<?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-3699952998412404533</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:48:38.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a blog where I can blog about anything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjH2phHqBpU/Tw9GCq8saCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/mSYd9CDhje4/s220/profile-large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-4800519880110291386</id><published>2011-08-27T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T12:06:59.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the house to myself!</title><content type='html'>This is Ggggggreat! All the kids are gone for the day. Hmm What shall i do? Clean....nah. I decided to check out my old blogs and update them while listening to music. I thought i would share one of my favorite songs. One that i have on full blast! It is sooo awesome that i have no responsibility right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EPo5wWmKEaI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what hubby would think if I dance around with a maids outfit on naked cooking dinner when he walks in? I almost forgot what it was like to be a wife and not a full time mother..hmm what shall i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-4800519880110291386?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4800519880110291386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=4800519880110291386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/4800519880110291386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/4800519880110291386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-house-to-myself.html' title='I have the house to myself!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjH2phHqBpU/Tw9GCq8saCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/mSYd9CDhje4/s220/profile-large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EPo5wWmKEaI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-3020111893896917996</id><published>2009-10-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:01:41.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Their Here!</title><content type='html'>My In-Laws are here for thanksgiving Yeah me! We havent talked in years and now my mother in laws health isnt good. So they are here for the Thanksgiving  thing. Oh I hope they are here and gone before I knnow it!. Hope everyone else is having it better this weekend lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with my man for over 15 years and have four kids. So Last night we decided it was time to tie the knot. LOL Can' t wait till the mother in law hears this news LMAO. As I know she can't stand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/StIBQoy8yEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-H5gCfNBuqk/s1600-h/inlaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/StIBQoy8yEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-H5gCfNBuqk/s200/inlaw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391373089256556610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-3020111893896917996?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3020111893896917996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=3020111893896917996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3020111893896917996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3020111893896917996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-here.html' title='Their Here!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/StIBQoy8yEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-H5gCfNBuqk/s72-c/inlaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1313323809319142716</id><published>2009-10-05T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:14:44.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard?</title><content type='html'>I was on Facebook and came across a video.  The video was about a guy that claims he cured cancer with eating aprocot and apple seeds. Hmmmm. I decided to google up on this and found a very interesting video. About the vitamin B17. Which is found in aprocots and apple seeds. Along with other foods like millet. I am not going to act like I know all about this because I don't. Just curious if anyone out there has ever had or have cancer that ate apple seeds. All I can find is people who do eat them and is cancerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ADF3WGIxzA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ADF3WGIxzA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=4312930190281243507&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share you comments on this one. Would love to hear all comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1313323809319142716?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1313323809319142716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1313323809319142716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1313323809319142716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1313323809319142716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-you-heard.html' title='Have you heard?'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-6038870823807221375</id><published>2009-10-05T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:48:34.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I was away from my blog for so long that I forgot my password. I even forgot the password to my email. Glad to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am sure you all heard that Victoria (Tori) Stafford was found. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; not alive and well. I was so busy following the case and posting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;re posting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flyer's&lt;/span&gt;. In hopes she would be found safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so wrapped up in this case because it was so close to home. I just hate hearing about stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May her family have some peace in knowing she is found and laid to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-6038870823807221375?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6038870823807221375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=6038870823807221375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/6038870823807221375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/6038870823807221375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-8984337116914061362</id><published>2009-04-17T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:48:10.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iv'e Been Busy</title><content type='html'>As I am sure you heard by now about missing Victoria Stafford. She doesn't live to far from me. So I have been out posting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Seh4fhRUYoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/g8Lf2B3-lO4/s1600-h/Tori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325639042267898498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 254px; height: 307px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Seh4fhRUYoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/g8Lf2B3-lO4/s400/Tori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Victoria (Tori) Was found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deceased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Rest in Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have been busy getting ready for my daughters Twilight Party that we are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be catching up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blogs after the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I would post about my experience at Tim Horton's yesterday. As I entered the doors it was packed. Hot and packed right to the door. I really needed a Timmie's and decided to wait in this long endless line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I got through the line to only now three people in front of me. I looked and noticed that the teller was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;talking to&lt;/span&gt; this bald guy and asked him if she could rub his head. And she did. But what made my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; turn was that she then carried on filling orders without washing her hands. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMGosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that just made me want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Seh4r4TwSRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1rNkMhwJXsY/s1600-h/Airplane-Sick-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325639254610561298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 135px; height: 147px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Seh4r4TwSRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1rNkMhwJXsY/s200/Airplane-Sick-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How sick is that. i was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appalled&lt;/span&gt; that I told the guy in line behind me. and all he said was"well you have to be nice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself this is not good. I haven't even had my morning coffee yet and if I get this lady as my server, I will explode and let her have a piece of my mind. It wouldn't have been a pretty site. However I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it just me or would that have grossed you out too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-8984337116914061362?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8984337116914061362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=8984337116914061362&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/8984337116914061362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/8984337116914061362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-busy.html' title='Iv&apos;e Been Busy'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Seh4fhRUYoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/g8Lf2B3-lO4/s72-c/Tori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-3007407393061146413</id><published>2009-04-12T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:53:26.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Bunny Came!</title><content type='html'>Okay I am a big kid. But I had to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are finally awake. And the strangest thing happened. The Easter bunny left chocolate eggs all around the house outside. Now I know I didn't place them there. So I am wondering who did? The Easter bunny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am thinking maybe my husband left them there as he had to work today. He works weekends for right now. Yes, This includeds holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly I can't let the kids have these ones until I find out who left them. But they do have their other chocolate eggs from the hunt inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to post the famous song/video in this house this morning. Enjoy and again Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWZxcAeSoVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWZxcAeSoVI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-3007407393061146413?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3007407393061146413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=3007407393061146413&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3007407393061146413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3007407393061146413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-bunny-came.html' title='Easter Bunny Came!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-357043132654237458</id><published>2009-04-12T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:34:50.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Am Going To Make Lots Of Noise</title><content type='html'>I have been up sense 5 am. I am so excited and can't wait to see the kids faces when they wake up to see what the Easter bunny brought them. I also can't wait to watch them do their Easter egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if they don't wake up soon I will have to make some noise as I am starting to think, Do I have kids? I can hear a pin drop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being young and I was always up before the break of dawn ready to see what I got for Easter, Christmas and any other holiday where I knew there was surprises waiting.&lt;br /&gt;As for me Being up at 5 am I think I saw the Easter bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SeHDHgbJFOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hu1gSDRXFhs/s1600-h/easter-egg-slipper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323750768258913506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SeHDHgbJFOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hu1gSDRXFhs/s320/easter-egg-slipper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Easter Everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-357043132654237458?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/357043132654237458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=357043132654237458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/357043132654237458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/357043132654237458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i-am-going-to-make-lots-of.html' title='I Think I Am Going To Make Lots Of Noise'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SeHDHgbJFOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hu1gSDRXFhs/s72-c/easter-egg-slipper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-8469786136673230424</id><published>2009-04-07T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:02:45.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeps Need To Be Shot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so angry and scared. I received a letter from my children's school. that on Friday there was an 11 year old girl walking home from school with friends. (I know the kids that she was walking home with). They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; at the corner of street, to head home to their own home. This is when a man in a car tried to lure the girl into his car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMGosh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was able to run home and tell her parents. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was only steps from her house and ran. The police say it was an older man. They are thinking he was drunk. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMGosh&lt;/span&gt;! Who cares if he was drunk, Old or what ever the man needs to be found shot and pissed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just to close to home. My daughter has begged me for years to let her walk with her friends. I started to let her near the end of last year. But now with this creep in the area. All parents are making new arrangements for the children to be picked up/dropped off at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I am liking as now my daughter doesn't feel out of place with me walking her. Heck it's just a block away. And we have to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also stinks because one of the things I want to teach my children is i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ndependence&lt;/span&gt;. And to know and have that feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; if something is wrong and know how to react. With having to be with them every minute only teaches them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one reason why my children, once they all reach 8 years old they get put into Karate. I have told them all that if they don't stick it out they will have no freedom when they are old enough to hang out with there friends. Run the roads sorta speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is of my 11 year old. She was 9 at the time. She is now on her way to getting her Green belt in two months. She has gotten so much quicker and powerful since this video. Can't wait to upload her sparing in her Green belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-90440f740901bd24" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D90440f740901bd24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F53BC38C98A311EEF50DEB4BA474C3DD7DAD664.6132189D123480B3DAB118D67E0D658D944729E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90440f740901bd24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3ZPRfezrK_hApTNYbbe2tnhQGbc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D90440f740901bd24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F53BC38C98A311EEF50DEB4BA474C3DD7DAD664.6132189D123480B3DAB118D67E0D658D944729E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90440f740901bd24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3ZPRfezrK_hApTNYbbe2tnhQGbc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one on the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-8469786136673230424?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=90440f740901bd24&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8469786136673230424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=8469786136673230424&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/8469786136673230424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/8469786136673230424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/creeps-need-to-be-shot.html' title='Creeps Need To Be Shot!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1256060828996134443</id><published>2009-04-05T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T07:56:12.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Hypochondriac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SdjD_9LSQ_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/WGG_RO6PDxo/s1600-h/300_26848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321218463259313138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SdjD_9LSQ_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/WGG_RO6PDxo/s320/300_26848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe I am a hypochondriac. As a child I found myself reading the medical book more than anything else. Even though back then I never thought I had anything medically wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my mother died a few years ago. Ever since then I have self diagnosed myself with many illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to think straight and reason with myself that it is all in my head but once about every three months it gets the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self diagnose this round has been something is wrong with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having pains across my chest. Finally I went to the hospital last night and well the doctor says nothing is wrong with my heart and that the pain would be across my upper chest. He said he is 110% that my heart is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the stupid mistake of telling him that I feel like I have to burp all the time. So once I said that he took me off the machine and said go get some anti acids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I still have the pains and thinking maybe the doctor is wrong. Crazy eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband also got the chance to gloat. He hates when I get like this and enjoyed saying "I told you nothing was wrong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a friend that has a brain tumor, Mini, strokes and aged blood. She is younger than me. She carries on with life with thinking enjoy while I am still here and that there are people in this world worse off then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck shes been diagnosed and I haven't. Now I wonder why can't I think that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't wish hypochondriac on my worst enemy.....Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1256060828996134443?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1256060828996134443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1256060828996134443&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1256060828996134443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1256060828996134443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-hypochondriac.html' title='I Am A Hypochondriac'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SdjD_9LSQ_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/WGG_RO6PDxo/s72-c/300_26848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-3189199726693639451</id><published>2009-04-03T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:13:04.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Top Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets face it these two are the best. I am a fav of Danny Gokey. However a lot of people like Adam Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would post one video of each. With just their voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think sings better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fp8x2rKj6HY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fp8x2rKj6HY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVeTIARiT74&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVeTIARiT74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-3189199726693639451?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3189199726693639451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=3189199726693639451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3189199726693639451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3189199726693639451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-idol-top-two.html' title='American Idol Top Two'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-4412099582243049195</id><published>2009-04-03T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:03:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lice As Pets NOT!</title><content type='html'>I have had a few people say to me why is your nickname Grumpy you don't seem Grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's just say I try hard to not let the little things get to me, However in my past few postings you can see why I have the nickname Grumpy as it just seems like one thing after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SdYGYTqynYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U8-2dKlpnfo/s1600-h/pittendrigh-lice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SdYGYTqynYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U8-2dKlpnfo/s320/pittendrigh-lice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320447024451198338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, Can you say OMGosh!&lt;br /&gt;Look at these, Nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed off! About a week ago my 10 year old daughter wanted to join in on a girls sleep over at this friends house. (whom seem to have the LICE a few times a year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told our daughter no way she was not sleeping there. Then we say the puppy eyes and the begging started. She begged saying" but I haven't seen her scratching in a long time". Pleaseeee let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we did. And now we are paying for it. We caught the lice. Not only did our 10 year old get it but it was so nicely passed on to our other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there went $100.00 out the window.&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle per per me and my husband(included second treatment.&lt;br /&gt;2 bottles for all three kids (Including second treatment.&lt;br /&gt;2 cans of house spray&lt;br /&gt;1 nit comb -Use after you cut the strand of hair with the nit on it. Don't pull it as you will lose it halfway done the strand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging because I have been going through hair over and over again for days to make sure the lice is all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the laundry from bedding's and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor kids are so sick of me searching their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cycle is if I miss even one nit then we are still stuck with more lice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the bugs are gone. I have done more than enough to make sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is what I don't get. Why is it that some people just can't get rid of the lice problem. I mean really I am starting to think they like them and don't mind them being part of the family, like family pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I will name you George and you Betty and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Clean your kids. These bugs bite and itch and crawl everywhere. And people like us don't want your pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have heard that some parents say "well I have no one to clean my head". Well do the treatment comb with the nit comb. Over and over again and then wash with Nizoral shampoo. It will help kill anything that you missed if used twice a week for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my research on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SdYG5AIaiII/AAAAAAAAAI4/9QYF1Ai4JB8/s1600-h/wanted-med.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SdYG5AIaiII/AAAAAAAAAI4/9QYF1Ai4JB8/s320/wanted-med.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320447586142423170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one lesson learned is I don't think I will see those puppy dog eyes to sleep over at this friends house again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-4412099582243049195?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4412099582243049195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=4412099582243049195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/4412099582243049195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/4412099582243049195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/lice-as-pets-not.html' title='Lice As Pets NOT!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SdYGYTqynYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U8-2dKlpnfo/s72-c/pittendrigh-lice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-8298849382870466136</id><published>2009-04-01T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:51:14.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Not Perfect</title><content type='html'>I started my blog for many reasons. One reason I wasn't going to blog is because I read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of family blogs that seem like life is perfect. To perfect. I knew that my blog wasn't going to be like that. And as you can see from my last posted it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not a perfect family blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a teenager that is really hard. I haven't slept in days and have been keeping myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omit&lt;/span&gt; it but I had my teenage daughter at a young age. Her father and I didn't stay together. He got custody of our daughter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; some judge thought that because he was working and I wasn't that she would be better off with him. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways he re-married and had three more children and I also remarried and had three more children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teen has always had a temper and always rebelled against her step mother. (and yes this was an evil step mother, a real bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow three years ago I got a call from the police saying she hit her step mother. Therefore she was not allowed to stay with her father and step mother at that time. So I was allowed to let her live here. (finally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although This was I think the worst thing I could have done. I did not get my daughter , I got an disrespectful, rude, angry teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger children have suffered as we reached out and spent so much attention on our teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I should have made her stay there and deal with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;assault&lt;/span&gt; charge. (that was later dropped). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Considering&lt;/span&gt; she is still violent, as you can see in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;previous&lt;/span&gt; posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been three years that my husband and I have tried to get our daughter to go the straight and narrow. (We call her our daughter as my husband has been in her life since she was 2 1/2.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we thought we were getting through. We went from a child that would throw herself on the floor in a fit.(At the age of 15) To talking about her problems. Even went to councelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight to even get her to go to school was hell. But we must have done something right as she is still attending school even after moving out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then has met this boyfriend. I don't care for much. But at least she has stopped running wild drinking and partying. I now know that she is not running the roads and is at his house most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write this post because I saw my daughter the other day downtown and she came up to me and told me she didn't come over to see me that she came over to see her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. I have tried and not sure what to do anymore. She has so many mood swings. One day she is fine with me and the next she hates me. Do I keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; or just say fuck it all!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will of course keep trying but I also keep being told that she will come around and that we lose our teens at this age. But they do come back. I am not sure as I didn't raise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry just getting things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-8298849382870466136?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8298849382870466136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=8298849382870466136&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/8298849382870466136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/8298849382870466136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-not-perfect.html' title='Life Is Not Perfect'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-6701478593759088537</id><published>2009-03-28T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:59:23.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Police Called Me</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this. I got a call from the police last night. Saying that my teen was wanted for questioning. She hit a girl at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know what your thinking. OH not good! Your right, but once I heard the girls name I knew why. Not that it makes a difference. However this girl licked her fingers and pulled up her shirt and rubbed her nipple and it was in front of my teens boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why my daughter reacted. But she has to learn that she can't respond to things that way. However I feel like a hypocrite because if some women did that in front of my husband I think it would hit a nerve too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I decided it was tough love time and told the police that if charges are laid, She was not to call home. She made her bed now lye in it. I can't take much more. She is so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sc4rnuIRZ0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cdSUtQcv5W0/s1600-h/Robot_Boy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318236171368752962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sc4rnuIRZ0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cdSUtQcv5W0/s320/Robot_Boy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I haven't heard anything so I am sure it was just a warning to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I had a dream that I was pregnant and gave birth in the toilet. The toilet was like a huge hole that went way down. The baby fell into it and I had no way off saving it. Then it floated to the top of the water and I was able to save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read on google on a dream website, that this meant I was letting go. But I guess because the baby floated to the top meant I was saving it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this dream had to do with my teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-6701478593759088537?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6701478593759088537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=6701478593759088537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/6701478593759088537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/6701478593759088537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-police-called-me.html' title='Great Police Called Me'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sc4rnuIRZ0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cdSUtQcv5W0/s72-c/Robot_Boy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1067434537348253006</id><published>2009-03-27T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:12:02.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Email That Was Sent To Me</title><content type='html'>Even though I am a female. I laughed when I read this. Maybe it was in the moment as my husband was reading it along with me and he busted a gut. Which in turn so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sc0WrLkXd6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/w9aoL7eBkLQ/s1600-h/light%2520beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931666089932706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sc0WrLkXd6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/w9aoL7eBkLQ/s320/light%2520beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Beer contains female hormones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, National University of Lesotho scientists released the results of a recent analysis that revealed the presence of female hormones in beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men should take a concerned look at their beer consumption.&lt;br /&gt;The theory is that beer contains female hormones (hops contain phytoestrogens) and that by drinking enough beer, men turn into women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To test the theory, 100 men drank 8 pints of beer each within a 1 hour period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then observed that 100% of the test subjects :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Argued over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;2) Refused to apologize when obviously wrong.&lt;br /&gt;3) Gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;4) Talked excessively without making sense.&lt;br /&gt;5) Became overly emotional.&lt;br /&gt;6) Couldn't drive.&lt;br /&gt;7) Failed to think rationally.&lt;br /&gt;8) Had to sit down while urinating.&lt;br /&gt;9) Could no longer read maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No further testing was considered necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Send this to the men you know to warn them about drinking too much beer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1067434537348253006?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1067434537348253006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1067434537348253006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1067434537348253006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1067434537348253006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/email-that-was-sent-to-me.html' title='An Email That Was Sent To Me'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sc0WrLkXd6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/w9aoL7eBkLQ/s72-c/light%2520beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1089171958649639928</id><published>2009-03-26T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:42:18.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember Thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScvXfO4v1CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VN2y-9c7Q_k/s1600-h/tbrn322l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317580716613030946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScvXfO4v1CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VN2y-9c7Q_k/s400/tbrn322l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember thinking like this over the past few years and now it has come. My teenager is moving out.  Somehow I don't feel good about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought things were getting better. She slaps this in my face by saying she is moving in with her boyfriend of 2 years and his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no say in the matter as she is hard headed and she has been staying there for most of the last 6 months anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main concern is she keeps going to school.  We have told her that once she decides to move out, that she moves right out. Meaning no coming home and packing the knapsack full of food etc.  In away I think they may be a learning experience. I mean her boyfriends mother is going to make her get a job and pay her way. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope we have raised her well enough that she is smart enough not to get pregnant. That's all we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew raising a teen was hard but not this hard.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1089171958649639928?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1089171958649639928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1089171958649639928&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1089171958649639928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1089171958649639928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-remember-thinking.html' title='I Remember Thinking...'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScvXfO4v1CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VN2y-9c7Q_k/s72-c/tbrn322l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-318578992291943805</id><published>2009-03-23T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:39:57.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Villain To A Totally Cool Mom</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what to think of this. About an hour ago my teenager came in and I had this song playing. Dancing around as I do some more baking. She says "MOM you are so cool!" I love this song! Suddenly I have my teen communicating with me. I guess it pays to get into what the kids are listening to today. I thought I would share this video of the song she is talking about and now I am on my way to find some Chris brown , Alica keys etc. If music is the way to get some more communication with my teen I am up for anything. Oh this could back fire and she will think I am totally losing it. Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SAHfJsqalks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SAHfJsqalks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-318578992291943805?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/318578992291943805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=318578992291943805&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/318578992291943805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/318578992291943805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-villain-to-totally-cool-mom.html' title='From Villain To A Totally Cool Mom'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-3998966584712032813</id><published>2009-03-22T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:27:54.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Labelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Scar7nsu3qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ldozFH5HSyA/s1600-h/mom_yelling-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316125450914684578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Scar7nsu3qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ldozFH5HSyA/s400/mom_yelling-150x150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been having this feeling that my one daughter is making me out to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;villain&lt;/span&gt;. So I confronted her. She told me that I am to strict. That her friends parents think I am to strict too. Strange but these parents, that I believe she is telling stories to, have bought my kid a jacket just because she wanted it. And she pretty much spent the weekend at her friends house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, Then my daughter told me that these parents really like her because she has manners not like their daughters other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me get this straight. If my child had no manners. Most people would say" It is the parents fault". So because my child is well behaved, these parents believe that I am this wicked ole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meany&lt;/span&gt;. Hardly, I just set rules and my children are to obey them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it seems to me our daughter is telling stories to get these people to feel sorry for her and they feel they need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rescue&lt;/span&gt; her or something. Well let's see my daughter has had the whole weekend and then some to have a sleepovers and treats, a new jacket and able to time away from her younger siblings. Gee I think she did good. Don't You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However totally unacceptable. I think it is time to put a stop to this. I thought about calling the parents. But I can't be bothered. I think a talk tonight with mom &amp;amp; dad would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many other parents think I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;villain&lt;/span&gt;? I wander what other stories my daughter has told to get others to feel sorry for her, so she can get things. I can't believe it my daughter is turning into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scammer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-3998966584712032813?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3998966584712032813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=3998966584712032813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3998966584712032813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3998966584712032813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-labelled.html' title='I Am Labelled'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Scar7nsu3qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ldozFH5HSyA/s72-c/mom_yelling-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1170689649190386753</id><published>2009-03-21T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:28:12.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet The Cat Kick The Wife</title><content type='html'>My husband is taking it harder than me about the store closing. It seems he comes home pets the cat and kicks the wife. (not literally). Hope he snaps outta this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand, But gee his depressing mood is taking everyone elses good moods away. Maybe my apple crisp that the kids and I made today will help cheer him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I am getting back into the swing of things around here. Cleaning (gutting this house). I can't believe the lack in housekeeping that has been going on here. I even found an old apple core, bread crust and chip bags under the kids beds. The lectures went on and on about that! They have turned into little pigs, right before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than cleaning this house into tip top shape. I have been busy being a stay at home mom again. Making Playdoe and baking with the kids. Today was apple crisp, chocolate cookies and granola bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent $50.00 today on all my baking goods. Opps! better keep that one from hubby. The way money is around here these days. I don't want him to look and feel like this next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScU_IublKuI/AAAAAAAAAII/2DuZj-0Vb8g/s1600-h/simpons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315724354315954914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScU_IublKuI/AAAAAAAAAII/2DuZj-0Vb8g/s400/simpons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can joke about this as my husband called me on his break and was in a much better mood today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1170689649190386753?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1170689649190386753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1170689649190386753&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1170689649190386753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1170689649190386753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/pet-cat-kick-wife.html' title='Pet The Cat Kick The Wife'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScU_IublKuI/AAAAAAAAAII/2DuZj-0Vb8g/s72-c/simpons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1870713540380101555</id><published>2009-03-19T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:49:14.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngest Most Biggest Alexis Grace Fan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it! I watch American Idol last night and Alexis Grace was voted off. Okay she wasn't the one I want to win. But she was way better than that ...oh what's his name? That Micheal guy. Yah That's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I look over beside me as I hear silent crying. Here was my 5 year old crying her little eyes out. She was upset that Alexis was in the bottom three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Oh WAIT! Simon says "Alexis you were one of the ones we were thinking about saving." So my daughter was on the egde of her seat hoping Alexis was staying. Only to find out Simon say" NOPE sorry your going home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was soooooo rude! Not only to Alexis but to her fans. Look at the torture he did to both Alexis and my 5 year old little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScKSqxqe4HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FZvm4nz0qLM/s1600-h/Grace.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314971773834289266" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScKSqxqe4HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FZvm4nz0qLM/s320/Grace.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314971838719151090" style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="225" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScKSujYPS_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/DaXyUF0gGXU/s320/006.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1870713540380101555?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1870713540380101555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1870713540380101555&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1870713540380101555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1870713540380101555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/youngest-most-biggest-alexis-grace-fan.html' title='Youngest Most Biggest Alexis Grace Fan!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScKSqxqe4HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FZvm4nz0qLM/s72-c/Grace.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-6793022327747401593</id><published>2009-03-18T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:00:30.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Or Cry</title><content type='html'>I don't get it. As I get five steps ahead,I fall ten steps back. With everything that has gone on here financially. And now I am hit with two birthday parties that two of my children are invited to. Both being this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next month I have two birthday parties one day after another to hold. That's right, two of my children have their birthdays one day after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all this outta run me about $300.00 If I do it right. A huge headache, empty wallet. And a houseful of kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can look on the bight side. I did good in stopping at four kids. Even though they cost a fortune I love them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing to do I think is go out and spend some money on some Tim Hortons coffee as I hear spending money on yourself relases dopamine in your brain which helps you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the cheapest stress therapy I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScD8vvzuMpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/No2mSHAjrqE/s1600-h/stressred.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314525457514640018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScD8vvzuMpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/No2mSHAjrqE/s400/stressred.gif" 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/3699952998412404533-6793022327747401593?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6793022327747401593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=6793022327747401593&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/6793022327747401593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/6793022327747401593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/laugh-or-cry.html' title='Laugh Or Cry'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/ScD8vvzuMpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/No2mSHAjrqE/s72-c/stressred.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-5398842855874592356</id><published>2009-03-16T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:54:24.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is It With Men?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sb5nAKIJWSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ONtQwb7hV3k/s1600-h/men.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313797862759946530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sb5nAKIJWSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ONtQwb7hV3k/s320/men.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tell you this is so true when it comes to my husband. I am not kidding you. Today he is loading all our stuff up from the store to bring home. I told him what stays and what goes. One thing being a table that stays at the store. He just came in with the first load and said to me" Oh is this our table or the landlords?" Ummm HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know what you must be thinking. Maybe he has tuned me out, typical male. But I don't think that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you it is true if men weren't stupid, theyd be women. There are times when my husband will look right at me and say Hun, where's my hat? Have you seen it? As he looks at the ceiling. As if it would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to other women about things like this and they all have a story similar to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we women do have fun making fun of our husbands. Good job he doesn't read nor know my blog url. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-5398842855874592356?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5398842855874592356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=5398842855874592356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/5398842855874592356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/5398842855874592356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-it-with-men.html' title='What Is It With Men?'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sb5nAKIJWSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ONtQwb7hV3k/s72-c/men.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-4997724967432398958</id><published>2009-03-14T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:53:46.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decided To Close</title><content type='html'>Well it wasn't easy but we have decided to close our store. It hurts but has to be done. So tomorrow I will be clearing out the store. No closeout sale. Just packing it all in. Even though I didn't want to close I feel like a huge brick is off my shoulders. Selling all my stock and losing money on it but a huge brick off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbyFB-DmxhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YVxU1jjKodo/s1600-h/closed-out-of-business.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313267929274828306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbyFB-DmxhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YVxU1jjKodo/s320/closed-out-of-business.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about this is the landlord is wonderful and we get along great! Our children get along and she wants to get together have coffee, let the kids play and keep business out of the way of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the knowing that the decision is made about whether to keep the store or close. I can finally get some sleep. I am so tired mentally but...now if only I hadn't drank all that coffee tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbyJPqbCFPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wsYb2402aYM/s1600-h/ive-gotta-cut-back-on-caffeine-cefjdfgkiklpeghl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313272562569057522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbyJPqbCFPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wsYb2402aYM/s320/ive-gotta-cut-back-on-caffeine-cefjdfgkiklpeghl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3699952998412404533-4997724967432398958?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4997724967432398958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=4997724967432398958&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/4997724967432398958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/4997724967432398958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/decided-to-close.html' title='Decided To Close'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbyFB-DmxhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YVxU1jjKodo/s72-c/closed-out-of-business.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-811114396228305419</id><published>2009-03-13T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:01:22.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused &amp; Need Your Opinions Please!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted the last couple of days. I have been very busy thinking. And still thinking. The more I think the more confused I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbpK15j7KSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/X5G7dhc6CGQ/s1600-h/dazed%2520and%2520confused1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312641000281942306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbpK15j7KSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/X5G7dhc6CGQ/s320/dazed%2520and%2520confused1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have to close our store. I was okay with it somewhat until I found someone that is willing to buy all my stuff. Then it hit me. I don't want to let the store go. But I am afraid that because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;economy&lt;/span&gt; is slowing down here, it may get worse. And because things are slowing down the money coming in isn't near what is going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband lost two contracts as well. Bills are piling up at home and we are just keeping our head above water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Here's the thing that has me confused. The landlords said that they don't want us to go. They want to give us two months rent free to see if the economy looks any better. But I have a buyer now. I may not in two months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our friends are saying it is a shame and try hard to keep it going because we have no children clothing store near here. Except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart and there quality is not like mind by far. Then I was told to down size to the smaller children only as they sell faster and more of it. This way I only have to get summer stock for those sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's another thing, because of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;economy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart is doing well and can lower their prices more than I can. More and More people are going to shop there and they have a S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;uper Centre&lt;/span&gt; on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I invest more money that I really don't have or does anyone out there have any good news on the economy? All I hear is it is still going down hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it now I will close and things will pick up. This stinks! I am so upset. Please any opinions on what to do would be appreciated. Ride it out or cut my losses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-811114396228305419?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/811114396228305419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=811114396228305419&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/811114396228305419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/811114396228305419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/confused-need-your-opinions-please.html' title='Confused &amp; Need Your Opinions Please!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbpK15j7KSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/X5G7dhc6CGQ/s72-c/dazed%2520and%2520confused1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-6731394416902502740</id><published>2009-03-12T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:28:48.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p width="100%" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.yourminis.com/Dir/GetContainer.api?uri=yourminis/ke/mini:AI2009Group" width="311" height="446" wmode="window" FlashVars="uri=yourminis/ke/mini%3AAI2009Group&amp;width=311&amp;lmwidth=311&amp;color=16777215&amp;config=http%3A//xml.channel.aol.com/xmlrepository/fetch.adp%3Fid%3D517232&amp;hostname=www.yourminis.com&amp;swfhost=ct.yourminis.com&amp;lmheight=446&amp;wapi=0&amp;statshostname=stats.yourminis.com&amp;height=446&amp;__wmode=window&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-6731394416902502740?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6731394416902502740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=6731394416902502740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/6731394416902502740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/6731394416902502740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-7653098018602079208</id><published>2009-03-09T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:53:52.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Mouth Of Babes</title><content type='html'>I through out all the crayons a few months ago as I was tired of picking them up and wanted my kids to learn their lesson. That if they don't pick up after themselves all will go in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been a few months and yesterday the kids were looking everywhere for even one crayon. Finally I broke and told them I will get them some new crayons IF they pick them up as I will through them in the garbage again if they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbUeYiwPeZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lmjW9L2pjAM/s1600-h/crayons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311184742548208018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbUeYiwPeZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lmjW9L2pjAM/s400/crayons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well this morning I am walking on crayons. Ouch! If it ain't Lego it is crayons etc. So I said to my one daughter "I thought you guys learned your lesson". In which she replied"We did but we forgot it". Oh my gosh I busted a gut. All I thought at that time was kids do say the darndest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-7653098018602079208?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7653098018602079208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=7653098018602079208&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7653098018602079208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7653098018602079208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-mouth-of-babes.html' title='From The Mouth Of Babes'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbUeYiwPeZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lmjW9L2pjAM/s72-c/crayons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1733741982522071986</id><published>2009-03-08T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:49:37.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Guy</title><content type='html'>It's official all my children like money. It is amazing all my children are alive and well. Thank God! For some reason every single child of mine was able to get their hands on a dime or a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was my son, He called me into the washroom to show me his penny he found in his potty mixed with well you get the picture. I asked him how many pennies did you eat. He looked at me with a serious look and say just one mommy, as he held up one finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311153334596193506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbUB0XA8zOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YSCv9xOupB4/s400/Untitledr.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know where they find this money as I can never find any. And I've dug through the couches and all! Maybe this is my children's way of saying"it's mine and mom ain't getting it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it is inherited from me. I remember being a kid and i swallowed a quarter. Only I wasn't so lucky. It didn't pass through to my stomach. It got caught between my lungs. The Doctor had to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older kids will be getting a talking to about leaving money lying around. Especially when it comes to choking. But all in all my little guy is doing well and was not allowed to keep the penny as we told him it needed to go to the fish in the sea to buy food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1733741982522071986?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1733741982522071986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1733741982522071986&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1733741982522071986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1733741982522071986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-little-guy.html' title='My Little Guy'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SbUB0XA8zOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YSCv9xOupB4/s72-c/Untitledr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-7331348834097140633</id><published>2009-03-07T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:49:11.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap My Mother In-Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately I have been thinking about my mother-in-law and all the hell she has put my family through. Especially my kids. She treats them like crap. She won't see them because of a disagreement my husband and I have. I have no problem with not seeing her but my kids hurt from it. This woman is a 100% B^tc#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about this woman but it would take all day and all night. So I've decided to work on getting a real picture of my mother in-law on here. Where you can all take a slap at her but for now this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="363" width="500" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="13229"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9604"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.khemer.com/swf/61.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.khemer.com/swf/61.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.khemer.com/swf/61.swf" width="500" height="363" align="center" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two men and a woman in this game. I refer to the woman as my mother-in-law. Be sure to smack her lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-7331348834097140633?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7331348834097140633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=7331348834097140633&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7331348834097140633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7331348834097140633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/slap-my-mother-in-law.html' title='Slap My Mother In-Law'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1125127203220881336</id><published>2009-03-06T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:35:49.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS Or Just Plain Wierd?</title><content type='html'>Why are some people just plain crazy...no weird? Yesterday I was running the store and this lady came in with a stroller and I thought I was being polite and asked her Boy or Girl with a smile being friendly, So I thought. ( I will add the stroller was not facing me I could not see her baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady just freaked out on me! Saying, He's a boy! Look blue outfit , blue hat, blue blue blue! Then she carried on saying. Can't you see that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q202/lanovsky/PMS--C10285280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGosh, I just wanted to respond and not in a good way. But being the owner of the store it wouldn't have been in my best interest. Instead I had to be phony and tried to excuse my behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I wasn't sure was a good think. As the lady calmed down and decided to except my apology and then it was like I was her best friend. This was not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked and talked and talked and I had to hear about the birth of her baby. How the doctors all had their hands inside her with lubricant and still could not feel her cervix. The conversation went right down to her ex not being around etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I was thinking was I had to be nice as this lady may still be a potential buyer, If not today some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my husband showed up and she then left. But I fear she will be back and I fear it is to tell me more about her life, I can't take it. What to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1125127203220881336?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1125127203220881336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1125127203220881336&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1125127203220881336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1125127203220881336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/pms-or-just-plan-wierd.html' title='PMS Or Just Plain Wierd?'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-8641457383355061427</id><published>2009-03-04T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:16:33.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Right Or Left Clicking</title><content type='html'>I did some searching on the net and found away to help stop image theft. As this is very important to me. Not because I care if people steal a cartoon image or some other image. Just not images of my family. I thought I would post about my findings as there maybe other bloggers out there that would like to do the same. Protect their pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309361629057575538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sa6kRXwQ6nI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-NTbrn8dXRs/s400/see_how_easy_that_was.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do is upload your photo to blogger. Then edit the html. Add this code to to the img tag: oncontextmenu="return false;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then To disable left click open post in post editor and in Edit Html tab delete the &lt;&gt; of the href then delete the closing tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to protect your images even more you can save your images in a flash file. And/Or place a watermark on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not 100% because nothing in this world is. However I know I would like to post bragging photos on my blog once in awhile. Now you can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on a comment. People can just print it off .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not now with this code Fixed it though not 100% but if anyones tries to print it will print a blank page. I can't believe that we have to be so careful cause there are creeps out there. Sucks but true.just paste this code &lt;style type="text/css" media="print"&gt;body { visibility: hidden; display: none }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-8641457383355061427?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8641457383355061427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=8641457383355061427&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/8641457383355061427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/8641457383355061427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-right-or-left-clicking.html' title='No Right Or Left Clicking'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sa6kRXwQ6nI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-NTbrn8dXRs/s72-c/see_how_easy_that_was.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-7440935085015839753</id><published>2009-03-03T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:33:57.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was I Thinking?</title><content type='html'>I can't take it anymore. I have a teenager, 17 years old. She think she knows it all. I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seem&lt;/span&gt; to do anything right in her eyes. My husband wants to kick her out and know what the real world is all about. But being"mom" makes it hard. Until this morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. I was telling her that the money handing out to the kids around here is going to stop! As it turns out we owe on our taxes. Well Then she flared up and told me that we worry to much and we are going to die young of worry. And that she needed money for lunch today because we woke up late and she didn't have time to make a lunch. This is when I decided maybe my husband is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sa0wHkx_iXI/AAAAAAAAACw/aCuDGYNvxR4/s1600-h/teenagers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308952442430261618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sa0wHkx_iXI/AAAAAAAAACw/aCuDGYNvxR4/s400/teenagers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; this! I have to go through this teenage crap three more times. What was I thinking? All I can say is I hate teenagers. Love her but..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-7440935085015839753?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7440935085015839753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=7440935085015839753&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7440935085015839753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7440935085015839753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What Was I Thinking?'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/Sa0wHkx_iXI/AAAAAAAAACw/aCuDGYNvxR4/s72-c/teenagers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-7746929288068833327</id><published>2009-03-02T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:23:08.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future Is fat</title><content type='html'>I have only been doing this blog for a few weeks now. And already I am finding myself clued to blogging. I have also been eating at the computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. Blogging and eating. The thing is I am eating snacks like crazy. This is nuts! I gotta stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308810531208168866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 257px; height: 300px;" return="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SayvDQSEBaI/AAAAAAAAACo/FdcfrzL9D_g/s400/fat-cat-700946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to go to work tomorrow. I never thought I would say that! As there is no computer at work to blog and eat like I have been. What is up with this? I have heard of people who sit at a computer lots gain weight. I can see why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-7746929288068833327?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7746929288068833327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=7746929288068833327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7746929288068833327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7746929288068833327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/future-is-fat.html' title='The Future Is fat'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SayvDQSEBaI/AAAAAAAAACo/FdcfrzL9D_g/s72-c/fat-cat-700946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-4874016757369359282</id><published>2009-03-01T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:51:19.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Safe Is It?</title><content type='html'>I have viewed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of family blogs. All most all of them have pictures of the family. I would love to share some too. However how safe is it to post pictures of your kids on the web? I have also visited blogs that have this ad on the side of it "Live Traffic Feed" , showing where a person is from. I don't like that! Heck it even shows the town people live in. As my cousin was telling me it shows her town she lives in. It isn't so bad when you live in a city. This banner things shouldn't be aloud. IMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SarnHcBdYhI/AAAAAAAAACY/noBSzolp158/s1600-h/scrapbook_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308309225776964114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SarnHcBdYhI/AAAAAAAAACY/noBSzolp158/s400/scrapbook_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would like an some in site on how safe you think it is to post pictures of your family on the web?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-4874016757369359282?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4874016757369359282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=4874016757369359282&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/4874016757369359282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/4874016757369359282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-safe-is-it.html' title='How Safe Is It?'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SarnHcBdYhI/AAAAAAAAACY/noBSzolp158/s72-c/scrapbook_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-2275742292709966480</id><published>2009-02-28T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:40:27.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People I Tell Yah</title><content type='html'>Today I was in the grocery store and as I was heading to the cashier. The 10 items or less isle I might ad. There was this lady that was about 60 years old. With a FULL cart. Me being polite I stopped to let her go first. Thinking that she would have the same courtesy and let me go first since I only had two items. But nope &amp;amp; you think the cashier would tell her to go to another Isle because of the 10 items or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SanX3AE0WwI/AAAAAAAAACA/thn3RjzT3uc/s1600-h/Life+is+crap.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308010975745825538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SanX3AE0WwI/AAAAAAAAACA/thn3RjzT3uc/s400/Life+is+crap.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't the worst thing. The lady took her sweet time unloading her cart. And get this, she also had about 20 cans of canned cat food that she was categorizing as she placed them on the counter. It was a about 20 minute ordeal. Some people I tell yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-2275742292709966480?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2275742292709966480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=2275742292709966480&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/2275742292709966480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/2275742292709966480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-people-i-tell-yah.html' title='Some People I Tell Yah'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SanX3AE0WwI/AAAAAAAAACA/thn3RjzT3uc/s72-c/Life+is+crap.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1235612317489358786</id><published>2009-02-26T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:14:22.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe This</title><content type='html'>I was on a website and I saw the Amber Alert was yellow. (which means a child is missing). So I click on it and here is a picture of the little girl. (below) And a video of the child. I click to play it and there was a 15 second commercial to play first. OMGosh there is a little girl missing and I had to watch the commercial before I could see the video of her. I am so angry. Here is the info as I thought it may help locate her to have it posted her as well as the missing children sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SadV_vfA05I/AAAAAAAAABw/9are7a-98eQ/s1600-h/cummingsfl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307305239446082450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SadV_vfA05I/AAAAAAAAABw/9are7a-98eQ/s200/cummingsfl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="video" width="320" height="280" data="http://www.myfoxorlando.com/video/videoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.myfoxorlando.com/video/videoplayer.swf" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="&amp;skin=MP1ExternalAll-MFL.swf&amp;embed=true&amp;adSrc=http%3A%2F%2Fad%2Edoubleclick%2Enet%2Fadx%2Ftsg%2Ewofl%2Fnews%3Bdcmt%3Dtext%2Fxml%3Bpos%3D%3Btile%3D2%3Bsz%3D320x240%3Bord%3D772754875579262300%3Frand%3D0%2E6103651724976931&amp;flv=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyfoxorlando%2Ecom%2Ffeeds%2FoutboundFeed%3FobfType%3DVIDEO%5FPLAYER%5FSMIL%5FFEED%26componentId%3D121735420&amp;img=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia2%2Emyfoxorlando%2Ecom%2F%2Fphoto%2F2009%2F02%2F25%2F022509HalieghVideoRaw%5Ftmb0000%5F20090225175815795%5F640%5F480%2EJPG&amp;story=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyfoxorlando%2Ecom%2Fdpp%2Fnews%2F022509Haeligh%5FVideo" name="FlashVars"/&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the information about Haleigh Cummings :&lt;br /&gt;CANS Alert Issued for 5 Year Old Florida Girl&lt;br /&gt;Posted: Tuesday, February 10, 2009 10:22 PM CT&lt;br /&gt;Updated: Tuesday, February 24, 2009 2:08 PM CT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code Amber News Service (CANS) issued this Missing Endangered person Alert after the girl disappeared from her bedroom some time after 3 AM Tuesday morning (2-20) in Satsuma. Satsuma is approximately 75 miles east of Gainsville. After two weeks of searching, and going through over 1,600 leads and tips, there is still no sign of Haleigh. The reward for information leading to her recovery has been increased to over $25,000 according to Putnam County Sheriff's officials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haleigh Cummings a white female, 3 feet tall, weighs 39 pounds and has blond hair and brown eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no suspects in this case at this time. However, due to the circumstances of the child's disappearance an abduction is strongly suspected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no suspect vehicle at this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with information is asked to call the Putnam County Sheriff's office at (386) 329-0808 or dial 911. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is of Haleigh and her brother, Christmas 2008. This is the first video released of Haleigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1235612317489358786?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1235612317489358786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1235612317489358786&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1235612317489358786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1235612317489358786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-believe-this.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe This'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SadV_vfA05I/AAAAAAAAABw/9are7a-98eQ/s72-c/cummingsfl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-3425296118822876616</id><published>2009-02-26T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:33:27.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injury Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now before you send a comment about abuse. Read what I wrote bleow these pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307215844114588866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN:oncontextmenu="return false;" center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SacEsP7GZMI/AAAAAAAAABg/zKLmruuaJeg/s200/013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Scraped up face injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307216200040701650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN:oncontextmenu="return false;" center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SacFA92f3tI/AAAAAAAAABo/U_KOJPTQa_Y/s200/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Black eye injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fake an injury day at school. I think I did a great job with a bit of make up. I thought for sure people on the street would think I beat my kids with the way they looked today going to school. The kids had fun doing it though.&lt;br /&gt;Don't the injuries look real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-3425296118822876616?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3425296118822876616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=3425296118822876616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3425296118822876616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3425296118822876616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/injury-day.html' title='Injury Day'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SacEsP7GZMI/AAAAAAAAABg/zKLmruuaJeg/s72-c/013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-6774979360929322608</id><published>2009-02-25T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:25:14.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I Can Tell It Is February</title><content type='html'>I just heard that my neighbours split up. This is terrible. Such a nice couple too. I just hate when families have to split up. You don't hear of couples staying together anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens more in February than any other month. I have heard that it is because couples argue alot and it boils down to money. Everyone is trying to catch up on Christmas Spending, that it seems to cause alot of tention on couples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are quite aware of this. We try to spend more quality time with each other in the month of February to avoid the finacial stresses that this month seems to bring. It is hard enough with the way the ecomemy is going. Break ups and arguing doesn't solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of those families that are having a hard time this month. Take time away from the stresses. Do something fun and romantic. It really does help. Maybe that is why Valentine's day is in February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-6774979360929322608?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6774979360929322608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=6774979360929322608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/6774979360929322608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/6774979360929322608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-i-can-tell-it-is-february.html' title='Well I Can Tell It Is February'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-7795999891218486979</id><published>2009-02-25T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:50:14.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Socks!</title><content type='html'>In our house we have a sock box. Yes, I hate to fold socks when doing laundry. With all the people in this house you can see why. Half the laundry is socks. It has become a trend at my daughter's school now. She came home and told me that alot of the kids are wearing odd socks to school. I told her that the parents probably just love her because I believe that most parents are just like us running around looking for matching socks. Now they don't have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it though how the dryer or washer eats our socks up. It is crazy. We always seem to have only one laundry basket full of socks. Even though we buy socks almost every three months around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the teachers think? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-7795999891218486979?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7795999891218486979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=7795999891218486979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7795999891218486979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7795999891218486979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/odd-socks.html' title='Odd Socks!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-3423516307309919064</id><published>2009-02-24T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:12:53.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off! Woo Hoo</title><content type='html'>Today I get a day off. One good thing came out of the basement flooding. My husband decided to cover at the store today. I was able to stay home relax and do laundry all day. This is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great smelling roast in the slow cooker. The kids will be home from school soon and I was able to spend time with my son today. Couldn't have asked for a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my husband, the store is slow on Tuesdays so he is probably bored out of his mind. But he hates his days off as he can't stand staying home for to long. He is a workaholic. I have never met anyone who works as much as he does. When his holidays come up he only takes a week here and a week there. Three weeks in a row drives him stur crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-3423516307309919064?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3423516307309919064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=3423516307309919064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3423516307309919064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/3423516307309919064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-off-woo-hoo.html' title='Day Off! Woo Hoo'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1985004224713618698</id><published>2009-02-24T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:40:20.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadya Suleman's Getin Her Hustle On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw that Nadya was on the front page of Aol.com again. I can't believe this! So I thought, I wonder what people on you tube is saying and posting. Well I found this video and it says it all to a tea. I can't believe this Nadya Person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX4qWx6q-7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX4qWx6q-7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, she played her cards right didn't she?&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that her children do have their mother's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1985004224713618698?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1985004224713618698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1985004224713618698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1985004224713618698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1985004224713618698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/nadya-sulemans-getin-her-hustle-on.html' title='Nadya Suleman&apos;s Getin Her Hustle On'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-5227744267645825426</id><published>2009-02-23T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:35:42.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Did It!</title><content type='html'>Between me plunging the clogged sink for hours and I mean hours. (5 hours to be exact before the solution remedy). And my one daughter going to the grocery store for the ingredients that I found on the net and have used once before. This would be the Arm &amp;amp; Hammer, White &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vinegar&lt;/span&gt; and Salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaKwp-3PhxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tg4RtaMiIOw/s1600-h/drain+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305997546291693330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaKwp-3PhxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tg4RtaMiIOw/s320/drain+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mixed the whole box of Arm &amp;amp; Hammer with the same amount of salt. Then poured in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vinegar&lt;/span&gt;. Which makes a foaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;substints&lt;/span&gt;. Then poured in down the drain. (after we took out all the clogged water). Then we waited about 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; and then poured a huge pot of boiling water down the drain. I plunged and plunged and then all of a sudden it was clear the clog was fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;solution&lt;/span&gt; that I found on the net. We all ended up having a wonderful night. As for today I have lots of laundry to get done and a basement to clean up. Which will take awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, it is my husbands birthday. The kids have so much planned for him. Off to make bacon &amp;amp; eggs to start the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-5227744267645825426?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5227744267645825426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=5227744267645825426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/5227744267645825426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/5227744267645825426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-did-it.html' title='We Did It!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaKwp-3PhxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tg4RtaMiIOw/s72-c/drain+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-5560386647247616930</id><published>2009-02-22T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:47:30.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGosh!</title><content type='html'>I go out with the kids but before I do I put in a load of laundry. Then we all come in and hear water splashing.  Oh Nooooo I run down stairs and it was the laundry tub over flowing.  The tub is clogged. But not only is the tub clogged but if i turn on any water upstairs it pushes more water up the laundry tub drain and over flows again. So all water is off and the kids are all cleaning their rooms and I have my husbands favorite dish on the go. In hopes to calm him down when he gets in and finds out the drains are clogged really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so afraid he is going to have a heart attack. Another added stress we don't need. I can hear him now. " &amp;amp;^%$, *&amp;amp;*^". " I keep telling you guys to scrap your plates before you put them in the sink!".  And last but not least " Oh this is baddddd really badddddd." It is going to cost a fortune to fix". Do you all realize this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for movie night tonight. Either he will go to bed, thinking the sink will unclog its self or he will be in the basement all night cursing away.  I can't blame him for letting off a few fowl words about this one. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-5560386647247616930?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5560386647247616930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=5560386647247616930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/5560386647247616930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/5560386647247616930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/omgosh.html' title='OMGosh!'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-7668100704806501581</id><published>2009-02-22T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:42:34.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Stoled My Computer</title><content type='html'>First off I want to say as you can see I dropped the old template that I really liked as I couldn't get the comments to work. However I really like this template too. So you can now leave comments and I love to get comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my title of this post. My kids taking over my computer. I think we need a new one. One for my husband and I and one for the kids. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaGAFd9TYJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8TaJtud7z6Y/s1600-h/080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaGAFd9TYJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8TaJtud7z6Y/s320/080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305662667448606866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been like this since we got them all a Webkinz. It makes me look and think Is that what I look like...attached to the computer. It is time to log off and take the kids outside for a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-7668100704806501581?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7668100704806501581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=7668100704806501581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7668100704806501581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7668100704806501581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids-stoled-my-computer.html' title='Kids Stoled My Computer'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaGAFd9TYJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8TaJtud7z6Y/s72-c/080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-7265750644204810746</id><published>2009-02-21T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:20:08.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prices Are Out Outragous</title><content type='html'>I can't believe the prices of everything. I have a job where I take my kids as prices for a baby sitter, Well I can't afford it. Today I have all my children with me at work. But I would like to let my oldest one to stay home with the younger ones today and she wants to. But I only have a cell phone and to call every half hour or so it cost me to much. I refuse to pay a $30.00 cell phone plan as I don't use the phone that much. But today if i do leave my oldest to watch the younger ones. It will cost me a $25.00 card. I am upset how much cell time costs. It is crazy. Even a text message is 15 cents each. I was told about a plan for texts but I can't get that plan on a pay as you go. So If i want it I have to use a credit card and end up paying more because of interest rates on the card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so you ask why I don't get a regular phone for when i am at work. Well It is simple. I called to get prices on that and it is $10.00 more a month because it would be a business line. So what if it is a business line. The prices should be the same as a home phone. So here i am taking all my children to my work because I can't afford a babysitter or even a business phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking how can I afford a business? Well I started with $3000.00 and opened the right business that is needed and it has taken off quite well. However it is just paying for itself for right now. Hoping that it takes off even more this year. But in the mean time I am going crazy with the prices on everything. No wonder the world is in a financial crisis. GREED! Bottom line. The average people can't keep up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-7265750644204810746?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7265750644204810746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=7265750644204810746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7265750644204810746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/7265750644204810746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/prices-are-out-outragous.html' title='Prices Are Out Outragous'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-1841028684294099078</id><published>2009-02-18T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:35:44.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Angry Today</title><content type='html'>I was searching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; for wholesale children clothing and I can't believe the prices! Wholesale my a**. This is is crazy even with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recession&lt;/span&gt;, nothing is lowering. How can small businesses survive? I even ran into a wholesale site that said "The Wholesale Site That You Have Been Looking For Through The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recession&lt;/span&gt;". O My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gos'h&lt;/span&gt;. I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it. The were the same prices that I would pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;retail&lt;/span&gt; at say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about politics and stuff like that. But I can tell you that I see plain as day that Greed has taken over and we are going to crash harder than we think. Everyone, well almost everyone is counting on Obama to fix this mess. But I have my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it I finally get a business that I enjoy and it was going great until November last year. Now with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;economy&lt;/span&gt; crisis, I am going to flop. This stinks. My family was just starting to get ahead in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What needs changed is the prices for things. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; wants people to spend? How with jobs being lost everyday. Oh no now I am on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the taxes we have to pay and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; wants more! I know where I live we have to pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hydro's&lt;/span&gt; debt on our hydro bill. Because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hydro's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; managed crap! And if we don't we don't get hydro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; when I think about the SOME of the people on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; assistance. I know more than 20 people who get a free cheque every month , when they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; capable of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once when the Child Tax Credit was raised $15.00 per child. I was so excited to know that. But then I got my cheque and it was $15.00 less per each of my children. WHY!? Because only those on assistance got it and they took from my children to give to them. Get this at that time it was only my husband working. But if you were to cut his wage in half , it would work out to be him and me bringing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;minimum&lt;/span&gt; wage each. Then we would have qualified. Talk about robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about this but I have to get my children ready for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-1841028684294099078?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1841028684294099078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=1841028684294099078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1841028684294099078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/1841028684294099078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-angry-today.html' title='Very Angry Today'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-8061948248044492228</id><published>2009-02-16T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:56:50.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Win</title><content type='html'>I found this template and love it. But as I was going to sleep last night and realized that this template has a no comment option after each of my postings.  So I was awake have the night trying to figure out how to fix it. So here I am with bags under my eyes. From loss of sleep over this and I was up half the night with my son too. I can just see what kind of day this is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about posting some of my stuff I had on ebay for sale on here. But with out a comment link. What's the point? All my stuff is brand new with Tags too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my children are awake and ready to cause havic so I will end this posting and hopefully I can get this comments stuff fixed. Would love to hear from other bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-8061948248044492228?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8061948248044492228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=8061948248044492228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/8061948248044492228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/8061948248044492228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-win.html' title='Can&apos;t Win'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699952998412404533.post-4740252352300424539</id><published>2009-02-15T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:10:26.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog Posting</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love this blog template!? I couldn't believe it. I was thinking I want a blog that is me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I know grumpy? But it suits me these days. I wanted a blog where I can post about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all yes I have a Donate Button for my Chili recipe. So what! Please don't leave any negative comments about this. As I already know" How low can I go" But hey it is GOOD chili! And don't judge till you get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried selling on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;......didn't work for me. I lost money. Even opened two businesses and still paying off the loans. I refuse bankruptcy. Guess you can say I am an entrepreneur. I should stop while I am ahead as heck i can't even make money having a garage sale. No really it is true. I tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; if there wasn't any such thing as bad luck I'd have no luck at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to any pervs out there, no I will NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I have that out of the way and off my chest. I hope that some people out there see my blog and enjoy reading it. As most should. I am a down to earth type of person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699952998412404533-4740252352300424539?l=ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4740252352300424539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699952998412404533&amp;postID=4740252352300424539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/4740252352300424539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699952998412404533/posts/default/4740252352300424539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahouseholdhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-blog-posting.html' title='My First Blog Posting'/><author><name>DeDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPdZzUzH26o/SaWEGBlAiYI/AAAAAAAAABA/dKtFCWdQnP8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
