<?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-18108851</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:41:31.931-04:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Moments Made Better by M&amp;Ms</title><subtitle type='html'>PRECIOUS MOMENTS, M&amp;M CANDIES, AND MICKEY MOUSE! WHAT COULD BE MORE FUN?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-8408998654285471945</id><published>2007-09-15T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:29:32.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MAN I'M TIRED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10.5pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A  man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed  home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted her to see what he went through so he  prayed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my  wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow  her body to switch with mine for a day. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, in his infinite  wisdom, granted the man's wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, sure enough, the man  awoke as a woman. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate,   awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast,   packed their lunches, drove them to school, came home and  picked up  the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to make a  deposit, went grocery shopping, then drove home to put away the groceries,   paid the bills and  balanced the check book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleaned the  cat's litter box and bathed the dog. Then it was already 1 P.M. and he hurried  to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen  floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument  with them on the way home.  Set out milk and cookies and got the kids  organized to do their homework, then set up the ironing board and watched TV  while he did the ironing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing  vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for  supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded  laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9 P.M he was  exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he  was expected to make love, which he managed to g et through without  complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed  and said:   "Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to  envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, oh! oh! please, let us  trade back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied: "My son, I feel  you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the  way they were. You'll just have to wait nine months though. You got pregnant  last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-8408998654285471945?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8408998654285471945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=8408998654285471945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/8408998654285471945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/8408998654285471945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-man-im-tired.html' title='OH MAN I&apos;M TIRED!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-9156287942436980153</id><published>2007-09-06T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:02:32.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://by.lilypie.com/5Koqm4.png" alt="Lilypie 6th to 18th Ticker" border="0" height="80" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b3.lilypie.com/SHQzm4.png" alt="Lilypie 3rd Birthday Ticker" border="0" height="80" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-9156287942436980153?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/9156287942436980153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=9156287942436980153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/9156287942436980153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/9156287942436980153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/09/lilypie-6th-to-18th-ticker.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-3340864028245282576</id><published>2007-07-24T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:50:18.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; 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Been in the process for a few months now. The kids are happy to be here. I am going to put up some new pictures because it has be a while since my last post. We have done some fun things in the last few months to take our minds off other issues. So hope you enjoy them. It might take a few days to get the one up that i want so keep checking back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-1522474782285913351?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1522474782285913351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=1522474782285913351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/1522474782285913351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/1522474782285913351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-4485486748784175259</id><published>2007-05-01T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:19:10.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowergirl in July for Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/circles_r.swf" loop="false" quality="high" flashvars="logopath=http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/ptlogo1.swf&amp;ptdim=50.10&amp;amp;ptxy=284.16&amp;auto=1&amp;amp;greyring=1&amp;wait=5&amp;amp;boxcolor=4&amp;fontsize=18&amp;amp;fontcolor=2&amp;img1=http://pic40.picturetrail.com:80/VOL376/8362368/16301229/249704584.jpg&amp;amp;title1=The flower girl dress&amp;text1=The flower girl dress&amp;amp;img2=http://pic40.picturetrail.com:80/VOL376/8362368/16301229/249704582.jpg&amp;title2=It is a little big&amp;amp;text2=It is a little big&amp;img3=http://pic40.picturetrail.com:80/VOL376/8362368/16301229/249702160.jpg&amp;amp;title3=What a poser&amp;text3=What a poser&amp;amp;img4=http://pic40.picturetrail.com:80/VOL376/8362368/16301229/249702154.jpg&amp;title4=Bride to be... 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I think not!&amp;img5=http://pic40.picturetrail.com:80/VOL376/8362368/16301229/249702109.jpg&amp;amp;img6=http://pic40.picturetrail.com:80/VOL376/8362368/16301229/249700213.jpg&amp;title6=Loves her katrina&amp;amp;text6=Loves her katrina&amp;img7=http://pic40.picturetrail.com:80/VOL376/8362368/16301229/249700190.jpg&amp;amp;title7=She loved David's Bridal&amp;text7=She loved David's Bridal&amp;amp;img8=http://pic40.picturetrail.com:80/VOL376/8362368/16301229/249700144.jpg&amp;title8=She wanted to continue to try on dresses&amp;amp;text8=She wanted to continue to try on dresses" wmode="transparent" name="circles" id="circles" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="500" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="500"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="30" valign="bottom" width="85"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?cID=500&amp;link=http%3A//www.picturetrail.com/webpages/about-photoflick2.shtml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?cID=501&amp;amp;link=http%3A//www.picturetrail.com/webpages/about-photoflick3.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#0e58ff;"&gt;Cool Slideshows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-4485486748784175259?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4485486748784175259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=4485486748784175259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/4485486748784175259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/4485486748784175259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/05/flowergirl-in-july-for-katrina.html' title='Flowergirl in July for Katrina'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-5880150647287033131</id><published>2007-03-27T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:26:53.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T TEASE OLD LADIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   Will you please state your              age?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   I am 86 years              old.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night of              April              1st?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm              spring&lt;br /&gt;      Evening, when a young              man comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside              me.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   Did you know              him?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   No, but he sure was              friendly.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   What happened after he sat              down?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   He started to rub my              thigh.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   Did you stop              him?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   No, I didn't stop              him.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   Why              not?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert died some 30              years              ago.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   What happened              next?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   He began to rub my              breasts.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   Did you stop him then?&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   No, I did not stop              him.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   Why              not?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't felt that              good              in years!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   What happened              next?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   Well, by then, I was feeling so "spicy" that I just laid down and              told him&lt;br /&gt;      "Take me, young man.              Take me              now!"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Defense              Attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   Did he take              you?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Old              Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;                   Hell, no! He just yelled, "April Fool!" And that's when I shot him,              the little bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-5880150647287033131?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5880150647287033131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=5880150647287033131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/5880150647287033131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/5880150647287033131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-tease-old-ladies.html' title='DON&apos;T TEASE OLD LADIES'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-3678093278735909249</id><published>2007-03-25T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:37:33.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thisis Funny!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; couple decided to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; to thaw out during a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; the husband left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; and flew to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; on Thursday, with his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; wife flying down the following day. The husband checked into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Meanwhile, somewhere in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;, a widow had just returned home from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; message, she screamed and fainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; and saw the computer screen which read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; To: My Loving Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; Subject: I've Arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; Date: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;October  16, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; I know! you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; P.S. Sure is freaking hot down here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-3678093278735909249?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3678093278735909249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=3678093278735909249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/3678093278735909249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/3678093278735909249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/03/thisis-funny.html' title='Thisis Funny!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-6257959131179548712</id><published>2007-03-16T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:18:57.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Some friends were sitting at the bar talking about their professions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  first guy says "I'm a Y.U.P.P.I.E.,  you  know...&lt;br /&gt;Young, Urban, Professional, Peaceful, Intelligent,   Ecologist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy says "I'm a D.I.N.K.,  you  know...&lt;br /&gt;Double Income, No Kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guy says, "I'm a  R.U.B., you  know...&lt;br /&gt;Rich, Urban, Biker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turn to the woman and ask her,  "What are you?'"&lt;br /&gt;She replies: "I'm a W.I.FE., you  know...&lt;br /&gt;Wash, Iron, Fetch, Etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second gal answers their question before they even ask it, "B.I.T.C.H."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is a BITCH?!? they ask in unison.&lt;br /&gt;"Babe In Total Control of Herself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  ladies, next time somebody calls you a "Bitch" SMILE ... and say&lt;br /&gt;"Thank  You!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-6257959131179548712?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6257959131179548712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=6257959131179548712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/6257959131179548712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/6257959131179548712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-friends-were-sitting-at-bar.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-3504528986351786744</id><published>2007-03-12T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:20:07.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Grace In A Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Last week, I took my children to a restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;God mad at me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Really?" my son asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Cross my heart," the man replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you.  Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love this story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sometimes, we all need some ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I hope God sends you some Ice Cream today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-3504528986351786744?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3504528986351786744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=3504528986351786744' title='0 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He had completed missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. One of the courses had a professor who was a vowed atheist and a member of the ACLU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes." The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am God. I'm still waiting." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Marine got out of his Chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him; knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold.  The Marine went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine and asked, "What the hell is the matter with you? Why did you do that?" The Marine calmly replied, "God was too busy today protecting America's soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid shit and act like an asshole. So, He sent me."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-618298854628424172?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/618298854628424172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=618298854628424172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/618298854628424172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/618298854628424172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/02/marine-studies.html' title='Marine Studies'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-828558143330978593</id><published>2007-02-08T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:01:35.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The crib is gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782117276059&amp;site=widget-9b.slide.com"&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a sad day for me however Kalaia was so happy to have her own big girl bed. The crib is still set up in her room just in case this didn't work. I am not sure if it was for me or for her that it is still set up. She has not even given it a second glance. It was a spur of the moment thing that I was not prepared for. Nevertheless, she is elated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-828558143330978593?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/828558143330978593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=828558143330978593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/828558143330978593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/828558143330978593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/02/crib-is-gone.html' title='The crib is gone!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-4591295442009247611</id><published>2007-01-28T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:01:35.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=53077029&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=53077029"&gt;&lt;img title="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" alt="Comment, Add to Favorite" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=53077029"&gt;View Show&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=53077029"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target='_BLANK' href='http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-viewplaylist.php?instanceid=53077029'&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-4591295442009247611?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4591295442009247611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=4591295442009247611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/4591295442009247611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/4591295442009247611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/01/rockyou-slideshow.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-6836903017442462750</id><published>2007-01-23T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:47:51.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Out!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>On Sunday it was my birthday and i got a night out. My sister, Sarah came over and watched the kids. Leroy and I got to go out. I do not even remember the last time we got to do that. we went to see a movie and even got some dinner. There was no telling someone to stop it or settle down, don't do that, or sit still. It was nice to be able to enjoy my food.  Though i really missed my baby. if you do not have children then you won't understand the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wishy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;washiness&lt;/span&gt; of a mothers emotions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway i had a wonderful time. 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;L &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Things .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As you might know, the head of a company survived 9/11 because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His son started kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Another fellow was alive because it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His turn to bring donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One woman was late because her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alarm clock didn't go off in time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Because of an auto accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missed his bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One spilled food on her clothes and had to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Car wouldn't start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One went back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Answer the telephone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One had a child that dawdled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And didn't get ready as soon as he should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One couldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get a taxi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The one that struck me was the man&lt;br /&gt;Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,&lt;br /&gt;Took the various means to get to work&lt;br /&gt;But before he got there, he developed&lt;br /&gt;a blister on his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.&lt;br /&gt;That is why he is alive today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now when I am&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in traffic,&lt;br /&gt;Miss an elevator,&lt;br /&gt;Turn back to answer a ringing telephone...&lt;br /&gt;All the little things that annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself,&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly where&lt;br /&gt;God wants me to be at this very moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Next time your morning seems to be&lt;br /&gt;Going wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children are slow getting dressed,&lt;br /&gt;You can't seem to find the car keys,&lt;br /&gt;You hit every traffic light,&lt;br /&gt;Don't get mad or frustrated;&lt;br /&gt;God is at work watching over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God continue to bless you&lt;br /&gt;With all those annoying little things&lt;br /&gt;And may you remember their possible purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-1069661407582083610?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1069661407582083610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=1069661407582083610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/1069661407582083610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/1069661407582083610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/01/l-i-t-t-l-e-things.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-5456910963199850807</id><published>2007-01-14T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:02:15.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger management</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not that i think this is the correct way to handle any kind of situation, however i did find it very amusing. Actully i got a good laugh over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't&lt;br /&gt;take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f***ing number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy&lt;br /&gt;answered the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with&lt;br /&gt;the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was&lt;br /&gt;paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always&lt;br /&gt;cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the&lt;br /&gt;phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!" and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW&lt;br /&gt;cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd&lt;br /&gt;been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back&lt;br /&gt;window, so I wrote down his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial,) I&lt;br /&gt;thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW&lt;br /&gt;for sale?" He said, "Yes, it is." I asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?" He said, "Yes, I&lt;br /&gt;live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It's a yellow rambler, and the car's parked right out in&lt;br /&gt;in front." I asked, "What's your name?" He said, "My name is Don Hansen," I asked, "When's a&lt;br /&gt;good time to catch you, Don?" He said, "I'm home every evening after five." I said, "Listen,&lt;br /&gt;Don, can I tell you something?" He said, "Yes?" I said, "Don, you're an asshole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when had a problem, I had&lt;br /&gt;two assholes to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came up with an idea. I called asshole #1. He said, "Hello." I said, "You're an&lt;br /&gt;asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.) He asked, "Are you still there?" I said, "Yeah," He screamed,&lt;br /&gt;"Stop calling me," I said, "Make me," He asked, "Who are you?" I said, "My name is Don&lt;br /&gt;Hansen." He said, "Yeah? Where do you live?" I said, "Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow rambler, I have a black Beamer parked in front." He said, "I'm coming over&lt;br /&gt;right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really&lt;br /&gt;scared, asshole," and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Asshole #2. He said, "Hello?" I said, "Hello, asshole," He yelled, "If I ever find out&lt;br /&gt;who you are..." I said, "You'll what?" He exclaimed, "I'll kick your ass," I answered, "Well,&lt;br /&gt;asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now." Then I hung up and immediately called&lt;br /&gt;the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, and that I was on my way over&lt;br /&gt;there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in&lt;br /&gt;Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax. I got there just in time to watch two&lt;br /&gt;assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter&lt;br /&gt;and surrounded by a news crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I feel much better...Anger management really does work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-5456910963199850807?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5456910963199850807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=5456910963199850807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/5456910963199850807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/5456910963199850807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2007/01/anger-management.html' title='Anger management'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-7394939910784021456</id><published>2007-01-02T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:03:58.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This was our Christmas weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-15.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=288230376153668885&amp;site=widget-15.slide.com" width="400" height="400" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376153668885&amp;cy=bb&amp;tt=16&amp;at=0&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-15.slide.com/p1/288230376153668885/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Niantic'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-4726907881781763435</id><published>2006-12-14T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:06:00.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting up the tree!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-5b.slide.com&amp;channel=288230376153008987&amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376153008987&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=17&amp;at=0&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p1/288230376153008987/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376152731109&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=20&amp;at=0&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e5.slide.com/p2/288230376152731109/bl_t020_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-397147978246034436?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/397147978246034436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=397147978246034436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/397147978246034436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/397147978246034436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-pictures-2006_03.html' title='Christmas pictures 2006'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-8375707489809481767</id><published>2006-11-30T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:03:37.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is my time up?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;A middle aged woman had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital. While on the operating table, she had a near death experience. Seeing God, she asked, "Is my time up"? God said, "No, you have another 43 years, 2 months and 8 days to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a face-lift, brow lift, lip enhancement, boob job, liposuction, and a tummy tuck. After her last operation, she was released from the hospital. While crossing the street on her way home, she was hit by an ambulance and killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in front of God, she demanded, "I thought you said I had another 40 years? Why didn't you pull me out of the path of the ambulance?" God replied, "Girl, I didn't even recognize you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-8375707489809481767?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8375707489809481767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=8375707489809481767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/8375707489809481767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/8375707489809481767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-my-time-up.html' title='&quot;Is my time up?&quot;'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-1764299483735439324</id><published>2006-11-26T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:16:24.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AL PACA</title><content type='html'>Today we went to see these lama looking things, called al paca. Kalaia and Hannah loved it. They had the best time. They were chasing the al paca all over the field. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-aa.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-aa.slide.com&amp;channel=288230376152551338&amp;cy=ms&amp;il=1" width="700" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:700px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=288230376152551338&amp;cy=ms&amp;tt=0&amp;at=0&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-aa.slide.com/p1/288230376152551338/ms_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=288230376152551338&amp;cy=ms&amp;tt=0&amp;at=0&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-aa.slide.com/p2/288230376152551338/ms_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-1764299483735439324?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1764299483735439324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=1764299483735439324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/1764299483735439324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/1764299483735439324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/11/al-paca.html' title='AL PACA'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-243767230884019979</id><published>2006-11-24T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:52:05.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God Created Children and in the Process Grandchildren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those of us who have children in our livesWhether they are our own grandchildren, nieces,nephews or students, here is something to make you chuckle.Whenever your children are out of control, you can take comfort from the thought that even God's omnipotence did not extend to His own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;After creating heaven and earth God created Adam and Eve,and the first thing he said was "DON'T!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't what?" Adam replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't eat the forbidden fruit." God said.&lt;br /&gt;"Forbidden fruit?We have forbidden fruit?Hey Eve..we have forbidden fruit!"&lt;br /&gt;"No Way!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes way!"&lt;br /&gt;"Do NOT eat the fruit! Said God.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?""Because I am your Father and I said so!" God replied, wondering why He hadn't stopped Creation after making the elephants.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, God saw His children having an apple break and He was ticked!"Didn't I tell you not to eat the fruit?" God asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh," Adam replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Then why did you? "asked the Father.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know." replied Eve.&lt;br /&gt;"She started it! "Adam said.&lt;br /&gt;"Did not! "&lt;br /&gt;"Did too! "&lt;br /&gt;"DID NOT! "&lt;br /&gt;Having had it with the two of them, God's punishment was that Adam and Eve Should have children of their own.Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE IS REASSURANCE IN THE STORY!&lt;br /&gt;If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give children wisdom and they haven't taken it, don't be hard on yourself.If God had trouble raising children, What makes you think it would be a piece of cake for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;THINGS TO THINK ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;1. You spend the first two years of their life Teaching them to walk and talk. Then you spend The next sixteen telling them to sit down and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;2. Grandchildren are God's reward For not killing your own children.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mothers of teens now know why Some animals eat their young.&lt;br /&gt;4. Children seldom misquote you. In fact, They usually repeat word for word What you shouldn't have said.&lt;br /&gt;5. The main purpose of holding children's parties Is to remind yourself that there are children More awful than your own.&lt;br /&gt;6. We childproofed our homes, But they are still getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADVICE FOR THE DAY:Be nice to your kids. They will choose your Nursing home one day.AND FINALLY: IF YOU HAVE A LOT OF TENSION AND YOU GET A HEADACHE, DO WHAT IT SAYS ON THE ASPIRIN BOTTLE:"TAKE TWO ASPIRIN AND "KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-243767230884019979?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/243767230884019979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=243767230884019979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/243767230884019979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/243767230884019979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-god-created-children-and-in-process.html' title='Why God Created Children and in the Process Grandchildren'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-4039166271816277420</id><published>2006-11-24T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:36:10.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Kalaia's new favorite hobby</title><content type='html'>My mom came over early for Sarah's birthday(today, nov.20th; b-day on the 21st) and she made the cake here. Kalaia can not wait to help with anything these days. She loves to cook. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4531/2210/1600/796524/Pictures%20495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4531/2210/200/942655/Pictures%20495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4531/2210/1600/719553/Pictures%20496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4531/2210/200/756840/Pictures%20496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4531/2210/1600/470601/Pictures%20494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4531/2210/200/436519/Pictures%20494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-4039166271816277420?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4039166271816277420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=4039166271816277420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/4039166271816277420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/4039166271816277420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/11/kalaias-new-favorite-hobby.html' title='Kalaia&apos;s new favorite hobby'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-116311861881113944</id><published>2006-11-09T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:30:18.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who will protect me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will simply call her, "Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift a mother's spirit, send this to every mother you know (no matter how old her child is) and to those who aren't mothers but who have a mother to love and cherish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-116311861881113944?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/116311861881113944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=116311861881113944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116311861881113944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116311861881113944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/11/baby-asked-god-they-tell-me-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-116311764206363822</id><published>2006-11-09T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:14:02.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is this not what it felt like this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/canada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/canada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-116311764206363822?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/116311764206363822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=116311764206363822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116311764206363822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116311764206363822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-this-not-what-it-felt-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-116301537571880727</id><published>2006-11-08T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:24:49.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Memories</title><content type='html'>I realized I had been doing this blog for over a year and I was looking though my past posts and came across this one. I had posted it October 26,2005. Well it is hard not to notice how fast time goes when you have children, but I had no idea that Bryce had been talk ing to this girl, Danielle, until I saw this post. Bryce just went rollerskating with this girl the other day. Holy cow. I had no idea that this had been going on this long. It had only been phone calls till about 3 weeks ago when he had gone to mystic village with Danielle and Ruth. Then rollerskating the last two weekends in a row. Hum... I think I need to watch this a little closer. My little boy is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Here is his picture now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/7th%20grade%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/7th%20grade%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is picture then(october 26,2005):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%200701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%200701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember this from October 26,2005....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well last night I get home and there is a message on the answering machine. I hit play and some girls voice says "Hi Bryce! It's Danielle. Give me a call when you get home." I looked at Bryce and said " Who's Danielle?" He said " she's my girlfriend. Can I call her back?" he said it so, mater of factually, it was almost scary. Stunned by the whole thing, off he went to call her back. Now don't get me wrong he has claimed to have had a girlfriend before, but I took it as a little boy thing. When he ever look at me and said she's my girlfriend, and he met her at a birthday party he went to this summer, he all of a sudden looked so much older and completely serious about what he said. It snuck up on me kind of fast,at least I thought so. Sure enough she called again today. Oh boy, I think I'm up for a few interesting years ahead of me. Then I have Kalaia over here that now walks all over the place, just got two more teeth and said "more" and "thank you" all in the last two days. They just grow up so fast. And they do it right before your eyes but some how you always look back and say &lt;strong&gt;" when did this happen?"&lt;/strong&gt; Go Figure!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-116301537571880727?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/116301537571880727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=116301537571880727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116301537571880727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116301537571880727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/11/past-memories.html' title='Past Memories'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-116287282156211938</id><published>2006-11-06T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:15:03.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got to love calvin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/calvin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/400/calvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-116287282156211938?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/116287282156211938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=116287282156211938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116287282156211938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116287282156211938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-to-love-calvin.html' title='Got to love calvin!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-116270121542231415</id><published>2006-11-04T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:33:42.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 year pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-99.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-99.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970189951897&amp;cy=ms&amp;il=1" width="475" height="375" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:475px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a style="vertical-align:middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=360287970189951897&amp;cy=ms&amp;tt=14&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-99.slide.com/h2/360287970189951897/ms_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=360287970189951897&amp;cy=ms&amp;tt=14&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=360287970189951897&amp;cy=ms&amp;tt=14&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-116270121542231415?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/116270121542231415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=116270121542231415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116270121542231415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116270121542231415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-year-pictures.html' title='2 year pictures'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-116269820106063317</id><published>2006-11-04T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:44:04.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalaia's 2nd b-day party</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=41877996&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="341" height="256" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&amp;refid=41877996"&gt;&lt;img title="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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It was myself and Kalaia; Becky and Hannah; and her brother and niece, Haley.Fun but very cold and windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-116197813344174589?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/116197813344174589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=116197813344174589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116197813344174589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116197813344174589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-went-to-corn-maze-and-pumkin-patch.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-116197721315587128</id><published>2006-10-27T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:26:53.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hope you all can see what these girls did.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the livingroom and after a minute I didn't hear any noise so I walked in the kitchen and there they stand; Kalaia holding a colored chapstick with it all over both of their faces. I haven't had a laugh that good in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-116197721315587128?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/116197721315587128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=116197721315587128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116197721315587128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116197721315587128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/10/hope-you-all-can-see-what-these-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-116165833693667571</id><published>2006-10-23T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:52:16.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, When behind him he hears:BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog h e makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.FASTER...FASTER...BUMP...BUMP... He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him.However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping.&lt;br /&gt;Clappity-BUMP...Clappity-BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;Clappity-BUMP...On his heels, the terrified man runs.Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.&lt; style=" "&gt;Bumping and clapping toward him.The man screams and reaches for something, anything,But all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...And....(hopefully you're ready for this!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffin stops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-116165833693667571?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/116165833693667571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=116165833693667571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116165833693667571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116165833693667571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-116122711373852887</id><published>2006-10-18T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:05:13.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pharmacy Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked right up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I would like to buy some cyanide." The pharmacist asked,"Why in the world do you need cyanide?" The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband." The pharmacist’s eyes got big and he exclaimed, "Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband! That's against the law! I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!" The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife. The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-116122711373852887?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/116122711373852887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=116122711373852887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116122711373852887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116122711373852887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/10/pharmacy-visit.html' title='Pharmacy Visit'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-116114005405367542</id><published>2006-10-17T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:54:14.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST HAIRCUT</title><content type='html'>This is Kalaia's first haircut. She was not feeling very well this whole week. Two days before her birthday she got sick and stayed sick though till the following week. My poor baby. We went to a place in Mystic (Crewcuts &amp; Curls) that specialists in first haircuts. Very expensive and won't be going back again but it was fun for the first time. Hannah had hers done at the same time. The worker had put on Elmo's DVD's for them to watch while they were cutting. They had even put hair in a little pink bag to take home. They also took a picture, but the ones Aimee took were better. Oh yeah, this was a family affair. Everyone went. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/kalaia%20first%20hair%20cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/kalaia%20first%20hair%20cut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just before they started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/first%20hair%20cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/first%20hair%20cut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was like "what are they doing to me, mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/hair.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/hair.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted a trim. So they didn't take to much off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/haircut.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/haircut.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final product! Isn't she beautiful? Even though she is sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-116114005405367542?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/116114005405367542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=116114005405367542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116114005405367542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/116114005405367542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-haircut.html' title='FIRST HAIRCUT'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115913063572240040</id><published>2006-09-24T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:43:55.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="a" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.blingyblob.com/countdown/countdownD2.swf?tyear1=2006&amp;tmonth1=10&amp;amp;tday1=3&amp;thours1=0&amp;amp;tminutes1=0&amp;event=Kalaia's 2nd birthday&amp;amp;clr=0xFF3399&amp;amp;tseconds1=0" width="257" height="160" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="0" quality="high" menu="false" loop="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blingyblob.com/countdown/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Get your own countdown at BlingyBlob.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115913063572240040?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115913063572240040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115913063572240040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115913063572240040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115913063572240040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-your-own-countdown-at-blingyblob.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115913051606800220</id><published>2006-09-24T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:41:56.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well hello everybody! Sorry I haven't posted in a while but I was having problems with posting and I was getting frustrated. So I decided to take a break for a while. Hope some of you all are looking at this once in a while. My life don not seem to be to exciting lately. I don't know if that is good or bad. Either things are going really good or I am just a very boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister,Sarah just got back from her trip to England/Germany. She went earlier in the month. She had a good time. I am glad she is back safe though. She has decided to join the peace corps. She will be leaving sometime next July. I am happy for her though I will miss her very much and so will the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaia's second birthday is coming up. I can hardly believe it. My baby is going to be two. And boy is she acting the part. So sweet and cute yet well, if you have ever had a toddler then you know and if you haven't then I won't scare you. She is talking up a storm and starting to find her own independence. She has grown so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce has started 7th grade this September. That is another one I can hardly believe. He is doing well so far and seems to like it. He will be 13 in January. He is taller than me and is starting to look more and more like a man every day. It is really scary. He is a good kid though. I really can not complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy has been doing well in school also. I am proud of him for all the effort he has put in. He has been working a lot of hours at work the last few months. So he has been tired, and rightly so. But though all of that he is handling 40 quite well. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been trying to keep up on everything that I need to do. Which is usually more than I can handle. But it all gets done eventually. Now I have been working on Kalaia's birthday party on the 7th. I just realized that I have 11 kids under the age of 6 coming. The parents &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; be staying. Hopefully it will going smoothly. Please pray. :) Now that it is getting colder I will have much more time to write. Hopefully you all are doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115913051606800220?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115913051606800220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115913051606800220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115913051606800220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115913051606800220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-hello-everybody-sorry-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115690232881244250</id><published>2006-08-29T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:45:28.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40th birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well it was Leroys 40th birthday on the 22nd. I threw him a surprise party on Sunday the 27th. I truely think he was surprised. I have wanted to do this for him for a long time. There were a good number of people that showed up. We all had a good time. Leroy is now 40 years old. Hee! Hee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115690232881244250?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115690232881244250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115690232881244250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115690232881244250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115690232881244250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/08/40th-birthday.html' title='40th birthday!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115566532660055222</id><published>2006-08-15T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:54:55.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY REUNION 2006</title><content type='html'>Well everyone, here are some pictures of the Sharp reunion. We had it at Ninigret Park in Charlston, RI this past weekend. There was lots to do. Swimming, eatting, talking, playing games, playground to go to, and a ton of other things. The family is getting so big. I didn't get a chance to get everyone and i am really sorry about that. I forgot to pull out the camera out.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time. I really love to see ALL of my family even if it is only once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href=" type="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" instanceid="36024087&amp;ver="&gt;http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=36024087&amp;amp;ver=060913&lt;/a&gt;" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="&lt;a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&lt;&gt;%20target="_BLANK"%20href="&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115566532660055222?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115566532660055222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115566532660055222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115566532660055222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115566532660055222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/08/family-reunion-2006.html' title='FAMILY REUNION 2006'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115483541895481589</id><published>2006-08-05T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:38:11.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You find out interesting things when you have sons, like</title><content type='html'>1.) A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. ft. house 4 inches deep.&lt;br /&gt;2.) If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with roller blades, they can ignite&lt;br /&gt;3.) A 3-year old Boy's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;4.) If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 42 pound Boy wearing Batman underwear and a Superman cape. It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint on all four walls of a 20x20 ft. room.&lt;br /&gt;5.) You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on When using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way.&lt;br /&gt;6.) The glass in windows (even double-pane) doesn't stop a baseball hit by a ceili ng fan.&lt;br /&gt;7.) When you hear the toilet flush and the words "uh oh", it's already too late.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;9.) A six-year old Boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a 36-year old Man says they can only do it in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Certain Lego's will pass through the digestive tract of a 4-year old Boy.&lt;br /&gt;11.) Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;12.) Super glue is forever.&lt;br /&gt;13.) No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water.&lt;br /&gt;14.) Pool filters do not like Jell-O.&lt;br /&gt;15.) VCR's do not eject "PB &amp; J" sandwiches even though TV commercials show they do.&lt;br /&gt;16.) Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.&lt;br /&gt;17.) Marbles in gas tanks make lots of noise when driving.&lt;br /&gt;18.) You probably DO NOT want to know what that odor is.&lt;br /&gt;19.) Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not like ovens.&lt;br /&gt;20.) The fire department in Austin, TX has a 5-minute response time.&lt;br /&gt;21.) The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;22.) It will, however, make cats dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;23.) Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;24.) 80% of Women will pass this on to almost all of their friends, with or without kids.&lt;br /&gt;25.) 80% of Men who read this will try mixing the Clorox and brake fluid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115483541895481589?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115483541895481589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115483541895481589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115483541895481589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115483541895481589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-find-out-interesting-things-when.html' title='You find out interesting things when you have sons, like'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115385577618399406</id><published>2006-07-25T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:31:23.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ever wonder what's on the back of a smiley face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Click below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://d21c.com/terri1/flash/smile.swf"&gt;http://d21c.com/terri1/flash/smile.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115385577618399406?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115385577618399406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115385577618399406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115385577618399406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115385577618399406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/07/smile.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115345617553818524</id><published>2006-07-21T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:29:35.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never choke in a Restaurant in The South</title><content type='html'>Two hillbillies walk into a bar.  While having a shot of  whiskey, they talk about their moonshine operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough.  After a minute or so,  it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, "Kin ya swallar?"  The woman shakes  her head no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kin ya breathe?"  The woman begins to turn blueand shakes her head no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The hillbilly walks over to the woman,!lifts up the back of her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly givesher right butt cheek a lick with his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The woman is so shocked that   she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of hermouth. As she begins to breathe again, the hillbilly walks slowly back to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His partner says, Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick Maneuver',    but I ain't never seed nobody do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115345617553818524?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115345617553818524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115345617553818524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115345617553818524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115345617553818524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/07/never-choke-in-restaurant-in-south.html' title='Never choke in a Restaurant in The South'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115264851014377224</id><published>2006-07-11T16:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:19:04.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=32059851&amp;nopanel=true&amp;ver=060721" quality="high"  wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&amp;refid=32059851"&gt;&lt;img alt="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/viewslideshow.php?instanceid=32059851"&gt;View&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/addfavorite.php?instanceid=32059851"&gt;Add Favorite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115264851014377224?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115264851014377224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115264851014377224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115264851014377224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115264851014377224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-lessons.html' title='life lessons'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115255229401609587</id><published>2006-07-10T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T13:24:54.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our neighbor cut Bryce's hair a few days ago. He came back to show me what it looked like. This is what i saw. I almost flipped. He was just tring to get my goat. Later on they shaved it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115255229401609587?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115255229401609587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115255229401609587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115255229401609587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115255229401609587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-neighbor-cut-bryces-hair-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115255023915438607</id><published>2006-07-10T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:50:39.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ws so proud of Kalaia's hair this day. Can you actully believe she sat still long enough for me to do a french braid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115255023915438607?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115255023915438607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115255023915438607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115255023915438607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115255023915438607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-ws-so-proud-of-kalaias-hair-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115186179757025845</id><published>2006-07-02T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:36:37.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well after not having an overhead light in Bryce room for almost a year now my neighbor, Brandon, and a co-worker of his, after a frustrating 3 hours and a mess of wires to clean up, it was fix. And with no injuries. Needless to say it's fixed and I am happy. Next is to change the wattage on the breaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20205.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115186179757025845?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115186179757025845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115186179757025845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115186179757025845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115186179757025845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-after-not-having-overhead-light.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115151112346932950</id><published>2006-06-28T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:12:03.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To everyone I haven't told:</title><content type='html'>One of Leroy's sons, Joshua, is come out here on the 5th of July. We just couldn't afford for both to come this time, so Jacob will be next time. Joshua is 16 and Jacob is 12(same as Bryce). We are really looking forward for Joshua to come. I think joshua is pretty excited himself. They live in New Mexico with their mom. I have got to talk to them on the phone a lot, but i can't wait to meet them. Joshua will be here for two weeks. He can't stay longer becuase they start school in the begining of Augest out there. Any way it should be fun the time we will have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115151112346932950?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115151112346932950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115151112346932950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115151112346932950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115151112346932950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-everyone-i-havent-told.html' title='To everyone I haven&apos;t told:'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115129342133737373</id><published>2006-06-25T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:54:33.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ICECREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Now that we live in the condo's every evening the icecream truck comes around. Needless to say this is where Kalaia learned (or is learning,should I say)that we don't always get what we want. She hears that icecream truck even when all the windows are closed and we are at the back of the house. I truely believe that all children have wonderful hearing when its something they want. We made 1 day a week that we can get icecream, this happens to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115129342133737373?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115129342133737373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115129342133737373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115129342133737373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115129342133737373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/06/icecream.html' title='ICECREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115129019294462937</id><published>2006-06-25T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:50:19.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"LIFE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=29947959" quality="high"  wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115129019294462937?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115129019294462937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115129019294462937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115129019294462937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115129019294462937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/06/life_25.html' title='&quot;LIFE&quot;'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115108625764418331</id><published>2006-06-23T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:10:57.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Owwwwwww!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Kalaia learned a new word this past week, well she learns about 10 or so new words a day now, but one in particular. We all thought it was so cute when two days ago she said ow when she had fallen down. Every time she got hurt for the rest of the day she would say ow. So yesterday was the same deal and it was still cute until I held her arm so she wouldn't follow Bryce down the stairs. She screams OW! I let go of her thinking I actually hurt her and knowing I didn't at the same time. I let it go. The rest of the day when ever I did some thing she didn't like she would say ow. I think that the most embarrassing was when we had gone to walmart and I was putting her in the carriage and she said it. Then when I told her she couldn't have the toy that she wanted she started saying ow! ow! People are looking at me and I am not even touching her. I have no idea where she learned to use "ow" in that sense. I have never hit her. She is killing me. LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115108625764418331?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115108625764418331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115108625764418331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115108625764418331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115108625764418331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/06/owwwwwww.html' title='Owwwwwww!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-115043035885226558</id><published>2006-06-15T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:06:43.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTSIDE PLAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>The kids love to play outside. There are a ton of children all around the same age too.  On a nice day there is probably 7-10 kids all under 5 playing right in front of our place. It's good for me, i don't have to go far. Kalaia has a blast and even Bryce appears for a short time to enterian the young ones. They all have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYCE LIKES TO HELP HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALAIA LOVES BUBBLES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDE WALK CHALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-115043035885226558?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/115043035885226558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=115043035885226558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115043035885226558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/115043035885226558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/06/outside-play.html' title='OUTSIDE PLAY!!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114894923678196657</id><published>2006-05-29T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:36:05.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOULD CHILDREN WITNESS CHILD BIRTH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Should children witness child birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call.&lt;br /&gt;The house was very, very dark, so the paramedic asked Kathleen,&lt;br /&gt;a 3-year-old girl, to hold a flashlight high over her Mommy so he could&lt;br /&gt;see while he helped deliver the baby. Very diligently, Kathleen did as&lt;br /&gt;she was asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi pushed and pushed, and after a little while Connor was born.&lt;br /&gt;The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his&lt;br /&gt;bottom. Connor began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the&lt;br /&gt;wide-eyed 3-year old what she thought about what she had just witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen quickly responded, "He shouldn't have crawled in there in the&lt;br /&gt;first place...smack his ass again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't laugh on this one, there's no help for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114894923678196657?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114894923678196657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114894923678196657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114894923678196657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114894923678196657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/05/should-children-witness-child-birth.html' title='SHOULD CHILDREN WITNESS CHILD BIRTH?'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114870463658704893</id><published>2006-05-27T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:37:16.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EVOLUTION OF DANCE!!!!</title><content type='html'>A friend sent me this and i thought is was amusing to say the least.Remembering how many of these dances i have done is quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114870463658704893?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114870463658704893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114870463658704893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114870463658704893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114870463658704893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/05/evolution-of-dance.html' title='EVOLUTION OF DANCE!!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114792234335602321</id><published>2006-05-17T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:19:03.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A good laugh is healthy!</title><content type='html'>ACTUAL AUSTRALIAN COURT DOCKET 12659&lt;br /&gt;CASE OF THE PREGNANT LADY&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A lady about 8 months pregnant got on a bus. She noticed the man opposite her was smiling at her. She immediately moved to another seat.&lt;br /&gt;This time the smile turned into a grin, so she moved again. The man seemed more amused.&lt;br /&gt;When in her fourth seat, the man burst out laughing, she complained to the driver and he had the man arrested.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The case came up in court.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The judge asked the man (about 20 years old) what he had to say for himself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Well your Honor, it was like this: When the lady got on the bus, I couldn't help but notice her condition. She sat down under a sign that said, 'The Double Mint Twins are Comin' and I grinned. &lt;br /&gt;Then she moved and sat under a sign that said, 'Logan's Liniment will reduce the swelling', and I had to smile.&lt;br /&gt;Then she placed herself under a deodorant sign that said, "William's Big Stick Did the Trick", and I could hardly contain myself.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, your Honor, when She moved the fourth time and sat under a sign that said,  'Goodyear Rubber could have prevented this Accident'...I just lost it!”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"CASE DISMISSED!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114792234335602321?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114792234335602321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114792234335602321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114792234335602321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114792234335602321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-laugh-is-healthy.html' title='A good laugh is healthy!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114789007407143280</id><published>2006-05-17T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:20:33.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Together!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=25124441" quality="high"  wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114789007407143280?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114789007407143280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114789007407143280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114789007407143280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114789007407143280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/05/playing-together.html' title='Playing Together!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114774854987082076</id><published>2006-05-15T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:02:29.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while,SORRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Sorry it's been so long. There really is no excuse except for the fact that I don't have much of anything interesting lately though it should pick up now. YEAH! IT'S WARM! Though it has rained for the last week straight and there is no sign of sun till Wednesday. But at least it's not cold. Kalaia loves to be outside so its killing her. Every day she says "walk, walk" and I feel bad having to tell her we can't cuz it's wet outside. I have had to tell her this for the last 7 days, so today when we came downstairs this morning she ran to the glass doors and looked out and said "wet" and walked away. It was heartbreaking. Especially since I didn't have to explain to her that it was wet outside. Hopefully soon. Either that or we are all going to drown.  I live by the ocean and all the inlets are really getting full. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114774854987082076?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114774854987082076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114774854987082076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114774854987082076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114774854987082076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/05/been-whilesorry.html' title='Been a while,SORRY!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114774717014491219</id><published>2006-05-15T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:39:30.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BARNEY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On Saturday Becky and I took the girls to their first concert. BARNEY!!!!! They love him on the TV, so what the heck,Barney was coming to the Mystic Aquarium on the 13th, and thought we would give it a try. If they hated it,then at least we could walk around the aquarium. Kalaia LOVED it. She was dancing and "singing" and clapping the whole way through. She was yelling for him too. I got her to sit long enough for these pictures. It was simply the most fun I have had. I mean watching her enjoy herself, not Barney, thank you. Hannah seemed a bit shocked at first then she got into it also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114774717014491219?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114774717014491219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114774717014491219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114774717014491219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114774717014491219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/05/barney.html' title='BARNEY!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114567004138117639</id><published>2006-04-21T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:41:08.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter. We did. We went to my grandparents house. It was just me ,Leroy,Bryce,Kalaia, Sarah, Aimee, Becky and Hannah. And of course the grammie and grampie. It was a wonderful time. Everyone eat then we took the girls outside and I threw those plastic eggs everywhere and the girls ran around to pick them up. It was cute. They ran around a bit then we went in, Against their will. LOL! They would have stayed out there all day. They weren't happy about having to come in till grammie gave them a cookie. Then everything was good. I turned my back for a minute to find Kalaia with one of those &lt;em&gt;PEEPS&lt;/em&gt; in her hand. And I am sure you all know how all that is, is sugar. No one would fess up to giving it to her. But I know someone did cuz everyone was in the same room with her. Well after cleaning up from that, believe it or not she actually fell asleep on grammie a few hours later. Which was good, because we went to Sarah's church that night for a music special. It was really nice. Kalaia really liked the music. That was my Easter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114567004138117639?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114567004138117639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114567004138117639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114567004138117639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114567004138117639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hope-everyone-had-wonderful-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114515499162624966</id><published>2006-04-15T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:15:38.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk Mess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well Kalaia has officially made it to the beginnings of "the terrible two's". It's starting this early I can only imagine what she has in store for me when she really hits that age. As you can see my morning wasn't so great,which only lead in for a better afternoon. Kalaia wanted cereal with Bryce this morning. She got mad about something and slammed her hand in the remaining milk at the bottom of the bowl. Needless to say it went flying everywhere. In the hair, in my hair,the wall, the floor, our clothes, and well anything in 4 foot radius. I was mad, then I saw her and I couldn't help but laugh. Bryce took these pictures. And lunch... Basically the same idea only it was carrots. It was nap time after that one. We just might skip dinner tonight.LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114515499162624966?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114515499162624966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114515499162624966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114515499162624966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114515499162624966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/04/milk-mess_15.html' title='Milk Mess!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114495108885063980</id><published>2006-04-13T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:58:08.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Pictures!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well we tried to have Hannah and Kalaia's picture done together. As you can see it didn't work. They were up on a table so they couldn't be themselves. Next time we will try Sears becuase their set up is the floor.  So maybe they could be themselves. We had to keep moving them so they wouldn't fall off the table. And as most of you know, It's almost impossible to keep a toddler still even for a second, never mind two at the same time. Their single shots came out good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/h%20&amp;%20k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/h%20%26%20k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114495108885063980?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114495108885063980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114495108885063980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114495108885063980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114495108885063980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-pictures.html' title='Spring Pictures!!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114402875625243733</id><published>2006-04-02T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:50:14.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/image001[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/image001%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I recieved this as an e-mail today. I found it amusing and thought you all would get a kick out of it.  HAPPY EASTER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114402875625243733?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114402875625243733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114402875625243733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114402875625243733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114402875625243733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114394126825821562</id><published>2006-04-01T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:27:50.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is your answer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well you all were wondering the story behind the " I don't want to." post, so here it is. It's not going to seem as funny to you all. So I hope your all not to disappointed. Prudence might get it though cuz she was helping me when I accidentally posted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;About two days before that appeared I was having problems with posting new posts. For some reason they weren't appearing to me on the screen. Prudence was trying to help me figure it out (from Colorado-mind you). We couldn't understand why they weren't going on. I got to a point where I was just trying anything so I would type something quick and try it. I gave up and went to bed. So the next day (sometime in the afternoon) I logged on and there was this post "I don't want to." I about fell over because that was the last one I tried before I went to bed and the whole sentence was suppose to say "I don't want to do this any more!" out of fustration. It was even more funny to me because by the time I saw it so did some others and I got more comments on that than anything I have ever posted before. It struck me so funny. To be honest, it still does. I like it when you all give me feedback, I just find it funny that you chose "that" to comment on.LOL!!! Thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114394126825821562?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114394126825821562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114394126825821562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114394126825821562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114394126825821562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-is-your-answer.html' title='Here is your answer...'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114377645997515136</id><published>2006-03-30T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T19:28:36.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New hair cut and first sunglasses!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=16981125" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="426" height="320" name="rockmyspace" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114377645997515136?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114377645997515136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114377645997515136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114377645997515136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114377645997515136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-hair-cut-and-first-sunglasses.html' title='New hair cut and first sunglasses!!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114374576385837282</id><published>2006-03-30T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:11:12.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my 30 something year old friends!</title><content type='html'>A good friend sent this to me. I could help but laugh over how true it was.You all know this was your life "back then"!!  LOL! ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You had that Fisher Price Doctor's Kit with a stethoscope that actually worked.&lt;br /&gt;~You owned a bicycle with a banana seat and a plastic basket with flowers on it.&lt;br /&gt;~You learned to skate with actual skates (not roller blades) that had metal wheels.&lt;br /&gt;~You thought Gopher from Love Boat was cute (admit it!) &lt;br /&gt;~Love's Baby Soft -was the first "real" perfume you ever owned.&lt;br /&gt;~You had nightmares after watching “Fantasy Island.”&lt;br /&gt;~You had rubber boots for rainy days and Moon boots for snowy days. &lt;br /&gt;~You had either a "bowl cut" or "pixie," not to mention the "Dorothy Hamill" because your Mom was sick of braid ing your hair. People sometimes thought you were a boy! &lt;br /&gt;~Your Holly Hobbie sleeping bag was your most prized possession.&lt;br /&gt;~You wore a poncho, gauchos, and knickers.&lt;br /&gt;~You begged Santa for the electronic game, Simon. &lt;br /&gt;~You had the Donnie and Marie dolls with those pink and purple satiny shredded outfits.&lt;br /&gt;~You spent hours in your backyard on your metal swing set with the trapeze. The swing set tipped over at least once. &lt;br /&gt;~You had homemade ribbon barrettes in every imaginable color.&lt;br /&gt;~You had a pair of Doctor Scholl's sandals (the ones with wooden sole &amp; the buckle). You also had a pair of salt-water sandals. &lt;br /&gt;~You wanted to be Laura Ingalls Wilder really bad; you wore that Little House on the Prairie-inspired plaid, ruffle shirt with the high neck in at least one school picture; and you despised Nellie Olson! &lt;br /&gt;~You wanted your first kiss to be at a roller rink.&lt;br /&gt;~Your hairstyle was described as having "wings"or "feathers" and you kept it "pretty" with the comb you kept in your back pocket. &lt;br /&gt;~You know who Strawberry Shortcake is, as well as her friends, Blueberry Muffin and Huckleberry Pie.&lt;br /&gt;~You carried a Muppets lunch box to school and it was metal, not plastic.&lt;br /&gt;~You and your girlfriends would fight over which of the Dukes of Hazzard was your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;~Every now and then "It's a Hard Knock Life" from the movie, "Annie" will pop into your brain and you can't stop singing it the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;~YOU had Star Wars action figures, too! &lt;br /&gt;~It was a big event in your household each year when the "Wizard of Oz" would come on TV. Your mom would break out the popcorn and sleeping bags!&lt;br /&gt;~You often asked your Magic-8 ball the question: "Who will I marry: Shaun Cassidy, Leif Garrett, or Rick Springfield?" &lt;br /&gt;~You completely wore out your Grease, Saturday Night Fever, and Fame soundtrack record album.&lt;br /&gt;~You tried to do lots of arts and crafts, like yarn and Popsicle-stick God's eyes, decoupage, or those weird potholders made on a plastic loom.Pot holders - I believe they were called loom loopers".&lt;br /&gt;~You made Shrinky-Dinks and put iron-on kittens on your t-shirts!&lt;br /&gt;~You used to tape record songs off the radio by holding your portable tape player up to the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;~You couldn't wait to get the free animal poster that came when you ordered books from the Weekly Reader book club. Double score if it was a teddy bear dressed in clothing.&lt;br /&gt;~You learned everything you needed to know about girl issues from Judy Blume books (Are you there God, It's me, Margaret.)&lt;br /&gt;~You thought Olivia Newton John's song "Physical" was about aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;~You wore friendship pins on your tennis shoes, or shoelaces with heart or rainbow designs.&lt;br /&gt;~You wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer.&lt;br /&gt;~You had a Big Wheel with a brake on the side, and a Sit-n-Spin.&lt;br /&gt;~You had subscriptions to Dynamite and Tiger Beat.&lt;br /&gt;~You spent all your allowance on smurfs and stickers for your sticker album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought some of you would get a kick out of this (Prudence)LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114374576385837282?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114374576385837282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114374576385837282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114374576385837282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114374576385837282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-all-my-30-something-year-old.html' title='To all my 30 something year old friends!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114312981959782870</id><published>2006-03-23T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:03:41.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinken Teeth</title><content type='html'>Kalaia must be teething again, because everything is in her mouth lately. This is good though. She only has (so i thought until two nights ago) her 4 top front teeth and three front bottom teeth. I happened to look in her mouth the other night and saw that she got 3 of her 1st year molars. 2 on top and 1 on bottom. She totally missed her canines, All 4. She didn't get even one. I missed that she got any teeth recently because they are so far back. Is not weird? Kalaia does things backwards i guess. I hope that this is normal. I have never heard of anything like this before.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114312981959782870?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114312981959782870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114312981959782870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114312981959782870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114312981959782870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/03/stinken-teeth.html' title='Stinken Teeth'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114264901450303427</id><published>2006-03-17T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:30:14.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well if I tell you all "what i don't want to do"  then it wont be funny anymore to me. It's really quite amusing at least to me. Maybe i'll share it in a few days. I'll keep you all wondering&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. LOL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114264901450303427?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114264901450303427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114264901450303427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114264901450303427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114264901450303427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-if-i-tell-you-all-what-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114264580465666664</id><published>2006-03-17T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:36:44.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another joke.</title><content type='html'>An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his&lt;br /&gt;tomato&lt;br /&gt;   garden, but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only &lt;br /&gt;son,&lt;br /&gt;   Vincenzo, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a&lt;br /&gt;   letter to his son and described his predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dear Vincenzo,&lt;br /&gt;   I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to &lt;br /&gt;plant&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;   tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a&lt;br /&gt;   garden plot. If you were here my troubles would be over. I know you&lt;br /&gt;would dig&lt;br /&gt;   the garden for me.&lt;br /&gt;   Love: Pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A few days later he received a letter from his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dear Pa:&lt;br /&gt;   Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried &lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;BODIES.&lt;br /&gt;   Love Vinnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and &lt;br /&gt;dug&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;   the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the &lt;br /&gt;old&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;   and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his&lt;br /&gt;son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dear Pa,&lt;br /&gt;   Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do &lt;br /&gt;under&lt;br /&gt;the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;   Love Vinnie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114264580465666664?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114264580465666664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114264580465666664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114264580465666664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114264580465666664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-joke.html' title='Another joke.'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114257290655757187</id><published>2006-03-17T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:21:46.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont want too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114257290655757187?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114257290655757187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114257290655757187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114257290655757187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114257290655757187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-want-too.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114256813018074370</id><published>2006-03-16T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:17:37.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee scrollamount="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mid.bpcdn.us/glittergus5/j.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mid.bpcdn.us/glittergus5/o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mid.bpcdn.us/glittergus5/k.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi8.bpcdn.us/glittergus7/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi8.bpcdn.us/glittergus7/d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi8.bpcdn.us/glittergus7/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi2.bpcdn.us/glittergus6/y.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRISH GAS STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a wee break from the golf course, Tiger&lt;br /&gt;Woods drives his new Mercedes into an Irish gas station.&lt;br /&gt;An attendant greets him in typical Irish manner, unaware who the golf&lt;br /&gt;Pro is... "Top o' the mornin to ya".&lt;br /&gt;As Tiger gets out of the car, two tees fall out of&lt;br /&gt;his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;"So what are those things, laddie?" asks the attendant.&lt;br /&gt;"They're called tees," replies Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;"And what would ya be usin 'em for, now?" inquires&lt;br /&gt;The Irishman.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I&lt;br /&gt;drive," replies Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, Jaysus, Mary an' Joseph!" exclaims the&lt;br /&gt;Irish attendant. "Those fellas at Mercedes think of everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114256813018074370?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114256813018074370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114256813018074370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114256813018074370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114256813018074370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-patrick-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick Day!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114202369970767606</id><published>2006-03-10T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:51:43.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The never ending noise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;This is one of her favorite toys. A horse that does the gallop song...loudly. Kalaia has figured out if you press the ear, then the noise come on. &lt;em&gt;yea. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/Pictures%20085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;                                                       Giddy up!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114202369970767606?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114202369970767606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114202369970767606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114202369970767606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114202369970767606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/03/never-ending-noise.html' title='The never ending noise!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114166740862706588</id><published>2006-03-06T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:53:23.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well not much going on lately. Can you believe it? I can't. It must be the slow time. Thank goodness for that.Bryce got a 100 on a science test. It was on the periodic table. I was really proud of him. Kalaia is being her stubborn, cute self. Today is actually pretty nice and suppose to be in the 40's all week. And to get really excited in the high 50's on Friday. YEAH! Well that's about all for now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114166740862706588?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114166740862706588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114166740862706588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114166740862706588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114166740862706588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-not-much-going-on-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114135412680891930</id><published>2006-03-02T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:48:46.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in Indoors</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So this is my night.....I took these a few minutes ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can't really make it out but Bryce is cleaning off the van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/Pictures%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/Pictures%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114135412680891930?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114135412680891930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114135412680891930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114135412680891930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114135412680891930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/03/stuck-in-indoors.html' title='Stuck in Indoors'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114075377025965820</id><published>2006-02-23T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:29:58.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Questions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few days ago, my friend Julie was over with her 2 month old son. Becky was here and we were chatting in the living room. Julie says " Did anyone ever ask you guys strange questions?" We said, what do you mean? And she said, you know about the babies. Here are some of the questions we were asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Under 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ You want a cherry tomato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Can she have a lolly pop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Do you need a childrens menu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Do you need a highchair? (they can't even sit up yet and they are in their infant carriers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Is that his real hair color? (like you would dye your infants hair) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well I am sure there are a lot more, but at the moment i can't think of any. Until she brought it up I thought I was the only one to get asked these questions. I would realy like to know what people are thinking sometimes, or if they are just not paying attention to the world around them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114075377025965820?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114075377025965820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114075377025965820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114075377025965820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114075377025965820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/02/strange-questions.html' title='Strange Questions!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114032358664771420</id><published>2006-02-18T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:39:38.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;You know, you think I would learn not to say anything. Everyone has been better for a whole 2 days now. No bodily fluids, or fevers. Well I offered to watch Hannah today, because I wasn't able to all week.(I watch her a few times a week while Becky works) Didn't want her to get too. Becky gets here to pick her up. We talked, had dinner, girls had a bath, got them dress for bed, then Becky thought it would be a good time to give Hannah her liquid vitamins(because she is so thin the doctor recommended it). Its the first time she has ever had it. Figuring it would taste somewhat good. Because, well it's for children. Needless to say she kept turning her head. A &lt;em&gt;drop&lt;/em&gt; got on my hand, because she was on my lap,so I tasted it and gagged. Becky was on her way to the kitchen and said "is that Hannah?", I said" no that was me. That stuff is gross". Right after I said that Hannah threw up everywhere. Poor thing. That was the worst tasting stuff ever. I had it all over me and the rug. Go figure, I was the one holding her. She is alright, just that stuff is disgusting. Made me gag with a little drop. Now all the kids have thrown up on my not even a year old rugs. Guess it comes with the territory. LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114032358664771420?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114032358664771420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114032358664771420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114032358664771420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114032358664771420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-you-think-i-would-learn-not.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-114014606725464518</id><published>2006-02-16T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:14:27.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kalaia is now fine. She was sick till Tuesday. She finally started eating Tuesday night. Then wouldn't you know it, about 12:30 last night I hear Bryce downstairs. He was throwing up everywhere. So he stayed home today from school. And he's fine now so he will be going back to school tomorrow. Leroy also didn't feel well this morning, but he's good now. Thank God!!! One gets better and the next starts. I'm enjoying tonight with the hopes of no bodily fluids to clean up! Don't mean to be gross but thats what i have been doing the last week. From last friday night to today. I cloroxed my whole house this afternoon so no one should get sick now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-114014606725464518?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/114014606725464518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=114014606725464518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114014606725464518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/114014606725464518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally.html' title='Finally!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113971794101608458</id><published>2006-02-11T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:19:01.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well my Kalaia woke up last night at about 10:30pm crying. I went in her room to see what the problem was and found her sitting up and throw up was everywhere. I took her out changed her, pulled her crib apart, threw everything in the tub; including her favorite blanket,(thank God I had another one) thinking I would wash it out after. She seemed fine and she wanted to get back in her crib. So I put her back in and left the room. About 20 minutes later I hear her crying again. Went running in knowing what to expect and sure enough, she is sitting up with throw up everywhere again. Took her out, cleaned her up, changed the sheets again, and along with her other favorite blanket it all went in the tub with the rest to be rinsed.now she's crying because all her blankets are dirty in the tub. After a few minutes I remembered I had bought one a while ago and kept it put away. Thank goodness I did that. She carries this really soft blanket around with her everywhere like Linus. So this time I took her to bed with me, and spent the rest of the night catching throw up in dish towels about every 15 minutes. She had nothing left in her. I was tired didn't think of a bowl at the time. About 6:00am I got her to hold some juice. We fell a sleep and woke at about 9:00am to a smell. You'll never guess. Yes now its coming out the other end. So anyway this continued all afternoon with her napping on and off. I have about 3 loads of laundry just from the past 24hours. She spike a fever at about 1:00pm, and it only went up. Finally about 7:30pm she had held some juice so I felt comfortable giving her motrin for her fever which was now at 103.4 . An hour and a half later the fever had drop and she was doing fine. She laid on me and I decided she would probably be more comfortable in her crib. So that's where she is now. I hope we make it though the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This "bug" came out of nowhere and left almost excatly 24 hours later as suddenly as it came. It was the oddest thing that I never want to experience again. I hate it when my kids get sick, and there is nothing you can do to help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113971794101608458?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113971794101608458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113971794101608458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113971794101608458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113971794101608458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/02/being-sick.html' title='Being Sick'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113945498066406400</id><published>2006-02-08T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:34:29.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My face says....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people see you as down to earth and reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is moody and dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem gentle and sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem sad and helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/"&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113945498066406400?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113945498066406400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113945498066406400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113945498066406400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113945498066406400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-face-says.html' title='My face says....'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113945341717791491</id><published>2006-02-08T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:50:17.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just had to share this with you all because i found it very amusing. My uncle Mike e-mailed me this a short time ago to express his feelings on my "birthday" post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heidi you think your bothered by your son turning 12. How do you think I feel about it ? I was like 13 when you were born. From now on I have some rules. Rule number 1. Anyone younger than me must stop having birthdays. The reason ... the Birthdays of others depress me. My own Birthday sends me searching for antidepressant medication. Rule number 2. I must stop having Birthdays. ( In case of any misunderstanding by stop I do not mean die. I plan to never have any rule for that.) I just do not want to have any more Birthdays. Rule number 3. Children need to be taught to listen to adults. As part of this rule the message (Do not grow up ... it just is not worth it.) or (being a grownup is over rated.) or (grownups have to go to work and be miserable) needs to be taught. Who knows maybe some day a child will actually listen to the Wisdom Of an Adult. I have told children at times not to grow up. But you know how children are. Children never listen to Adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan  Wannabe "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113945341717791491?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113945341717791491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113945341717791491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113945341717791491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113945341717791491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-had-to-share-this-with-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113937703909540975</id><published>2006-02-07T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:41:53.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kalaia and Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are born, not made."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/pregnant.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/pregnant.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be a-okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/friends1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/friends1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/week%2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/week%2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language of friendship is not words but meanings.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/six%20months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/six%20months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Give me one friend, just one, who meets The needs of all my varying moods."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/6%20months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/6%20months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/april.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/april.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find such a friend,&lt;br /&gt;you'll feel happy and complete,&lt;br /&gt;because you need not worry.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/april2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/april2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/7%20month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/7%20month.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/8months.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/8months.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/eight%20month.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/eight%20month.0.jpg" border="W0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a friend? I will tell you it is someone with whom you dare to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/friends.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/friends.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have a forever friend for life and forever has no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/1%20year.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/1%20year.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/friends2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/friends2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/friends3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/friends3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/kids.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/kids.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friends are so important in life. Without friends life would be just to hard to bare. Very rarely in life do you see a friendship that starts from the beginning. As young as these two are I believe they genuinely care about each other. When one is crying, the other is putting a pacifier in her mouth. If they are laughing they are doing it together. Its really quite amazing to see them in action. I can only hope as a mother that they never take each other for granted and use each other to get though a life that a world makes so hard for one to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A special friendship is worth everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113937703909540975?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113937703909540975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113937703909540975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113937703909540975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113937703909540975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/02/kalaia-and-hannah-friends-are-born-not.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113868174176240762</id><published>2006-01-30T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:37:11.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Birthdays, As it isn't bad enough that I just had a birthday, my son turned 12 today. It's like a double whammy to the age issue. Not only I get older but I have to watch my son get older (and daughter,but that just doesn't bother me as much). And 12 just seems like its gone to far. Not only that but somehow in the last month or so he grew and now I look up to him. YES!!! He is now taller than me. It happened overnight. He went to bed, went to school, came home and he was taller than me. I'm not kidding, that's the way it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So anyway Bryce is now 12, and he's already talking about being 13. I asked him politely if he could wait to talk about that till at least June. He laughed and thought I was kidding. Every year for his birthday I let him choose to go to school late and I'll take him to breakfast or pick him up early and take him to lunch. This year he choose lunch. When I picked him up he was claiming he was 12. I told him that that today was his "Birth...Day", but he wasn't 12 until the time he was actually born. I made him wait till it was 1:47pm before I would call him 12. He seemed to find that funny too. Guess I wanted to prolong it as long as I could. LOL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113868174176240762?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113868174176240762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113868174176240762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113868174176240762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113868174176240762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113824660743807539</id><published>2006-01-25T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:03:59.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.kneadingdough.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;prudence&lt;/a&gt; - So here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 jobs you've had in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DEB-clothing store manager(10 yrs.) &amp;amp; Shoprite 3rd. shift night crew( stocking shelves)&lt;br /&gt;2. Cornerstone Motel (cleaning rooms)&lt;br /&gt;3. KFC&lt;br /&gt;4. McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;This would be all the jobs I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies you'd watch over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;2. Grease&lt;br /&gt;3. Forest Gump&lt;br /&gt;4. Hoosiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Richmond, Rhode Island&lt;br /&gt;2. Waterford, CT&lt;br /&gt;3. Norwich, CT&lt;br /&gt;4. Killingly, CT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 tv shows you love to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;3. House&lt;br /&gt;4. Invasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places you have been on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Almost every US state(my favorite being delta, CO its the people of course)LOL&lt;br /&gt;2. England&lt;br /&gt;3. St. Croix&lt;br /&gt;4. Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 websites you visit daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Women knead the dough&lt;br /&gt;2. Peoples bank ( to make sure i have money, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;3. E-mail (though that's not a web site but I don't have time to browse very often)&lt;br /&gt;4. Again I'm out of options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;2. Rice&lt;br /&gt;3. dinty morre beef stew&lt;br /&gt;4. Maple honey turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places you'd rather be right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anywhere quiet (means no kids)&lt;br /&gt;2. Scrapbook without interruptions&lt;br /&gt;3. In bed, realizing it is 8:30 am and I was "allowed" to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;4. A girls night out (doesn't happen very often)&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, we mothers think alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 people you tag to complete this&lt;br /&gt;You can use my comments section.&lt;br /&gt;1. Aimee S&lt;br /&gt;2. Sarah S&lt;br /&gt;3. Sharon D&lt;br /&gt;4. Grammie (ask uncle mike to help you)LOL&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I listed, which one surprises you the most about me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113824660743807539?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113824660743807539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113824660743807539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113824660743807539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113824660743807539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-so-i-was-tagged-by-prudence-so.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113789423910856041</id><published>2006-01-21T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:43:59.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to make you smile(if your a women)</title><content type='html'>This was sent to me by someone special. It made me chuckle. Thought it might make someone else smile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 PEOPLE ON A ROPE&lt;br /&gt; Eleven people were hanging on a rope under a helicopter, ten men and  one woman. The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that one had to leave, because otherwise they were all going to fall.&lt;br /&gt; They weren't able to name that person, until the woman gave a very touching speech. She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope, because, as a woman, she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids, or for men in general, and was used to always making sacrifices with little in return.&lt;br /&gt; As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping their hands.......&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113789423910856041?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113789423910856041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113789423910856041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113789423910856041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113789423910856041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-to-make-you-smileif-your.html' title='Something to make you smile(if your a women)'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113782105503288956</id><published>2006-01-20T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:24:15.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Morning!</title><content type='html'>Well it all began with ; well me sleeping. Like most of us are doing when the sun isn't up yet and you have a 15 month old that isn't up either. To start the chain of events that happen in the next 20 minutes, I will begin by saying Bryce gets up for school at 5:30am. And the story starts with the light being flicked on in the upstairs hallway. I was about to yell at Bryce to shut it off so it didn't wake his sister up, When I noticed he had the phone in his hand and was running in the room. Now mind you I am half asleep. He hands the phone to me and says mom it's the police. I said "WHAT?"" why?" He is shaking his head saying "I don't know,I don't know".So I answered the phone, "hello?" all I hear on the other end is "mam,mam are you all right?" I said "what?" again he asked "are you all right? Are you breathing ok?" at this point I was shaking already thinking maybe something with Leroy or my family, and this guy is asking if I'm ok. Quite honestly this was all a blur. So I am like "what are you talking about?" he says" your son called 911 saying someone wasn't breathing and/or dead." I said I thought this was a mistake or the wrong house or something.But he insisted that my son called him. I'm standing there staring at Bryce, asking him what the heck is going on. I got the police on the phone still asking "who else is in the house?"I said " my daughter,son and myself"(cause Leroy wasn't home yet) the phone guy says let me speak to your daughter" I said "that's going to be kind of hard considering that she is only 15months old." meanwhile for kicks I shook her to make sure she was ok. She was. So I tell the guy"this was a mistake." he says well everyone is on their way already. I'm thinking great. He said well they are going to want to check you anyway. Sure enough I walked down the stairs to hear the sirens, see the front door open Leroy standing there with a puzzled look on his face(rightly so) All kinds of lights are filling up the parking lot fast, as I am trying to explain what's going on to him. a police office comes running in, with a huge medical bag. I'm telling her this was all a big mistake. Told her what I had gotten out of Bryce sofar, that he had a dream that we were hiding in his school and I died. He said he felt my elbow and it was rough like his great Mimi, who died last Christmas. Well that was all I understood at that point.so I had EMT's, police officers, and firemen in my housetrying to explain this. Anyway they had me sign a paper saying I was fine, and I had to write the time down, I had no idea what time it was. Come to find out it was 6:00am. They said Bryce did the right thing since he though I was hurt. And one of the police women said in a joking manner " Well, good morning!!!!" we all laughed and they all left, after waking up all my neighbors. I turned to Bryce and said "it's ok, go get ready for school"&lt;br /&gt;the whole day I kept thinking he must have slept walked,cuz he didn't know why the police were calling when he had handed me the phone, so when he got home I asked him again. He said he had a dream like I said earlier. So I asked him why he didn't wake me up. I guess he had come in the room and call my name and he went to touch me and because of the dream he panicked, ran downstairs to call 911. I asked him why didn't you you talk louder or shake me or something. He said he didn't want to know if I was dead. I gave him a hug and told him that he needs to try to wake me before doing that again. I told him that it rarely happens that someone just dies in their sleep if they are healthy and not to worry. Needless to say we were all up, Kalaia included, at 6:00am. I certainly couldn't go back to sleep. So that's my story. I seem to have an interesting,full life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113782105503288956?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113782105503288956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113782105503288956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113782105503288956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113782105503288956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-morning.html' title='My Morning!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113773562364514876</id><published>2006-01-20T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:40:23.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii pics from the sis!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/sarah%20hawii.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/sarah%20hawii.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/sarah%20hawii%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/sarah%20hawii%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/hawii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/hawii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/hawii3"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/400/hawii3%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well I'm not the one in Hawaii, that's for sure. Sarah is. She is there until Friday(tomorrow).She sent me these pictures through our cell phones. I thought I would share the jealousy. Aren't they beautiful pictures. She says the weather there is around 80 every day. Well if nothing else it's a mid-winter pick me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113773562364514876?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113773562364514876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113773562364514876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113773562364514876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113773562364514876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/hawaii-pics-from-sis.html' title='Hawaii pics from the sis!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113746674238266009</id><published>2006-01-16T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:13:58.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/baby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/baby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Julie, had a baby December 14. I found out that Kalaia LOVES babies. She was so concerned with everything Donnivan did. These were taken last week. He is a big boy. Almost 11lbs at birth. Yikes! Now Kalaia seems to notice all the little babies, and proceeds to make a fuss until she get to see the baby. It's becoming quite embarrassing, but cute in a weird way. Too bad she won't be having any younger siblings of her own. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113746674238266009?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113746674238266009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113746674238266009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113746674238266009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113746674238266009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-friend-julie-had-baby-december-14.html' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113738789576743274</id><published>2006-01-15T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:04:55.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grammie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/grammie%20and%20kalaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/grammie%20and%20kalaia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                I just loved this picture! Thought it was to cute. This is Kalaia's Great Grammie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113738789576743274?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113738789576743274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113738789576743274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113738789576743274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113738789576743274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-grammie.html' title='Great Grammie'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113738717006643314</id><published>2006-01-15T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:05:28.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/x-mas%20parade%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/x-mas%20parade%203.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Becky and I took Hannah and Kalaia to a Christmas parade in Niantic.The girls loved it. They were just so cute that "things" came up to them. That's what I like to think anyway. I thought they would cry but they didn't. Not even when they had set off the little cannons. Made me jump though. This was like the week before Christmas I think. It was cold but we sat next to some smart people that had brought a portable heater. Very smart I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/x-mas%20parade%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/x-mas%20parade%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/x-mas%20parade.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/x-mas%20parade.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113738717006643314?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113738717006643314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113738717006643314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113738717006643314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113738717006643314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas-parade.html' title='Christmas Parade'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113720732818362793</id><published>2006-01-13T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T21:55:28.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Dentist Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/dentisit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/dentisit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kalaia had her first dentist visit. Trying to start good habit's liked it for the most part. The only part she didn't care for to much was when they layed her down on our laps so the could look at and use the brush on her teeth. She just didn't like the fact that she had to lay down. Everything else she loved. They let her pick a toothbrush and sticker. They took this picture when she first got there so she was still unsure. By the end she was smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113720732818362793?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113720732818362793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113720732818362793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113720732818362793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113720732818362793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-dentist-visit.html' title='First Dentist Visit'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113718424768480433</id><published>2006-01-13T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:03:15.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness for Friends!!!</title><content type='html'>Well all I can say is sorry that I haven't been keeping you all updated. Not only has it been a crazy couple months, but somehow my blog got all messed up and I couldn't put pictures on. And it was really irritating. My thanks to my very good friend (the computer whiz, &lt;a href="http://www.kneadingdough.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;Prudence&lt;/a&gt;) got it all fixed. I'll tell you all what if it weren't for her, I wouldn't know a thing about computers.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Here are the kids holiday pictures that I was trying to put on line Christmas eve. I have a lot of catching up to do,so there will be a lot of new stuff in the next couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113718424768480433?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113718424768480433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113718424768480433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113718424768480433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113718424768480433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/thank-goodness-for-friends.html' title='Thank Goodness for Friends!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113712881529473086</id><published>2006-01-12T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:06:55.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/b%20%26%20k%20christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/b%20%26%20k%20christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/kalaia%20christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/kalaia%20christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/b%20%26%20k%20christmas%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/b%20%26%20k%20christmas%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/bryce%20christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/bryce%20christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113712881529473086?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113712881529473086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113712881529473086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113712881529473086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113712881529473086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-kids.html' title='My Kids'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113562363405397795</id><published>2005-12-26T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:01:27.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone's Christmas was good. Our's was wonderful. Bryce and Kalaia had a wonderful time. You know I think that once your a mother there is nothing in the world that make you more happy then to watch how excited your kids get on Christmas morning. I was so excited to see them. I thought Kalaia was going to get overwhelmed but she didn't. She got right in there ripping open presents. I tried to get her to say thank you after each one but I think that was a little much for a 14 month old. She did however watch her brothers everymove, and he (like a good boy) was very good about being thankful. So maybe she will catch on. Kalaia entertain all of us with her lovely dancing to the Christmas music. Beginning to think I should have gotten her a tutu. I am so pleased that she is "my little girl". She loves girlie things. Thank goodness!!!! But then again she's not afraid to run and jump on her brother and start to tackle him.&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally got their holiday pictures on Christmas eve. I know I'm a little slow doing it. I have been trying to get them on here but for some reason it won't work. So hopeful I will figure it out soon and you all can see them. They came out so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113562363405397795?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113562363405397795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113562363405397795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113562363405397795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113562363405397795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113401241526390429</id><published>2005-12-07T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:26:55.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>17 DAY'S</title><content type='html'>So how's everyone doing? 17 days left and i know this not because i keep track but Bryce tells me every day. I guess i'm not allowed to forget. I figured i would only have a few years left of this until last year when Kalaia came along. Bryce will just be growing out of the stage and Kalaia will just be hitting it. I do guess there is something to be said about having your kids close together. No really, i do enjoy the excitement that it brings to them. I look forward to the years ahead. It keeps people young and healthy to watch younger ones enjoy something in a way you did when you were younger yourself.  Remember to enjoy the little ones, though sometimes with all the "i wants" and "can i's" and the whining, it's really hard. There is always more good than bad. At least with the kids i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113401241526390429?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113401241526390429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113401241526390429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113401241526390429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113401241526390429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2005/12/17-days.html' title='17 DAY&apos;S'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113323631346802504</id><published>2005-11-28T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:54:43.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And It's Off !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here it comes. The holidays have started. And as quickly as it came it will go out even quicker. Hope your all ready. One thing I can say is I don't rush around to do any of it. What ever gets done gets done, starting early doesn't hurt. Whereas my hubby doesn't even give a second thought till two - three days before Christmas. I say why bother now it's the thought that counts. He says I needed all the extra time to decide on the perfect gift. We ALL know where he is going with that. Don't you just love how men work? They think a little buttering up is all it takes to forget the fact that they just put things off. I guess that's why it works so well on them. LOL!!! Needless to say though he always come though. I asked Bryce the other day when he wanted to go shopping ( he has some of his own money this year to buy gifts) and he says what's the rush we've got all month. I about fell over. Turning in to a typical man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Mine was nice. I'm lucky to have a wonderful family. We was suppose to go to my aunt Donna's house, but kalaia had gotten really sick the night before. She had a 104 temp and was sneezing with a stuffed up nose. So needless to say we couldn't go any where. I'm glad Bryce was with his dad. At least he got a turkey dinner. Anyway, my mom,Chris and my two sister's Sarah and Aimee came over later on with two plates of food and all kinds of deserts. So at least we got to share deserts together. It was so nice of them. Got to love your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well enjoy your month of chaos. Good luck to all who battle the stores. Remember, being with family and friends enjoying the season and &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; we have it, is the ultimate gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113323631346802504?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113323631346802504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113323631346802504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113323631346802504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113323631346802504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-its-off.html' title='And It&apos;s Off !!!!!!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113245875027843693</id><published>2005-11-19T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:54:16.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%203.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%203.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%205.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%205.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%201.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%201.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%204.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%204.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%202.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%202.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/newwyork%209.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/newwyork%209.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%208.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%208.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%206.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%206.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%207.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%207.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%2011.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%2011.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%2012.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%2012.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/new%20york%2010.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/200/new%20york%2010.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113245875027843693?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113245875027843693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113245875027843693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113245875027843693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113245875027843693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-york-pictures.html' title='New York Pictures!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113228033556606391</id><published>2005-11-18T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:49:41.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Please someone tell me how it is that toddler, specifically one that's 13 months old, knows how to "try" to hide their vegetables. I was feeding Kalaia tonight, she was having greenbeans. Well suppose to be. Any way I looked up to tell Bryce something and there is Kalaia banging her bowl upside down on her tray. She hands me the empty bowl and says "milk". Knowing full well she's not getting the milk till she ate some veggies. So I put them all back in the bowl and tried to feed them to her. She kept shaking her head "no". So I put the bowl down on the tray and got up to get a napkin to wipe her with. I look over and there she is throwing them over the side one by one. Smiling she looks up at me and says "milk?". Needless to say at that point I have given up with the greenbeans. I just find it funny that at such a young age she knows that maybe she can get rid of them with out eating them. It just cracks me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113228033556606391?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113228033556606391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113228033556606391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113228033556606391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113228033556606391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2005/11/veggies.html' title='Veggies'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18108851.post-113220294354071014</id><published>2005-11-17T02:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:49:03.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny statements!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/1600/chicken.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/522/1759/320/chicken.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Drink coffee.  Do stupid things faster withmore energy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I smile because your my sister. I laugh because there's nothing you can do about it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I took a pain pill- Why are you still here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. There are 3 kinds of people in this world:  Those who are good at math and thse who aren't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i saved the best for last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Raising Children Is Like Being Pecked  To Death By A Chicken!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18108851-113220294354071014?l=mandm-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/113220294354071014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18108851&amp;postID=113220294354071014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113220294354071014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18108851/posts/default/113220294354071014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandm-moments.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny-statements.html' title='Funny statements!'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708279752744115506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmVLkEVJX84/RohnIoj3jGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz3z6EGjPi8/s320/newport4+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
