<?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-13697286</id><updated>2011-07-19T10:52:44.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Fun</title><subtitle type='html'>Life ain't always beautiful but it's a beautiful ride...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>342</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-115378549229326779</id><published>2006-07-24T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:58:12.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindy C. and others that are curious.......</title><content type='html'>Can you email me at jaebyrdsgirl@cox.net&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-115378549229326779?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115378549229326779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=115378549229326779&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/115378549229326779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/115378549229326779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/mindy-c-and-others-that-are-curious.html' title='Mindy C. and others that are curious.......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-115013127396710866</id><published>2006-06-12T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:54:42.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearly not their favorite....</title><content type='html'>My older boys are not ones to hold back. They let me know I am not good enough. They want daddy. They want to know twenty times a day when dad will be home. This doesn't happen a lot. Usually when he's working long hours for days in a row. Which is what is happening right now. &lt;br /&gt;I try to not let it bug me but it stings a little when your child is hurt and all you hear between the sobs is "I want daddy".&lt;br /&gt;The other day G was sick, really sick. But he managed to get out "i want daddy" about fifty times. He didn't want me touching him or wiping the throw up off his chin. He says "i can do it, i want daddy". And of course by the time he saw daddy he was all better.&lt;br /&gt;Today Wy got a tummy ache. I tried to hold him and comfort him but he wanted down. Told me he wanted daddy to come home so he could cuddle with daddy. *sigh*  Long heavy *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;I try to think of this as a good thing. My kids obvisiouly have a hands on dad &lt;br /&gt;that rocks their world. That isn't a bad thing. Its something I never had, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't blame them  for wanting daddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/102458656/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/102458656_e76f570332.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_5950" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-115013127396710866?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115013127396710866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=115013127396710866&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/115013127396710866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/115013127396710866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/clearly-not-their-favorite.html' title='Clearly not their favorite....'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114995337214385460</id><published>2006-06-10T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T08:29:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had two PB shoots this week.......</title><content type='html'>The first one was for a newborn and 4 year old sister. It turned out bad,really bad. The house was so dark. I walked in and thought I was in a cave. I didn't panic thinking we could open the blinds and let the light in. WELL&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;their windows were tinted. It was awul. I depend on natural light when I take photos. So the pictures sucked. I asked for a reshoot and still no word. It's okay though because I was to worry about my camera and not the baby. I asked to hold the baby when I first arrived and I was ignored,blown off. Mom handed baby off to grandma. And baby was awake the whole time so no cute feet pictures and mom wasn't up to any other shots then them facing the camera. UGH! It was not enjoyable and my style did not shine through in these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second shoot was different. I nailed it. The mom was more willing to listen to me and what I wanted. I have 19 pictures proofed and ready to share with her,so far. I think I could end up with close to 30 proofs. I am so excited to share with her. Hopefully they'll be repeat clients.  These boys were so much fun. I hope to share after I get the released signed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114995337214385460?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114995337214385460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114995337214385460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114995337214385460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114995337214385460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-two-pb-shoots-this-week.html' title='I had two PB shoots this week.......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114978840047217060</id><published>2006-06-08T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:40:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does blogger suck or what?</title><content type='html'>I am not even going to bother write anything worthy. Blogger is pissin' me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had no idea my blog had olive green on it. I thought it was a biege color *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;I do not have olive green in my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114978840047217060?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114978840047217060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114978840047217060&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114978840047217060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114978840047217060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/does-blogger-suck-or-what.html' title='Does blogger suck or what?'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114965882874568413</id><published>2006-06-07T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:46:41.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday below, blogger is eating my posts</title><content type='html'>i have a few missing post and comments from an old post are under my WW post. what the heck? can anyone help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114965882874568413?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114965882874568413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114965882874568413&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114965882874568413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114965882874568413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/wordless-wednesday-below-blogger-is.html' title='Wordless Wednesday below, blogger is eating my posts'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114965606742978386</id><published>2006-06-07T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:43:09.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Meet my growth ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/162144538/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/61/162144538_0ff16b6224.jpg" width="437" height="500" alt="t and mom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=0/script&gt;6Jun2006"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114965606742978386?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114965606742978386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114965606742978386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114965606742978386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114965606742978386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114962967697811285</id><published>2006-06-06T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:35:06.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to freak out...</title><content type='html'>I have two clients scheduled for tomorrow. One at 10 AM and the other 6 PM.  The first is a newborn shoot and her big sister. The other is for two brothers, ages one and four.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanted and now that it's here I am doubting myself. &lt;br /&gt;I am worried about my kids. How am I going to balance this career and four kids. Will I have to find a babysitter to watch my children? I've always been the babysitter, never needed one.  I was hoping to work it around Mr. Fun's schedule but the holidays are a busy time in retail and photography.  &lt;br /&gt;Now if my mom or inlaws would get their act together and move out here this wouldn't be something to worry about. Though it may never be an issue, I may not succeed. So I tell  the voices in my head to shut up and worry about it *IF* it ever needs to be addressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems blogger is eating my old posts, not happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114962967697811285?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114962967697811285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114962967697811285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114962967697811285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114962967697811285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-to-freak-out.html' title='Time to freak out...'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114948430679457490</id><published>2006-06-04T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:34:19.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/160583892/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/76/160583892_89b372f0a9.jpg" width="382" height="500" alt="huckleberry tracks" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the kids out to the park........it was hot. How hot? ASS HOT!!! This was the temperture in the burb as we pulled up to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/160945616/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/160945616_d673fb7a65.jpg" width="500" height="254" alt="HOT!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we lasted about 30 minutes, it was a fun 30 minutes. The last five minutes was spent resting in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/160957169/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/76/160957169_90357c7607.jpg" width="500" height="240" alt="Huckleberries taking a break" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone want to come watch the street melt with us ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114948430679457490?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114948430679457490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114948430679457490&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114948430679457490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114948430679457490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/melting.html' title='Melting.......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114940128135356964</id><published>2006-06-03T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:08:01.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I figured out the first part.......</title><content type='html'>The second part still has me confused as hell. But I have an email out for help. &lt;br /&gt;Are you wondering what I am talking about?......I added a couple more pictures to my website. I am so excited. Next step....business cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114940128135356964?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114940128135356964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114940128135356964&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114940128135356964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114940128135356964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-figured-out-first-part.html' title='I figured out the first part.......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114918352681616325</id><published>2006-06-01T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:52:02.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;.&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/127840945_eef977311e_o.jpg" alt="TTmaroon" height="130" width="305" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~Summer has been busier then I thought it would be so far.&lt;br /&gt;2~I have a very serious Suns fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/157625272/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/157625272_3296e1cc34_m.jpg" width="198" height="240" alt="One serious Suns fan" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3~I have been in a workout funk lately. So Mr. Fun bought me some new workout clothes. He thought it would help. How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;4~I may have my first photo order from my first PB shoot. I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;5~I am fed up with the pimples,zits,volcano sized dots on my face.   &lt;br /&gt;6~I went to visit my friend in Tucson and took advantage of her three girls being willing to smile for the camera. I got some beautiful captures. &lt;br /&gt;7~That same friend is also very close to moving up here. I can't tell you how excited I am.     &lt;br /&gt;8~My hair started falling out again, its gross how much hair I lose in a day.&lt;br /&gt;9~We watched Wedding Crashers last night, I enjoyed it. I also rented In Her Shoes last week and enjoyed i. Wasn't as good as the book. But it never is.&lt;br /&gt;10~My PB shoot for tonight was rescheduled due to baby falling and having a bruise on his head. I could edit it out but told her I would perfer to reschedule and she agreeed. So now I get to go with Mr. Fun and the kids to pick our new seats for the Coyotes.&lt;br /&gt;11~My T key on the laptop does not work right. If I am missing any T's you'll have o deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;12~Someimes I wish I didn't have to feed my kids, it seems they do nothing but eat.&lt;br /&gt;13~My house is a mess, as always I can't keep up and it makes me grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=01Jun2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114918352681616325?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114918352681616325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114918352681616325&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114918352681616325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114918352681616325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/ttmaroon.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114909347022025079</id><published>2006-05-31T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:38:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/156988952/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/73/156988952_c95b4e991c.jpg" width="388" height="500" alt="Amyand lauren2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is of a friend and her 11 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=31May2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114909347022025079?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114909347022025079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114909347022025079&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114909347022025079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114909347022025079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/wordless-wednesday_31.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114897067900089484</id><published>2006-05-29T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:59:47.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our street gets better.......</title><content type='html'>Noticed new nieghbors moving in over the weekend. Last night while we were out playing the Grandparents drove by and told the kids to go say hello if they wanted. So our kids wandered down. Turns out theres two girls. JJ is so excited, shes no longer the only girl in her age range on this street. She was doing the happy dance. After meeting the girls, not so sure they'll mesh very well though. These girls are very much tom boys  and JJ is very much a girly girl. She does dance, they play softball. JJ prefers a dress, they don't wear dresses. I am happy there are more kids on the block for sure. Maybe it will chase the grumpy old people on ;-) Speaking of one grumpy old couple, this new family moved right across from them. They have a basketball hoop and I see the nieghborhood kids that this grumpy old couple tries very hard to avoid all down there playing lots of basketball.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i'm not old and grumpy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114897067900089484?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114897067900089484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114897067900089484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114897067900089484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114897067900089484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-street-gets-better.html' title='Our street gets better.......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114871378305252525</id><published>2006-05-27T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:12:07.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 2 3 FOUR!!!</title><content type='html'>My little monster is four years old today. He was once a quiet baby known as "Quiet Wyatt". Now he's a loud, in your face, stubborn kid. He is my biggest challenge in life. I struggle with him on a daily basis, he keeps me questioning my ablity to be a good parent. I pray for strength at night when he's had a bad day and I say thanks when he's had a good day. I love him more and more as the days go on........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/154023791/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/59/154023791_7f4f6da71c.jpg" width="500" height="252" alt="wyatt 4 yrs" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114871378305252525?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114871378305252525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114871378305252525&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114871378305252525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114871378305252525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/1-2-3-four.html' title='1 2 3 FOUR!!!'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114862342065154043</id><published>2006-05-26T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:59:25.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When their heart breaks your heart breaks</title><content type='html'>It started with two awards. One for straight A's and one for her kindness and helpfullness. Then came the award she was most proud of, the one she strived for. Her teacher says "only one student in my class received perfect attendance" I got my camera out, ready to shoot  and her teacher called a name that shocked us both. It wasn't hers. She looked back at me with tears in her eyes. I didn't know what to do, I just put my arms up. Her friend put her arm around her and I could tell my baby was sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ask the teacher, she got up immediately to check the list. Meanwhile I call JJ over to wipe the tears away and let her know it was going to be okay and that we know she didn't miss a day. By this time I was crying and hadn't noticed my two other children were in the girls restroom. I sent her back to her seat and rounded up the boys. We waited for what seemed like  a long time. Her teacher approached me with a list. It showed JJ missed .5 days in April. My blood started to boil. I couldn't believe that she didn't reach her goal for missing an hour and forty five minutes of school. So I went up to the office to confirm. Turns out if they leave school before 1:05 PM they get marked absent for half a day even if second attendance was already turned in. They take attendance twice a day and JJ told me she would not leave school before the second one went up to the office. I thought I arranged it perfectly. I picked her up at 12:45PM and made sure that second attendance was already at the office. She said it was and was willing to go. Had she known that she would get marked absent she would of went back to class because I didn't have to pick her up that early it was just more convenient for me. &lt;br /&gt;MAN, do I feel like crap????  If I would of waited twenty more minutes her heart wouldn't of broke. TWENTY more minutes of school was all she needed for perfect attendance. STUPID STUPID STUPID TWENTY times over.   &lt;br /&gt;Rewind a bit.... As I was waiting for Ms. snotty pants to look JJ up in the computer I looked down at the flyer put in every report card. It shows who was on Principles List and it has G's name instead of JJ's. I spoke up and said "Somebody screwed up, my sons name is on here instead of my daughters, hes in kindergarten" Ms. snotty pants apologized and said that it's too late to do anything now and offered to print up the list with JJ's name on it so she could have one for memories. I let her knowing that it would just get thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;Then it gets worse. Yes, it does. After picking G up we went over to get JJ and someone stole her camera. It was on the table along with 3-5 other cameras. She saw it when they returned from the awards cermony. So someone from her class took it from the time they got back to the time the bell rang, 10 minutes tops.I am disgusted that someone would do that. So JJ and I had a rollercoaster of a day. BUT we are okay, we know she received perfect attendance and whoever stole her camera will get what's coming to them. The churro helped too ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114862342065154043?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114862342065154043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114862342065154043&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114862342065154043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114862342065154043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-their-heart-breaks-your-heart.html' title='When their heart breaks your heart breaks'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114853273915084252</id><published>2006-05-25T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:53:28.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;.&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/127840945_eef977311e_o.jpg" alt="TTmaroon" height="130" width="305" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~That's not me in the picture below with T ;)  I am rarely in front of the camera. &lt;br /&gt;2~My favorite color is pink. Not for decorating though. I prefer earth tones for that.&lt;br /&gt;3~I don't drink milk very often but when I do I like it.&lt;br /&gt;4~Two of my boys now have mohawks. I think they look so freakin' cute.&lt;br /&gt;5~I have to go to Costco, Target and the PO today.&lt;br /&gt;6~My daughter is receiving 3 awards today at school. I am so proud of her. She has worked really hard this year.&lt;br /&gt;7~Been having really weird dreams lately. So weird they wake me up. &lt;br /&gt;8~I have watched the following movies since Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;~Terminal&lt;br /&gt;~Rumor Has It&lt;br /&gt;~TheFamily Stone&lt;br /&gt;~Monster In Law&lt;br /&gt;~History of Violence&lt;br /&gt;~Kicking and Screaming &lt;br /&gt;~March of the Peguins(put all four kids to sleep in the middle of the day)&lt;br /&gt;Thats more movies than I have watched in the last year. &lt;br /&gt;9~I grind my teeth in my sleep, gives me earaches.&lt;br /&gt;10~Today is the last day of school. Can I get a woot woot!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;11~Starting Saturday I will get the pleasure of experiencing age four for the third time. I am very excited. Hoping four is a better year for Wy and us.  &lt;br /&gt;12~Why oh why did I let those kids talk me into baking cookies for no reason other then to pig out on them?&lt;br /&gt;13~I don't like when shows/movies work backwards, bugs me fo some unknown reason.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt; Please only leave your link if you have your TT up, thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=24May2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114853273915084252?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114853273915084252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114853273915084252&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114853273915084252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114853273915084252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/ttmaroon_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114844431029365377</id><published>2006-05-24T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:18:45.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/152267218/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/152267218_f04872eb13.jpg" width="345" height="500" alt="T on slide with C" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=23May2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114844431029365377?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114844431029365377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114844431029365377&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114844431029365377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114844431029365377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/wordless-wednesday_24.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114827575135849666</id><published>2006-05-21T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:30:05.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I recieved a new lens for Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I am loving it. It took some getting used to,a little bit of a learning curve. I had major camera shake the first day.  Today I took some and I am loving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/150765597/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/150765597_5801237fe5.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Waking up" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/150946348/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/150946348_e92ede3f82.jpg" width="367" height="500" alt="T on railroad GR" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/150963991/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/150963991_2ab95fd61e.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="T at the RR park" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/150957909/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/150957909_755f9ad0e8.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="#1 chick magnet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/150946350/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/150946350_fba4713d8f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="T" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This lens just rocks.  It's the Canon 85 mm 1.8 for those wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114827575135849666?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114827575135849666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114827575135849666&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114827575135849666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114827575135849666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-recieved-new-lens-for-mothers-day.html' title='I recieved a new lens for Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114813812694468503</id><published>2006-05-20T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T08:15:27.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing chapters of your life</title><content type='html'>I realized yesterday that I have closed a chapter in my life. It was a long chapter, lasting almost 10 years. My youngest child is 16 months (tomorrow). No more bouncey seat,the exersaucer has been moved to the garage, the itty bitty clothes were mailed to a friend, the rattles and teethers are not thrown about the floor anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for the next chapter to progress, to watch my children grow and become their own persons.But this also means I am not getting any younger.  &lt;br /&gt;Our oldest is going to be 10 in July. Double digits people!!  When did that happen? We were young when she was born. Mr. Fun was only 20 years old for five  days on the day his first child was born.  I was 21. It's crazy to look back and think that over the past ten years we have added four children to our lives and now that chapter has closed. There will be no more adding to this family. It is complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next chapter,wonder what it holds for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114813812694468503?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114813812694468503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114813812694468503&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114813812694468503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114813812694468503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/closing-chapters-of-your-life.html' title='Closing chapters of your life'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114805594701384301</id><published>2006-05-19T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:25:47.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is...</title><content type='html'>I still have some things to do to it (if i can figure it out) but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;I want to first  thank &lt;a href="http://www.intricateart.com/blog/"&gt;Leanne&lt;/a&gt; for all she put into this project. She took my vision and made it a reality, amazing that she got it just as I visioned it.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Mr. Fun for giving that extra little push to take this jump. Theres no way I would be this far if he didn't pimp me out ;) &lt;br /&gt;Can't forget MOM!!  She bought me this amazing camera that has made my love for photography even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mdawsongallery.com/"&gt;M.Dawson Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't share my last PB shoot because they haven't signed the model release and are on vacation for a couple weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114805594701384301?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114805594701384301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114805594701384301&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114805594701384301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114805594701384301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is...'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114796453336009936</id><published>2006-05-18T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:04:13.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;.&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/127840945_eef977311e_o.jpg" alt="TTmaroon" height="130" width="305" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~Some guy whistled at me yesterday in the grocery store. Then as I was checking out he was behind me and proceeded to wink at me. It's been a LONG time since a stranger did such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;2~You know you go to starbucks too much when your 3 year old can order your somewhat complicated drink. &lt;br /&gt;3~I usually do TT late Wednesday night but we were at the ballgame and then had to watch Lost when we got home. Anyone else think the show is getting slightly hokey?&lt;br /&gt;4~I am a freak when it comes to my childrens clothes. I don't care if we aren't going anywhere but if we are they must match from their hat to their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;5~I am usually a very positive person, the glass is always half full. This month has been a test for me.&lt;br /&gt;6~Why the hell do I have pimples on my face, aren't the wrinkles enough? &lt;br /&gt;7~Every two weeks I go with my nieghbor to get our nails done and a pedicure. It's heaven.&lt;br /&gt;8~Only 6 more days of school, I am so anxious to get this year over with. Bring on the lazy days of summer.&lt;br /&gt;9~I ordered my 85 mm lens. I can't wait to get it. I can get a close up without being in the subjects face.&lt;br /&gt;10~I owe Leanne a huge Thank you and an apology in advanced for all the  questions I will be asking about my webpage. Yes thats right, its up and almost finished. I have to add more pictures and some other things.&lt;br /&gt;11~I have neglected my house because I am in a "tired of doing the same thing over and over every day" kind of mood. The sick kids don't help either.&lt;br /&gt;12~I have watched 3 movies in the past 4 days, that's more then in the past year for me.&lt;br /&gt;13~ My first  trip to San Diego without Mr. Fun has been canceled. Now what to do     that weekend???      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt; Please only leave your link if you have your TT up, thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=18May2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114796453336009936?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114796453336009936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114796453336009936&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114796453336009936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114796453336009936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/ttmaroon_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114789115672419517</id><published>2006-05-17T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:39:16.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/_MG_3420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/_MG_3420.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fun's Grandfather passed on this morning.............&lt;br /&gt;We love you Great Grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114789115672419517?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114789115672419517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114789115672419517&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114789115672419517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114789115672419517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/moment-of-silence.html' title='Moment of silence'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114783567331271618</id><published>2006-05-17T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:15:06.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/147951641_c89b322168.jpg" width="370" height="500" alt="Trenton" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=16May2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114783567331271618?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114783567331271618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114783567331271618&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114783567331271618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114783567331271618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/wordless-wednesday_17.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114780905934980334</id><published>2006-05-16T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:02:14.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darol James Davis  4/19/70-5/16/89  AKA DJ</title><content type='html'>1989  seems like a lifetime ago. So much has happened, so much has changed. Yet when the sixteenth of May  rolls around every year it  feels like it just happened. The pain is still there, just as strong as the day I said goodbye. My heart aches to hear my brothers voice, to see him playing with my children. Pretty sure he would spoil them rotten. Pretty sure he would think I was crazy for having four of them.&lt;br /&gt;My brothers death changed me forever. I used to believe things happen for a reason and it was God's plan. I don't think that anymore.  I was so pissed off at God for a very long time, years and years. Then I found a church again and started forgiving and believing once again. &lt;br /&gt;Now I am struggling again. My friend had to bury her second baby son in less then a years time. How can that be God's plan?  They say God will never give us more then we can handle. Not sure I believe that. I don't think God had anything to do with this. And if he did, he's a cruel individual. And I don't want to think that of him. How could this be his plan? The same thoughts  that I had seventeen years ago when my brother was taken from us are back......WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114780905934980334?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114780905934980334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114780905934980334&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114780905934980334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114780905934980334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/darol-james-davis-41970-51689-aka-dj.html' title='Darol James Davis  4/19/70-5/16/89  AKA DJ'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114773346044966132</id><published>2006-05-15T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:51:00.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing what a virus can do..</title><content type='html'>It can take this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/147190447_80425434a5.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Trenton running" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/147190446_6329059e34.jpg" width="500" height="286" alt="Trenton ball" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and slow it down to this for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/147190445_0f2a91b6ac.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Trenton sleeping" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114773346044966132?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114773346044966132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114773346044966132&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114773346044966132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114773346044966132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/amazing-what-virus-can-do.html' title='Amazing what a virus can do..'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114765956236135555</id><published>2006-05-14T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:25:15.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope all the mommies were  pampered and had a day to remember. &lt;br /&gt;Baby T is not feeling well. He seems to have some sort of tummy bug. So between him and doing my first PB shoot and celebrating I haven't had much blogging time.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/142381687_a8591575b0_o.jpg" width="320" height="143" alt="WWC" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;WONDER&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/_MG_3344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/_MG_3344.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Motherly&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/21/34425169_a0506be262.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00378" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114765956236135555?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114765956236135555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114765956236135555&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114765956236135555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114765956236135555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hope-all-mommies-were-pampered-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114747093476477372</id><published>2006-05-12T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:55:34.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive days</title><content type='html'>Feels good to feel productive. Doesn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and took some practice shots today for my shoot tomorrow. I had Mr. Fun and Wy wear white. PLEASE don't let them wear white, PLEASE!!  Whites get blown so easily in this hot bright Phoenix sun. &lt;br /&gt;I was feeling confident after the mini shoot this morning. Then I looked at the pictures and I am not so confident. They could have been better. So I am hoping the sun is my friend tomorrow. And please let this family of seven be fun. &lt;br /&gt;back to work...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/143259285_b8b5637e06.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Eating sand is hard work" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114747093476477372?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114747093476477372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114747093476477372&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114747093476477372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114747093476477372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/productive-days.html' title='Productive days'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114732254806854440</id><published>2006-05-11T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:42:33.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;.&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/127840945_eef977311e_o.jpg" alt="TTmaroon" height="130" width="305" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~I must apologize for the depressing posts this week. Life just sucks sometimes. It's beyond sucky. &lt;br /&gt;2~I belong to a message board. We have been together since 2001. We have had some bad times, some disagreements and we have managed to be adults and come out on top. &lt;br /&gt;3~I depend on these ladies, they are my life line,in bad times and in good.&lt;br /&gt;4~I have had the pleasure of meeting nine of these wonderful women in person. Three of them no longer post.&lt;br /&gt;5~I am proud of my online friends, I hide it from nobody. &lt;br /&gt;6~When referring to these women, I call them my friends.&lt;br /&gt;7~My new domain is coming along but not because I know what I am doing, that's for darn sure. &lt;br /&gt;8~Comatose by PJ is my favorite song right now. I am rocking out to it as I type. I thought it was World Wide Suicide by PJ but I changed my mind tonight.&lt;br /&gt;9~I witnessed an elderly lady fall off a treadmill and I had to hold back laughter.*does that make me a bad person?* She wasn't hurt at all just embarrassed. I would be too.&lt;br /&gt;10~ Only two more weeks of school, how excited am I?  SUPER DUPER excited. SHHH, don't tell the kids.&lt;br /&gt;11~ I have retaught myself how to use my camera on manual after the funk I was in.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't forget ever again. Though it came back pretty quick. &lt;br /&gt;12~Exposure and color are my biggest challenges.&lt;br /&gt;13~I think AI is stupid stupid stupid. It's not a talent contest, it's a "who has more friends and family willing to vote multiple times" contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=10May2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114732254806854440?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114732254806854440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114732254806854440&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114732254806854440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114732254806854440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/ttmaroon_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114723244522439510</id><published>2006-05-10T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:44:02.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>This is how I am feeling on the inside but I am not three so I can't express it on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/WyBlackandWhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/WyBlackandWhite.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=09May2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114723244522439510?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114723244522439510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114723244522439510&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114723244522439510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114723244522439510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/wordless-wednesday_10.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114711742233164474</id><published>2006-05-08T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:54:03.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble this Ramble that</title><content type='html'>I am an official cyberspace idoit. My head is in a fog today. I can't stop thinking about my friend.  I am wondering how she's going to cope. Why her AGAIN?  God is not that cruel, is he?  I keep hoping it's a cruel joke, someone hacked her blog, something, anything other then this being the truth. I had nightmares last night. It's been a long time since something affected me so deeply that I had nightmares. &lt;br /&gt;So back to the idiot that I am. I can't even follow simple directions to set up my server for my new website.  I am really hoping that it's my foggy head causing the idiot in me to shine awfully bright today. i also have a feeling that I may have done a no-no when trying to do what sounds like a simple copy/paste and click  job. Hopefully if I did screw up it's an easy fix screw up. Maybe if I bat my eyelashes at Mr. Fun he'll help me out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;**UPDATE** I did it! I screwed my head on right side up and centered!! I figured it out and once I did it was a very *DUUUHHH* moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my first non family, non friend shoot on Saturday at nine am. I am so sick about it. My nerves are a mess. Thinking about it leaves me queasy and wanting to back out. &lt;br /&gt;Please let the sun be my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114711742233164474?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114711742233164474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114711742233164474&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114711742233164474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114711742233164474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/ramble-this-ramble-that.html' title='Ramble this Ramble that'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114704915381543351</id><published>2006-05-07T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T17:47:34.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWC # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://oddmix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/142381687_a8591575b0_o.jpg" width="320" height="143" alt="WWC" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Challenge&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/142257313/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/142257313_11cbc0bac8.jpg" width="426" height="500" alt="_MG_7238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Reveal&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/142390263/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/142390263_24107eb874.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_5797" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Peace&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/141807402_edaa200200.jpg" width="500" height="304" alt="PeaceMochaT" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you play? If not check out &lt;a href="http://oddmix.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Odd Mix&lt;/a&gt; for detials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114704915381543351?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114704915381543351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114704915381543351&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114704915381543351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114704915381543351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/wwc-1.html' title='WWC # 1'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114702209999594785</id><published>2006-05-07T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:16:03.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so unfair.......</title><content type='html'>I have a friend that is hurting, hurting more than I can imagine. More than life should allow. Why does God let these things happen? Why must one family endure so much pain in such a short time.  I want to reach out to her, I want to take her pain away.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder why I am so blessed, why do I deserve four healthy children? Why must others suffer from such pain? &lt;br /&gt;I am heart broken, my heart aches so badly for her. I want to hug her and make the pain go away. I want to make it right for her and her family. I know I can't but man what I would give to make this right. To rewind time and erase the pain that she has had to endure.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is pray for her, her husband and little boy that was robbed of being a big brother to two little brothers in less than a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114702209999594785?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114702209999594785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114702209999594785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114702209999594785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114702209999594785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-so-unfair.html' title='Life is so unfair.......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114698005690848213</id><published>2006-05-06T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:34:17.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The talk........</title><content type='html'>My  daughter brought home a permission slip home for that class we all giggled through and said *EWWWWWW* when it was all said and done.  I felt I should talk to her about it before the class so it wouldn't have such an *ewwwww* factor coming from the school nurse. So I signed the paper, made a mental (should always write things  down) note of the day and gave it back to her. &lt;br /&gt;Friday I asked her when it was and she informed me that she had already had the class.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? I just failed as mom right there in middle of the toy department at Target. I decided theres no time like the present. I asked her if she had any question. She didn't. So  asked her if he understood what a period was and what to do when she gets  her first. I was lookig really calm and we were having a great conversation but let me tell you, I was a mess on the inside. Not because it's hard to talk about or I don't want her to know the details. I was freaking out because my first born baby is old enough for this talk. Time has flown by me.  Shes blossoming into a very well mannered beautiful young lady. Right before my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;After all was said and done I thought, hmmmm, wonder if she will always think her mom is a freak because we had the talk at Target in the toy department???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114698005690848213?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114698005690848213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114698005690848213&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114698005690848213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114698005690848213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/talk.html' title='The talk........'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114686457721458701</id><published>2006-05-05T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:29:37.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am in shock!  I went and bought my own domain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this me make me one of the cool kids now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114686457721458701?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114686457721458701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114686457721458701&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114686457721458701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114686457721458701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!!!!'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114671804204452864</id><published>2006-05-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:47:42.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;.&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/127840945_eef977311e_o.jpg" alt="TTmaroon" height="130" width="305" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~I had a bad day cleaning yesterday. I had just mopped the floor and spilled the dirty water all over my kitchen. I mean all over the fridge, the stove, the cabinets the coffee maker. Even got it in my eyes and mouth. Then as I was  cleaning that mess up Mr. Fun found a trap door on the new vacuum canister and all the dirt I vacuumed up over the last week was all over my clean kitchen floor. Yes, we laughed or I would of cried.&lt;br /&gt;2~I only enjoy cleaning when I'm in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;3~I never did get to the bathrooms,so thats where you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;4~I don't like waiting on people and thats what I'll be doing between 8-12 today. The Direct TV guy has to come out AGAIN!! It's getting very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;5~I have tried and tried to design a watermark for my photos and I can't do it, I suck. So I thought I would just put text on them and emboss the text but i can't get the text as big as I want it. I'm frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;6~I have a cut on my bottom lip because it was dry and I picked it. I also pick at my kids ears and noses. I know gross but I love to pick.&lt;br /&gt;7~Only 3 more weeks of school once this week is over , this excites me to no end. My countdown is on.&lt;br /&gt;8~All I want for Mothers Day is the 85 mm 1.8 lens and a portable backdrop stand.&lt;br /&gt;9~I can't stand clutter, drives me crazy.We are decluttering our bedroom, Mr. Fun took down the desk and now to find a place for everything that was on it. I am hoping to finish the room by end of weekend.&lt;br /&gt;10~I need a kick in the patootie to get my own domain so I can set up an awesome place to showcase my photos. But I am afraid that may take someone actually just doing it and saying"okay,here is your URL and you owe me $$" LOL!      &lt;br /&gt;11~This weeks 13 is hard for me to get through and I am so sorry to bore you all.&lt;br /&gt;12~I still can't decide on what to call myself in PhotoLand, that also adds to the frustration of #5. &lt;br /&gt;13~If you have any suggestions on a name for my photography, I would love to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;I have ABA IMAGES as of now but the more I see it the less I like it. So I am looking for any suggestion, PLEASE! don't make me beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=TT2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114671804204452864?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114671804204452864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114671804204452864&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114671804204452864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114671804204452864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/ttmaroon.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114663879043806401</id><published>2006-05-03T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:46:35.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/137778071_3d05f60412.jpg" width="500" height="370" alt="Wy kissing daddy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=Wordless3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114663879043806401?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114663879043806401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114663879043806401&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114663879043806401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114663879043806401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114663855500103286</id><published>2006-05-02T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:51:07.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration has set in and fear  has said hello.</title><content type='html'>My lovely husband,most of you know him as Mr. Fun, has had his co-workers asking about my pictures. They want me to take photos of them. Yes, you heard that right. With this news comes fear. I have taken pictures for friends and a gazilion pictures of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready for strangers? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;I was in a funk for about a month. Now I have the itch to photograph every little moment. So I have been practicing manual and then comes time to edit and thats when the frustration comes. My color is always off, ALWAYS! I have to edit and edit some more to get it almost right. Well, my friends, almost doesn't count in photography. &lt;br /&gt;Then comes the issue that my screen isn't calibrated and it's a laptop. Heard you can't calibrate laptops. PLEASE correct me if i'm wrong. Go ahead, i'll be reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door is opening up and behind it is my dream job. Part of me feels giddy, the other part wants to slam it shut,lock it and put the key away for later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114663855500103286?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114663855500103286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114663855500103286&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114663855500103286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114663855500103286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/frustration-has-set-in-and-fear-has.html' title='Frustration has set in and fear  has said hello.'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114653817718636775</id><published>2006-05-01T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:54:37.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It  was a  "Monday"</title><content type='html'>Started off with a doctor's appointment for T that I was almost late for. He recieved one vaccination. Since he has been walking they give the shot to him in his arm. Today was different. The nurse did it in the leg. I didn't think much of it untill he woke from his nap. He wasn't to active and after about thirty minutes he coldn't walk. He would try to get up and cry out holding his leg. So we sat on the couch together all afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;Poor little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/138727715_9423ded388.jpg" width="500" height="366" alt="Wy chillin because his leg hurts too bad to walk :(" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping tomorrow his leg feels better. I did take advantage of him not being able to stand and took some pictures of him. I know, what a mean mom to make the little guy sit for pictures while he's in pain. I couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/138745122_ec599213dc.jpg" width="423" height="500" alt="tighter crop" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Could you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114653817718636775?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114653817718636775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114653817718636775&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114653817718636775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114653817718636775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-monday.html' title='It  was a  &quot;Monday&quot;'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114645142014268687</id><published>2006-04-30T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:43:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix Ice Cream with Skittles  and you get ......</title><content type='html'>Ice Cream flavored Skittles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/137933617_86ed4f6e27.jpg" width="500" height="244" alt="yummy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY HELL!!  I think I overdosed on these yummy little suckers. The caramel is my favorite. The caramel and chocolate is my favorite combination. If you like skittles and you love ice cream run on out and get yourself some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114645142014268687?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114645142014268687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114645142014268687&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114645142014268687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114645142014268687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/mix-ice-cream-with-skittles-and-you.html' title='Mix Ice Cream with Skittles  and you get ......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114633101609458460</id><published>2006-04-29T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:27:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is wrong with these people??</title><content type='html'>*picking jaw up off the floor, talking a shot of whiskey*(but not really it's 10am,lol)  I am all hyped up by this and I am second guessing myself posting this and giving this evil more attention. But here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was over at the &lt;a href="http://themartintimes.com/archives/490"&gt;The Martin Times &lt;/a&gt; and ran accross a post about this  &lt;a href="http://media.spikedhumor.com/24864/insane_woman_on_fox_news.wmv"&gt;Sick,demented,sick,disgusting Woman. &lt;/a&gt; It takes a while to load but I encourage you to take the time to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;How do these people sleep at night? How do they look in the mirror  and feel good about themselves? The church is a Baptist Church that's not related to mainstream Baptist, it has *almost* a hundred members and 80% of those members are related. The thought of this cult(yes, I say cult because its not a church,thats a disguise)   growing scares the hell out of me. It makes me aware of the evil in this world and the fact that it comes in all forms. &lt;br /&gt;I feel sadness and pain for these families that are trying to grieve and say goodbye  to their loved ones. Then have to deal with protesters that have no business doing what they are doing. Yes, it's a free country, it is their right but then again........ What I also would like to know... what are they getting out of this? What do they hope to accomplish by doing this?  Are they hoping to recruit some of these families by protesting outside these funerals?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114633101609458460?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114633101609458460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114633101609458460&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114633101609458460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114633101609458460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-hell-is-wrong-with-these-people.html' title='What the hell is wrong with these people??'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114628022049645021</id><published>2006-04-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:10:37.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And this was after I washed his hair ......</title><content type='html'>Sand meet T's head, T's head meet sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/136678855_5adfbfd9a2.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="oi vey" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114628022049645021?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114628022049645021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114628022049645021&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114628022049645021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114628022049645021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-this-was-after-i-washed-his-hair.html' title='And this was after I washed his hair ......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114610818982160868</id><published>2006-04-27T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:45:05.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;.&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/127840945_eef977311e_o.jpg" alt="TTmaroon" height="130" width="305" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~I have over 7000 songs on my ipod, 7087 to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;2~Tim Mcgraw, Alice In Chains, Kenny Chesney, Pearl Jam, NIN, Toby Kieth, LIVE, Gary Allen, Jack Johnson, LL Cool J, Cake and Faith Hill are some of my favorite artist among the mix.&lt;br /&gt;3~I could do without AC/DC, Motley Crew, 2pac, Nickle Creek, Scorpians and Phil Collins being on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;4~I didn't start liking country music untill my senior year in highschool, which was 1991-1992.&lt;br /&gt;5~I do not sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;6~I love to listen to music really loud in the car and miss being able to do it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;7~I grew up listening to Casey Kasem every Sunday while we cleaned the house.&lt;br /&gt;8~Garth Brooks was the first country singer I liked and now I don't care for him.&lt;br /&gt;9~I already have tickets for Kenny Chesney and Tim&amp;Faith this summer. Hoping to see Gary Allen as well.&lt;br /&gt;10~I do not watch any music award shows. I used to but now.....who cares.&lt;br /&gt;11~I used to watch CMT a lot but now I perfer to listen to itunes.&lt;br /&gt;12~I think music can heal the soul.  &lt;br /&gt;13~I wish I was going to Boston with Mr. Fun to see Pearl Jam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=TT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114610818982160868?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114610818982160868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114610818982160868&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114610818982160868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114610818982160868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/ttmaroon.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114602728679703484</id><published>2006-04-26T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:04:39.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/135207383/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/135207383_a0a3034658.jpg" width="341" height="500" alt="_MG_3296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=wordless2"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114602728679703484?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114602728679703484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114602728679703484&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114602728679703484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114602728679703484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/wordless-wednesday_26.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114591339018667621</id><published>2006-04-24T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:20:54.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that's stupid</title><content type='html'>*I can't get info about our gym for a friend, they want me to bring her in as a guest first.&lt;br /&gt;*Henry's is out of paper bags&lt;br /&gt;*Costco stopped making the half ceaser salad and half turkey sandwich. They replaced it with some other sandwich and gross looking salad.&lt;br /&gt;*Wearing socks with flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;*Calling the cops on your 7 adult nieghbors and their 8 kids. (I'll elaborate someday) &lt;br /&gt;*Laundry, yes, laundry. It's just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;*Go Diego, GO&lt;br /&gt;*Assuming I don't have children just because I never take them to the gym with me.&lt;br /&gt;*And then not believing me and calling me a liar after I answer that I have four children.&lt;br /&gt;*American Idol&lt;br /&gt;*Trying to keep my house clean on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;*Forgetting I had a doctors appointment today untill it was thirty minutes after my scheduled time.&lt;br /&gt;*Walmart&lt;br /&gt;*Leaving a can of soda in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;*Colored mascara&lt;br /&gt;*Xbox&lt;br /&gt;*Half off Easter candy&lt;br /&gt;*Tivo not recording shows because our HD channels are out.&lt;br /&gt;*Taking your shoes off to walk on the treadmill&lt;br /&gt;*T not wanting to nap at a decent hour.&lt;br /&gt;*Thinking it's a black and white world.&lt;br /&gt;*That's so Raven and all other brain rot shows on Disney.   &lt;br /&gt;*Theres still 5 weeks of school left. (is it summer yet?)&lt;br /&gt;*It's already 2 pm  and I am struggling to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;*Meet the Parents&lt;br /&gt;*PJ not coming to Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;*Being too lazy to write a real blog entry because you watched too many brain rot shows yesterday with your nine year old.(but in her defense and mine...we did watch  Who wants to be a millioniare and Kids Jeopardy before the brain rot shows)&lt;br /&gt;*Our front door not unlocking without a fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114591339018667621?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114591339018667621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114591339018667621&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114591339018667621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114591339018667621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-thats-stupid.html' title='Well, that&apos;s stupid'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114583104441463912</id><published>2006-04-23T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:24:04.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a big world out there......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/133749068/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/133749068_f17d3b6221.jpg" width="500" height="458" alt="IMG_6685" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found myself seeing the world through his eyes. It's amazing and sad how the little things lose their wonder as you age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114583104441463912?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114583104441463912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114583104441463912&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114583104441463912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114583104441463912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-big-world-out-there.html' title='It&apos;s a big world out there......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114565618714737586</id><published>2006-04-21T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:53:16.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIAMI (Reuters) - A 76-year-old man claiming to be a doctor went door-to-door in a Florida neighborhood offering free breast exams, and was charged with sexually assaulting two women who accepted the offer, police said on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laughing so freaking hard here. Seriously?  A man comes to do your door and claims hes a doctor doing free breast exams and you let him in? Some stupid stupid  people in this world. Well, okay two stupid stupid people in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One woman became suspicious after the man asked her to remove all her clothes and began conducting a purported genital exam without donning rubber gloves, investigators said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, he got this far before one became suspicious. Are you freaking kidding me? Don't you think the removing of all your clothes would be the first flag ?Oh no wait, the man knocking on your door saying hes a doctor doing a free breast exam should of been enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN!!! Doctors don't do house calls anymore and if they did it wouldn't be for a free breast exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114565618714737586?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114565618714737586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114565618714737586&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114565618714737586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114565618714737586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/miami-reuters-76-year-old-man-claiming.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114563469222065257</id><published>2006-04-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:51:32.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving your children for who and what they are isn't always easy</title><content type='html'>Last night I opted to stay home with T. I wasn't up to going to the ballgame. So Mr. Fun took the three older kids and invited his best friend and his daughter to go. Didn't want my ticket going to waste. They got home around 9PM and Wy was being Wy *sigh*. Lately I feel that I have lost my control on him. He doesn't listen, he's stubborn, he screams untill hes just about to throw up and nothing I do or say will stop him before he gets to that point.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly how to parent this child. I find something that seems to be working and a couple weeks in he decides that so said punishment doesn't phase him.  The only thing that seems to work is takig XBOX away. Well, thats not fair to his brother who only gets to play it on weekends,anyhow. Taking away his toys seems to work but again his toys are his brothers toys. So I am punishing G when G hasn't done anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So back to last night. I guess he wasn't a very good listener at the game and it continued when he got home.I did not give in but that doesn't make a difference, he's still going to be a challenge. Already this morning I had to walk away from him . I really want to turn and scream right back at him but what good will that do? Might make me feel better untill the guilt sets in for being a freakin moronic mom.So I walk away but that doesn't help the situation either because he follows me screaming louder.&lt;br /&gt;My other children can take no for the final answer. My other children will do what they are told. They aren't always happy about it and they may fold their arms and pout but  thats okay. I can handle their reactions. Wy's reaction is always over the top. Always full drama.&lt;br /&gt;Heres a list of the daily struggles I have with him&lt;br /&gt;~getting dressed&lt;br /&gt;~putting shoes on&lt;br /&gt;~eating breakfast&lt;br /&gt;~going to the bathroom without me in their with him&lt;br /&gt;~not drinking 5 glasses of milk a day (2 is plenty then he needs to drink water)&lt;br /&gt;~picking up his toys or crayons and coloring books&lt;br /&gt;~eating lunch&lt;br /&gt;~going anywhere but school&lt;br /&gt;~eating lunch&lt;br /&gt;~getting out of the bath&lt;br /&gt;~putting a pull up on or going to the bathroom before bed (he has his choice and chooses to do niether)&lt;br /&gt;~and anything else I ask or tell him to do. Any request is followed with a whiney "I don't want to"&lt;br /&gt;So I am exhausted and I have a feeling of desperation. His preschool teachers and all the moms that volunteer say he's so well behaved and the sweetest boy ever. This I am thankful for. But it is so embarrassing when he acts out in public and I have to drag his screaming self out of a store while trying not to drop T. Luckily this doesn't happen often  but it  happens.&lt;br /&gt;When  we are having a really bad day I feel like I am the wicked witch of the east and someone just poured water  on me........I'm melting.........I don't want to fight with him all the time.........I just want him to  take  what I say as the final  answer  and move on..........I want to enjoy  his childhood.........I don't want to dread  him.............I love him for who he is  but  I want to enjoy him ...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114563469222065257?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114563469222065257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114563469222065257&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114563469222065257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114563469222065257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/loving-your-children-for-who-and-what.html' title='Loving your children for who and what they are isn&apos;t always easy'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114554743078635377</id><published>2006-04-20T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:33:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/127840945/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/127840945_eef977311e_o.jpg" width="305" height="130" alt="TTmaroon" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #ffffff;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~It seems I have relapsed. Not feeling good at all.&lt;br /&gt;2~We have another baseball game to attend tonight. Not sure I am up for the task.&lt;br /&gt;3~I know I don't feel well when I get Starbucks and don't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/131904054/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/131904054_746e9e8981_m.jpg" width="146" height="240" alt="IMG_6631" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4~It's sunscreen weather now and you will find these in my bag, in the burb,in the house,in the garage. I always have to have them handy. Gotta get those kids lathered up when you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/131904053/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/131904053_1a78062a60_m.jpg" width="184" height="240" alt="IMG_6635" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5~My first ever Thursday THirteen was back on September 1st, It was only the 4th one.&lt;br /&gt;And I received only one comment.&lt;a href="http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/13-super-sweet-morsels-about-mrs.html"&gt;My 1st Thursday 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6~I am afraid of heights.&lt;br /&gt;7~I recieved flowers yesterday from Mr. Fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/131904052/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/131904052_113de21407_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="IMG_6636" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8~I am so excited for summer this year. I am hoping to get a chance to hang at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;9~These are not as good as the patties, I will not be buying them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/131908959/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/131908959_c89db6dc12_m.jpg" width="177" height="240" alt="IMG_6284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10~I am VERY excited that my FAVORITE cousin will be coming to visit us next week. &lt;br /&gt;11~I am super excited for my friend &lt;a href="http://tllatour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy.&lt;/a&gt;  She gets to see Kenny tonight and I know she is going to have such a great time. &lt;br /&gt;12~I am playing fecth with T so that I can get this done without him pressing the keys.&lt;br /&gt;13~I wore my Gary Allen shirt yeasterday. This is worthy of the TT because I haven't been able to wear it since the summer of 2004. I am only 2lbs away from my first goal.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=Thursday"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things.Please only link if you are participating in the TT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114554743078635377?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114554743078635377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114554743078635377&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114554743078635377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114554743078635377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/thirteen-things-about-mrs_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114547684349102509</id><published>2006-04-19T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T13:07:52.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_6618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/IMG_6618.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=wordless"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114547684349102509?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114547684349102509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114547684349102509&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114547684349102509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114547684349102509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114542886437334401</id><published>2006-04-18T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:41:04.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the feel good train, all aboard..........</title><content type='html'>I am feeling much better. Thanks for all the well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the pleasure of attending a baseball game tonight. It was a lot of fun despite our team losing. And if you can believe it we didn't get one comment about the number of children we have. I believe we need to mark this night down in the history books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T has learned to turn his back on me when I have the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/131215661/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/131215661_0ba54dd869.jpg" width="347" height="500" alt="IMG_6575" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still makes for a cute photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three older ones wanted "face" painting but not on their face. WEIRDOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/131215662/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/131215662_49833e6780.jpg" width="500" height="416" alt="IMG_6595" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fun and JJ keeping score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/131215663/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/131215663_3aed1b1406.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_6626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that my girl is a girly girl yet loves sports.  &lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a pet peeve to rant about, however.&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to be in the left lane, also known as the passing/fast lane, then pass somebody  or drive fast. And if there's a big ass vehicle on your ass take that as a hint to get the hell out of my way!!!! Learn to drive before you get behind the wheel,dickweed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114542886437334401?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114542886437334401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114542886437334401&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114542886437334401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114542886437334401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-feel-good-train-all-aboard.html' title='It&apos;s the feel good train, all aboard..........'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114531269630559682</id><published>2006-04-17T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:24:56.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All aboard the "feel like crap" train.</title><content type='html'>First stop~ Headache city&lt;br /&gt;Second stop~ Nauseous town&lt;br /&gt;Third stop~ Feverville, complete with chills and body aches&lt;br /&gt;Fourth stop~ backache,drymouth, tummy ache and pure exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;Fifth stop includes saltines and diet sprite&lt;br /&gt;CHUG A CHUG CHOO CHOO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114531269630559682?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114531269630559682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114531269630559682&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114531269630559682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114531269630559682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-aboard-feel-like-crap-train.html' title='All aboard the &quot;feel like crap&quot; train.'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114508415669380766</id><published>2006-04-15T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:55:56.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The unbeaten  path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/128739446/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/1/128739446_a574522e1d.jpg" width="500" height="303" alt="T makes his own path" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to stray from what you know. What you find could change your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114508415669380766?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114508415669380766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114508415669380766&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114508415669380766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114508415669380766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/unbeaten-path.html' title='The unbeaten  path'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114503209927501979</id><published>2006-04-14T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:46:34.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio Friday~ My working hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/119018360/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/119018360_9e44c60a80.jpg" width="500" height="393" alt="IMG_6254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working to not forget the memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MrsFun&amp;postid=studiofriday"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114503209927501979?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114503209927501979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114503209927501979&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114503209927501979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114503209927501979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/studio-friday-my-working-hands.html' title='Studio Friday~ My working hands'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114499804240084237</id><published>2006-04-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:06:39.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last home game.......what a blast......</title><content type='html'>To the dude behind me that wanted the Kings to win and said "NICE" about a half a million times. IN YOUR FACE! We kicked your ass. So take your "NICE" and shove it.&lt;br /&gt;To the guy in front of us that kept commenting on the set of lungs my children have....well, we are at a hockey game and we are up 3-0. What do you expect them to do sit in their seats and be quiet, watch the game from home.&lt;br /&gt;To the guy that took a picture of my cute little T in his Yotes Jersey, ASK before you do so......&lt;br /&gt;Now to my sweet sweet funny as all get out little man T, PLEASE wait untill your mom is finished relieving her over full bladder before crawling under and out the bathroom stall. I tried to catch you by the foot but I couldn't do so without fear of peeing all over myself. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the lady that stopped T by standing in the way of the open doorway.&lt;br /&gt;G, please don't be such a grump when you wake up.....its a trait you got from your dad that you could stand to lose. And way to haul butt when that puck got away from you. &lt;br /&gt;Wy, way to howl boy, you rock. You may drive me crazy most days but you sure know how to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;JJ, I never thought I would have a little girl that enjoyed taking score at a hockey game. It was a pleasure to watch you writing down each goal and penalty.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fun, thanks for buying season tickets, can't wait to do it again next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the baseball games begin..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114499804240084237?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114499804240084237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114499804240084237&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114499804240084237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114499804240084237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-home-gamewhat-blast.html' title='Last home game.......what a blast......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114491794553590647</id><published>2006-04-13T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:35:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/127840945/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/127840945_eef977311e_o.jpg" width="305" height="130" alt="TTmaroon" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~ Its 1:27 AM on Thursday and I awake b/c a certian 14 month old is awake. He seems to think its 6:27 Am on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;2~I am afraid of moths. I scream like a school girl when I see one.&lt;br /&gt;3~I have killed a spider with my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;4~I am still going to the gym everyday my schedules permits (5-6 days a week)&lt;br /&gt;5~Mr. Fun asked if I was going back to work after the kids are in school fulltime, thinking not.&lt;br /&gt;6~Hopefully by then I can make a business out of photography.&lt;br /&gt;7~But I still have a loooooooonnnnnnggggg way to go before that can happen.&lt;br /&gt;8~Today we are back on the "we will add on to the house instead of moving" plan.&lt;br /&gt;9~I am loving the new show "Big Love" LOVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;10~Thursdays are really busy days for me, I miss doing TT weekly. &lt;br /&gt;11~I was deblogged rolled from the TT blogroll, so sad. But whatcha gonna do? So I took the TT blogroll off. Maybe i'll put it back up for the heck of it. And if I was cool I would figure out how to do the automatic link thingy. Now thats cool.&lt;br /&gt;12~That certian 14 month old from #1 is starting to fade, I may get some sleep afterall.&lt;br /&gt;13~I am curiously hungry now.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wystful1.blogspot.com/"&gt;1~wystful1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chaotichome.blogspot.com/"&gt;2~momma m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tllatour.blogspot.com/"&gt;3~Tracy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boringsonya.blogspot.com/"&gt;4~Sonya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lathemlunacy.blogspot.com/"&gt;5~Jane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/"&gt;6~TNchick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/"&gt;7~Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandmastreasures.blogspot.com/"&gt;8~Susan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohjoyohraptureabrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;9~Surrender Dorothy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahumbleheart.org/blog/"&gt;10~Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://take2max.com/blog/?p=527"&gt;11~Write From Karen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://three-part-harmony.com/heartsongs/"&gt;12~Karin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kbphilosophy.blogspot.com/"&gt;13~Karen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you next to be linked?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. 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He asked for milk today by signing. I was so happy to add another sign to the list. Others include eat, more and bird. &lt;br /&gt;Bird is his favorite. He sits in his highchair and signs bird. See we have what I call the "mating wall" outside our kitchen window. Birds are mating on that wall every damn day. I noticed that the bird sign is also used when he sees a dog, a cat, a horse, a cow and about any other animal for that matter. So I am working on the correct signs with him. Tonight we saw a cat, so I did the kitty sign. He looked at me, shook his head NO and did the bird sign. &lt;br /&gt;So if its an animal its a bird to him. Its all good, I am just happy that he has decided to sign. My other boys were using sign lanuage alot more at this age. I really thought the art of sign language was lost with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/127324688/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/127324688_12b968c0d3.jpg" width="481" height="500" alt="IMG_6300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's getting it. Thank goodness, theres nothing worse than a frustrated toddler trying to communicate and a frustrated mommy that doesn't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114481963075744029?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114481963075744029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114481963075744029&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114481963075744029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114481963075744029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-thought-art-of-sign-language-was.html' title='I thought the art of sign language was lost....'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114463857843200052</id><published>2006-04-09T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:12:38.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less IS more</title><content type='html'>I am not a whiz in the kitchen, its no secret.  Tonight the kids wanted wafflesticks for dinner. Thats fine by me. So I made wafflesticks. But not without mishaps. I do this everytime *dumbass* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, remember last time it overflowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/126121318/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/126121318_e37acb51b3.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_6438" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i do now that it's doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second try was better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/126121319/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/126121319_7554300c27.jpg" width="500" height="244" alt="IMG_6439" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And three times a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/126121320/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/126121320_ea7506ac08.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_6440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind the dust on the top of it, just shows you why I forgot about it overflowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next time I make wafflesticks (3 months from now) I will remember to not put so much in.&lt;br /&gt;Don't they look yummy?  They are Pecan Pumpkin Spice *yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/126121321/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/126121321_dbd465c082.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_6442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the *yum* verdict is still out with the little  one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/126121323/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/126121323_1947e1db34.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_6443" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114463857843200052?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114463857843200052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114463857843200052&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114463857843200052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114463857843200052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/less-is-more.html' title='Less IS more'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114456467365848152</id><published>2006-04-08T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:37:53.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to laugh at this one, its pretty much right on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEDEDE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fierce Femme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F4F4F4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdaringareyouquiz/fierce-femme.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a wild side, and you aren't afraid to bring it out when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know when to hang back and keep your "crazy chick" persona in check.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, some of your friends may be surprised to find out how far you can take it...&lt;br /&gt;You may look mild mannered, but it's all an act!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/"&gt;How Daring Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then theres this one........laugh my ass off....oh I wish this one was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Low Rise Jeans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatstyleofjeansareyouquiz/low-rise-jeans.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both sexy and casual - the type of girl who looks hot without really trying.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to spark imagination, only showing a peek of your skin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatstyleofjeansareyouquiz/"&gt;What Style of Jeans Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114456467365848152?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114456467365848152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114456467365848152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114456467365848152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114456467365848152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-had-to-laugh-at-this-one-its-pretty.html' title='I had to laugh at this one, its pretty much right on.'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114450680083021270</id><published>2006-04-08T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T07:35:35.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to go put my kids to bed.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_6437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/IMG_6437.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a windy night as I was getting the boys ready for bed. I heard a *thunk*  and I knew it was our recycle bin that went *thunk*.  So  Mr. Fun and I  went out to  pick it up and noticed my nieghbors down the street  had also  went *thunk*  and  her  recycables  were  blown  everywhere.  After helping Mr. Fun pick ours up I ran down to tell her. After I helped her we chatted a bit but I then realized I   didn't want to miss saying goodnight to the boys. As I was running home I felt a sense of pride. I was happy to say goodbye to adult conversation and replace it with the usual bedtime battles. You know the kind............&lt;br /&gt;"I want some milk(as we ignore this request), JUICE, (still ignoring) can I please have some water" (getting up to get some water).&lt;br /&gt;"MOM, will you please  cover me up?"&lt;br /&gt;"MOM, I can't find brownie"&lt;br /&gt;"DAD, can we play xbox  in the morning"(because they know mom will say NO!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;"MOM,do I have school tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;"MOM, I'm hot"&lt;br /&gt;"MOM, I LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;This gig isn't so bad  after  all...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114450680083021270?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114450680083021270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114450680083021270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114450680083021270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114450680083021270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-to-go-put-my-kids-to-bed.html' title='I have to go put my kids to bed.....'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114442896315971946</id><published>2006-04-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:56:03.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know what you will find hiding in this house.</title><content type='html'>Everyday is an adventure. The other day it was star wars figures and one poor injured army man in the wipe box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/124738666/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="surprise in the wipes" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/124738666_7cc36f6d1b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of army men, you can never have too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/124741109/"&gt;&lt;img height="368" alt="army men" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/124741109_7a22f1e1b8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look close, no bucket of army men is complete without a star wars character in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;Can you name that star wars character?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114442896315971946?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114442896315971946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114442896315971946&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114442896315971946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114442896315971946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-never-know-what-you-will-find.html' title='You never know what you will find hiding in this house.'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114418507316725086</id><published>2006-04-04T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:16:18.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something annoying to adults is fascinating for a toddler</title><content type='html'>Meet my annoyance.  Leaking hoses can get on my nerves. Today with camera in hand made it annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_6305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/320/IMG_6305.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet his fascination. Leaky hoses are minutes of fun for this toddler. He would touch the water untill his arm was wet from wrist to elbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_6306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/320/IMG_6306.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things they do that keep life in perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114418507316725086?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114418507316725086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114418507316725086&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114418507316725086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114418507316725086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-annoying-to-adults-is.html' title='Something annoying to adults is fascinating for a toddler'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114409888270576556</id><published>2006-04-03T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:14:42.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have four kids</title><content type='html'>OH my hell, I have FOUR kids. Lately I have been freaking out a little bit about the number of children I have. Why now?   Not sure. Maybe because they are growing up and becoming their own persons with their one little opinions and their own little attitudes. What  are they going to be like as teenagers? I wonder if they are going to be good kids or am I and the principle going to be on a first name basis?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why now of all times I started to think about this. But I have and I plan to quit as soon as I write it all out. &lt;br /&gt;While in Vegas I noticed a lot of families. I however did not notice a single family of six. Three kids was the max number of children I noticed. So why is that? Is three really that much easier than four? I can see stopping at two, that was my plan. And after three I was also done because I really only wanted two. But some higher power thought four was the magic number for us. So far it's been fun. They keep us busy but it's a good busy.  But whats  going to happen when I have four kids in activities and two or more need to be at two different places at the same time. I know I shouldn't even be thinking about this and it's so far in the future it's pointless to stress. So I am wiping my  hands of this subject. If others can do six plus children, I can do four. Can't I?   &lt;br /&gt;And on that note, self doubt is a powerful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_1293.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/IMG_1293.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114409888270576556?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114409888270576556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114409888270576556&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114409888270576556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114409888270576556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-four-kids.html' title='I have four kids'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114399107562091309</id><published>2006-04-02T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T08:34:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That might have been too much fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/100_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/100_0102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our room was amazing. If you ever stay at the Bellagio, a room with a view of the fountians is a must.It was so cool. If you like chinese food then a meal at Chin Chin's inside New York New York is also a must. Then theres the show Buck Wild at the Sahara.If you like Country music you would love this show if you don't then don't bother. I gotta say that I was laughing so hard I had tears rolling down my cheeks and my stomach hurt. We had front row and Mr. Fun had the pleasure of being flirted with. One of the dancers came out and put her hat on his head. He was told to go up on stage but he didn't. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't take many pictures, too busy enjoying myself to think about the camera. But I gotta say if I had had my SLR I would of taken a bunch of pictures. The inside of Bellagio is beautiful. The Tulips were  amazing. But the point and shoot camera I had wasn't doing it for me. I discovered that I am a true blue SLR gal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time. I am already looking foward to our next night away. And next time we do Vegas I want to find a shirt that says "I see drunk people". We saw some really drunk woman being held up by their men, it was too much.  I consumed  many adult beverages but only enough to keep a good buzz going all night.  I can't imagine getting so drunk I coudn't walk, thats insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114399107562091309?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114399107562091309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114399107562091309&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114399107562091309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114399107562091309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-might-have-been-too-much-fun_02.html' title='That might have been too much fun'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114360799677870719</id><published>2006-03-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:56:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be packing,cleaning or something other than this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/"&gt;TNchick&lt;/a&gt; had this on her blog and I couldn't resist. Though I was really hoping to be a Pepsi *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Coke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/coke.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true original and classic, you represent the best of everything you can offer.&lt;br /&gt;Just the right amount of sweet, just the right amount of energy... you're the life of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best soda match: Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from:Dr Pepper&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soda Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114360799677870719?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114360799677870719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114360799677870719&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114360799677870719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114360799677870719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-should-be-packingcleaning-or.html' title='I should be packing,cleaning or something other than this..'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114356097011067425</id><published>2006-03-28T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:49:30.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you hear that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/200/vegas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sound of Vegas calling me. Mr. Fun and I are getting away for two nights sans kids. This trip is long overdue. In our ten years of marriage we have gone away only twice for only one night each time. So we decided we needed to get away and have some adult fun. We have been to Vegas several times in the last ten years but I have been pregnant or breastfeeding. This time around I am free to drink as I please. Many adult beverages will be consumed.   &lt;br /&gt;I am a little worried about leaving Prince T. I know in my heart that he's going to do great. His Grandma is going to love him to pieces, he's going to have his sister and brothers around to keep him busy. Lets hope he sleeps through the night both nights.  We've only left Prince T once in the past fouteen months of his life and that was for a few hours to attend a hockey game, he did fine then. He'll do fine now. I just need to keep telling mysef that. He'll be fine. &lt;br /&gt;So with that said, anyone been to Vegas lately? Anything we must see? Anywhere we must eat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114356097011067425?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114356097011067425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114356097011067425&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114356097011067425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114356097011067425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-you-hear-that.html' title='Do you hear that?'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114352789283267389</id><published>2006-03-27T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:52:05.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres nothing like a good bag....I mean GREAT bag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_6253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/IMG_6253.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked high and low for many years. Then I found the perfect diaper bag. It will hold anything and everything you need it to. I fit enough snacks and crap for four kids,my camera,wallet and still have room for more.  With all this stuff you might think the bag would be bulky and hard to carry but you would be wrong.  I carry it with ease. I open it and with what I find quiets the crying baby. I open it again to stop the whining preschooler. Once again, I open it and the tugging on my shirt stops. Then theres always enough change in the bottom for a good cup of coffee.  Maybe it should be called "The Happy Mom Bag". It sure makes  me happy.    &lt;br /&gt;It stays upright,its water proof, it cleans up easily, the pad rolls up into its own little pocket and its super cute. I love this bag. So if you are looking for a good,big bag that doesn't feel big, I would recommend this one in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babybungalow.com/samslinbacdi.html?source=google"&gt;The Mothership&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114352789283267389?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114352789283267389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114352789283267389&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114352789283267389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114352789283267389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/theres-nothing-like-good-bagi-mean.html' title='Theres nothing like a good bag....I mean GREAT bag.'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114340549303098716</id><published>2006-03-26T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:38:13.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another morning at the gym...</title><content type='html'>Thirty minutes into my workout a lady hops on to the treadmill next to me. The conversation goes like this.....&lt;br /&gt;Lady~ So you engaged?&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Married actually.&lt;br /&gt;Lady~ To a man?&lt;br /&gt;Me~ umm yeah. (looking around for an escape)&lt;br /&gt;Lady~ So hows that working for you? *winking*&lt;br /&gt;Me~ wanting to run away............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was she hitting on me? Should I take that as a compliment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114340549303098716?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114340549303098716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114340549303098716&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114340549303098716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114340549303098716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-another-morning-at-gym.html' title='Just another morning at the gym...'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114338873439271646</id><published>2006-03-26T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T08:58:54.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes are good</title><content type='html'>I found this template and really like it. Love the colors, they kind of match my house.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think i could do it but i did. it's not finished but the gym is calling. &lt;br /&gt;I figured everyone else is changing why can't i?   I still have a lot to do but you get the gist. My header will go back up next.    &lt;br /&gt;whatcha think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114338873439271646?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114338873439271646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114338873439271646&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114338873439271646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114338873439271646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/changes-are-good.html' title='Changes are good'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114332368592086450</id><published>2006-03-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:21:39.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costco trips are always fun.</title><content type='html'>You would think peolpe at costco would be used to seeing parents with more than three children. But it doesn't seem to be the case.  Today the comments I got made me laugh or smile. &lt;br /&gt;One lady says "thats quite the collection you have there" I responded with "yes, I like to get a new one every couple years" She laughed and commented on how cute they all were. &lt;br /&gt;Then another lady asked if they were all mine and when I answered yes she said "you did good".&lt;br /&gt;Then theres always the person  that is amazed at how well behaved they are. That one always puts a smile on my face. If theres anything I try hard at it is making sure my kids know how to behave in public. At home they can scream,  cry, throw a fit, fight, I don't care as long as they behave in public. I don't mind the noise but pretty sure it annoys the hell out of the general public.&lt;br /&gt;As we were checking out I was asked if they  were all mine and after I replied with my "yes". She says "you don't look like you've had four kids" I asked Mr. Fun if I could take her home and keep her in my closet for those days that I feel like i've had twenty kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114332368592086450?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114332368592086450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114332368592086450&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114332368592086450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114332368592086450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/costco-trips-are-always-fun.html' title='Costco trips are always fun.'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114322046362806012</id><published>2006-03-24T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:19:41.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping on the bandwagon</title><content type='html'>The photoblog band wagon that is.  I still plan to keep this blog and will still bore the crap out of you so no worries *wink* But I wanted somewhere to showcase my favorite photos larger than this blog will allow. I also didn't want to change the format of this blog. I am trying out this photoblog via blogger. I still haven't got the nads to buy my own domain. (somebody kick me) &lt;br /&gt;So if you want to check it out &lt;a href="http://abaimages.blogspot.com/"&gt;ABA IMAGES&lt;/a&gt;   just keep in mind, I am still trying to tweak it and make it my own. I just suck at it and hate asking for help. Wish I wasn't because blogger is pissing me off with the whole uploading photos or lack of, I guess I should say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114322046362806012?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114322046362806012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114322046362806012&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114322046362806012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114322046362806012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/jumping-on-bandwagon.html' title='Jumping on the bandwagon'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114313700488856198</id><published>2006-03-23T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:04:24.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten years and counting</title><content type='html'>It seems  like yesterday Mr.Fun and I were standing at the alter saying "I DO". &lt;br /&gt;It has been such a fun ride. Full of surprises,some hard times and a lot of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had found love before meeting Mr. Fun but he proved me wrong. He knocked me off my feet. He made me shine everytime we were together. He claims I am his dream girl and I still blush when he tells me this. He has always made me feel special, sexy, loved and wanted. I couldn't be luckier, I couldn't ask for a better marriage. It is everything I dreamed it would be. Sometimes I want to pinch myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mr. Fun. Thank you for the greatest ten years and heres to making the next ten even better.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/116840726/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/116840726_0967535cac_m.jpg" width="240" height="161" alt="j and m" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114313700488856198?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114313700488856198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114313700488856198&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114313700488856198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114313700488856198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/ten-years-and-counting.html' title='Ten years and counting'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114308984224332308</id><published>2006-03-22T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:57:22.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In light of my day.........</title><content type='html'>I have one thing to say. That is ~~ back up your photos, print them. Save them somewhere else besides your computers hard drive. &lt;br /&gt;Don't put it off for another day. Do it as soon as you have time. I wish I had. We did save quite a few but not all. I have yet to go through what was saved to dvd so not sure what we lost. Hoping Wy's first birthday pictures and video was saved. If not I will be very sad for a very long time. At a quick glance I did notice T's hospital and newborn pictures. &lt;br /&gt;So if you have precious memories saved on your computer save them elsewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114308984224332308?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114308984224332308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114308984224332308&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114308984224332308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114308984224332308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-light-of-my-day.html' title='In light of my day.........'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114291816955746991</id><published>2006-03-20T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:16:09.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the balance</title><content type='html'>I am once again overwhelmed with the house. I can't seem to get in the groove of cleaning. I look at the playroom, sigh and close the door, that can wait. It is just the playroom.  I go into my room,look at the clothes piled up on the dresser and the overflowing desk and start to get pissy. I glance over at the pile of dirty clothes, thats when I get overwhelmed. Thats when I shut down and find something else to do. &lt;br /&gt;Theres the things that get done every day, sometimes two or three times everyday. Theres the dishes,sweeping the kitchen,wiping down the counter and the table.Don't forget the picking up of the living room and vacuuming. Those are the things that have to be done so the house can run in some sort of orderly fashion. So this leaves my room and the playroom as a dumping ground. It's easy for me to dump and shut the door untill one of the kids yells "mom, i don't have any clean pants or socks or underwear." I always say I am going to do a couple loads a day but I forget about the load in the washer and then have to rewash them. WHY?? Why can't I get organized and stay organized? Sure the laundry gets done but that stack of crap on the desk is still there and now all those once dirty clothes are folded and piled on top of those other clothes on my dresser that made me pissy. I have thought about not dressing the kids, maybe only buying reversable clothes so theres two outfits in one. And it doesn't help that theres not enough room for all those clothes when they are clean. I am stuffing clothes in drawers. Poor T has a dress up cabinet in JJ's room that holds his clothes. And its bursting at the seams.&lt;br /&gt;Most moms get to clean while the kids nap, that doesn't happen in this house. T seems to be the lightest sleeper on the planet,maybe the universe. Any and all sounds wake him. That means I don't get to even unload the dishwasher while he sleeps. Laundry is out because that means I am in out of our room where his bed is.&lt;br /&gt;Today he napped on me due to him being sick which also sets me back, sick toddler and clean house are hardly ever heard in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get the balance back.....who stole my balance? Please return the balance, no questions asked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114291816955746991?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114291816955746991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114291816955746991&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114291816955746991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114291816955746991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/keeping-balance.html' title='Keeping the balance'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114278056048843964</id><published>2006-03-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T08:02:40.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/114634032/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/114634032_e04f57fb44_m.jpg" width="240" height="151" alt="IMG_6225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I found in a load of laundry after poking myself more than once. Stupid me didn't stick my head in the washer to investigate untill after the second poke. I got poked the third time trying to dig them out. So far the clothes look okay.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time this didn't come about because I don't ccheck pockets. This is all Mr. Fun's fault. He knocked over the contianer the night before. He thought he picked them all up but didn't realize they fell in the washer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114278056048843964?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114278056048843964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114278056048843964&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114278056048843964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114278056048843964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-what-i-found-in-load-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114265848656419232</id><published>2006-03-17T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:08:06.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet Soup.............T style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/39/113988244_d00371635b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/113988244_d00371635b_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T has recently found my pots and pans. He drags them all over the house. Today he decided to make soup with the magnets off the fridge. I had to share :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114265848656419232?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114265848656419232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114265848656419232&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114265848656419232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114265848656419232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/alphabet-soupt-style.html' title='Alphabet Soup.............T style.'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114263508695149942</id><published>2006-03-17T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:38:07.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that a leprechaun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/55/113873726_7fb8342ac0_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/113873726_7fb8342ac0_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's silly Wy guy in a big ass paper hat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114263508695149942?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114263508695149942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114263508695149942&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114263508695149942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114263508695149942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-that-leprechaun.html' title='Is that a leprechaun?'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114254240732420202</id><published>2006-03-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:53:27.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#e88caa"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" alt="Thursday Thirteen"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #e88caa;" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt; *~Mrs. Fun~*  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~My favorite color is pink.&lt;br /&gt;2~I love it when my boys have their heads shaved.&lt;br /&gt;3~I wish JJ would let her hair grow but she doesn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;4~I should be taking a nap with T but here I sit drinking my water.64 oz is the least amount I drink daily. I used to pee every 10 minutes,its getting better.&lt;br /&gt;5~I have a big mouth and one of these days its going to get me trouble.&lt;br /&gt;6~I don't like being told I have to do something.&lt;br /&gt;7~My favorite place to eat out is Islands, Northshore Tacos are the best.&lt;br /&gt;8~How much I don't want to move because of the hassle, the thought of a bigger house gets me all giddy.&lt;br /&gt;9~I really wish a few of my favorite bloggers would update, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;10~I need to get off my ass and leave blogger, I think about it  almost daily. I am to chicken or something like that.    &lt;br /&gt;11~I feel so much better about mysef since I started getting exercise daily, you should try it.&lt;br /&gt;12~It sucks to be deblogrolled &lt;------is that even a word? Anyways, like I was saying, it sucks to visit someone and realize you are no longer on their blogroll. I do realize I am boring at times but still......it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;13~I hope you all have a great weekend. Mr. Fun and I will not be getting away. Turns out he has to work Sunday at 4:30AM. I'm okay with that. We are going to try for another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&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/13697286-114254240732420202?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114254240732420202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114254240732420202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114254240732420202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114254240732420202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/thirteen-things-about-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114244759507005603</id><published>2006-03-15T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:33:15.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must of been old people day today at the gym</title><content type='html'>I realize one day I will be old and slow. I realize I shouldn't make fun or get frustrated  with the elderly. I DO!! &lt;br /&gt;Today everywhere I looked there was slow old people trying use the machines. They were all doing it all wrong. One guy was using a machine thats decide for the biceps to work his legs,don't ask. It wasn't pretty. Another woman was on a treadmill walking but the treadmill wasn't on. Then there was the two sweet little old ladies dodging oncoming walkers and runners. No matter how many times they were politely told that the track direction is the other way they continued on their merry way. &lt;br /&gt;I think its gets great that they are there and getting healthy/staying healthy. I DO!&lt;br /&gt;But waiting for them to finish with a machine is like watching molasses in the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114244759507005603?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114244759507005603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114244759507005603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114244759507005603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114244759507005603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/must-of-been-old-people-day-today-at.html' title='Must of been old people day today at the gym'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114240189423025105</id><published>2006-03-14T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:51:34.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and that....</title><content type='html'>My best friend called tonight. She's having a boy. I am so excited for her and her whole family. This is baby number four and the first boy. So she gets to do blue and not pink this time around. Of course we would be super excited if baby was a girl but its so exciting to add a boy to the mix. Not that he has much hope with three older sisters.Hes bound to play with dolls and barbies from the get go. My boys only have one older sister and she gets them doing it all the time. So this poor baby boy has no hope *wink*  CONGRATULATIONS JEN!!! I can't wait to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wy is much better. It seemed to be a twenty four hour bug. So far nobody else has gotten it but I won't be holding my breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fun and I arranged for my mom to come this weekend and for the two older kids sleepover at a friends. Our tenth anniversary is coming up. We want a weekend away but we can't decide on what to do,where to go or even how long to be gone. *sigh* One downfall of not being a planner.  I am sure we will figure it out. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;We are open to any and al ideas. Even if its a local place. We just want a night to be Mr. and Mrs. Fun not daddy and mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114240189423025105?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114240189423025105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114240189423025105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114240189423025105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114240189423025105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-and-that.html' title='This and that....'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114227296187541236</id><published>2006-03-13T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:02:41.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick kids have the worst timing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/50/112018589_e7641bc582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/112018589_e7641bc582.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wy started complaining his tummy hurt last night around 7:30. Said he might throw up. So we sat with a bowl for a full hour without anything happening. Bedtime is 8:30 so I put the boys to bed. Luckily G decided to get up and use the bathroom because Wy threw up all over the bed. He continued this  about every forty minutes untill 9 this morning. The coffee could never be strong enough and a twelve cup pot is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and her three girls were supposed to come visit from Tucson. I am so disappointed that we won't get to see eachother now. Her baby isn't going to  be a baby next time I see them, at this rate. And I really wanted to take some photos for her today. I have been in a photo rut and this was just the chance I needed to crawl out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that both boys have been sleeping for about twenty minutes. Nick Jr. is still on and I was watching it. *sigh*  Where's that damn remote?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114227296187541236?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114227296187541236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114227296187541236&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114227296187541236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114227296187541236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick-kids-have-worst-timing.html' title='Sick kids have the worst timing....'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114219550115387819</id><published>2006-03-12T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:31:41.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More snow play today....</title><content type='html'>We lasted about 20 minutes. It was so cold and the wind didn't help matters. T did not like the snow at all. He refused to even take a step in it. Funny little boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/46/111473966_28449caf18_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/111473966_28449caf18_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/55/111473963_a8060e5e84_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/111473963_a8060e5e84_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at how lucky and blessed I am. I say Thank You everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/49/111413985_2ae44bca5b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/111413985_2ae44bca5b_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was really fun while it lasted but I am ready for my flip flop weather to come back. Please click on pictures if you want to see them bigger :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114219550115387819?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114219550115387819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114219550115387819&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114219550115387819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114219550115387819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-snow-play-today.html' title='More snow play today....'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114211309312619984</id><published>2006-03-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:38:13.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something ain't right?</title><content type='html'>Over 140 days without a drop of rain and then this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/56/111015035_dadb61938d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/111015035_dadb61938d_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/19/111015037_67a4585b20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/19/111015037_67a4585b20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/19/111015038_7daf3871ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/19/111015038_7daf3871ea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/55/111015036_5de0af7aba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/111015036_5de0af7aba.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ass cold out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114211309312619984?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114211309312619984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114211309312619984&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114211309312619984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114211309312619984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-aint-right.html' title='Something ain&apos;t right?'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114202086989525990</id><published>2006-03-10T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:03:07.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Fun Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsfun/22413891/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/15/22413891_e2b368a46c_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Huckleberries" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nailed his interview. When a spot opens it's his if he wants it. Depending on location and offer. I am so proud of him. He's awesome!! &lt;br /&gt;The Fun House will be celebrating in full force tonight. Feel free to drop by and have a drink, on us. *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114202086989525990?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114202086989525990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114202086989525990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114202086989525990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114202086989525990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/mr-fun-rocks.html' title='Mr. Fun Rocks'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114200703542385183</id><published>2006-03-10T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:10:35.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never assume</title><content type='html'>T was sitting in the kitchen playing with the leapster. I could still hear the leapster so I figured he was still sitting in the kitchen. Boy was I wrong. I walk in the kitchen and its JJ standing there playing the leapster.I asked where T was, nobody knew so we split up to find him. He was in the kids bathroom. Washcloth soaked in toilet water cleaning the bathroom floor. Yep, thats my water boy. He loves water and will play in any water he can find. The toilet however seems to be a favorite for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;So of course I got upset because I can't count how many time I have told, begged, yelled  for the kids to put the toilet seat down and close the bathroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a clean bathroom, clean baby and rugs are washing. So theres the positive in a negative situation that almost ruined my morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114200703542385183?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114200703542385183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114200703542385183&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114200703542385183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114200703542385183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/never-assume.html' title='Never assume'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114194203271432390</id><published>2006-03-09T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:14:21.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor=" #DE7008"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteenorange.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #DE7008;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~ Yes i know ,its late to be doing this.&lt;br /&gt;2~ Yes, i missed last week and a few others due to lack of a brain.&lt;br /&gt;3~ I noticed an old friend now does this,i'll miss her  Thursday trash day posts.*wink* you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;4~ Wy got into 3 day AM class for preschool. I am okay with that because I didn't have to spend the night to get him in.&lt;br /&gt;5~ I have 15 minutes to do this before I have to pick up Wy&lt;br /&gt;6~ We (Mr. Fun and I) can't decide where to stay for our 10 yr anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;8~ T is now 100% weaned from breastfeeding and I have lots of mixed feelings going on.&lt;br /&gt;9~ I realize  I have no TT code up but I will fix that when/if I have the time.( i fixed it,yay me not being able to go to bed at a decent hour) &lt;br /&gt;10~ I started working out,drinking water and eating better. I gained weight,go figure.&lt;br /&gt;11~ I am on the edge waiting to hear if Mr. Fun passed the interviews. Hopefully tomorrow will bring good news.&lt;br /&gt;12~ Is it summer yet?&lt;br /&gt;13~I told a little white lie to get out of something today, not feeling too good about it now. oh well .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://adventuresinjuggling.blogspot.com/ "&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/?page_id=222"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114194203271432390?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114194203271432390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114194203271432390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114194203271432390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114194203271432390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/thursdays-thirteen.html' title='Thursdays Thirteen'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114188381492578235</id><published>2006-03-08T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:08:51.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting........</title><content type='html'>Isn't it the worst to have to wait for news or to hear from somebody that all is okay? I can't relax tonight. I am on the edge. Mr. Fun still hasn't returned home from Denver. Its 11 pm, he left at 4:30 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacing............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114188381492578235?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114188381492578235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114188381492578235&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114188381492578235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114188381492578235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting........'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114184013697345788</id><published>2006-03-08T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:38:36.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw the easy  button, I want a restart button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/grouchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/200/grouchy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been less than ideal. Just one of those days where you want to crawl back in bed and stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke to a crying baby that hasn't stopped crying. Nothing is making him happy. &lt;br /&gt;Wy broke a picture frame. It was an accident but still, its broken.&lt;br /&gt;I sat down with my coffee only to have T reach over and spill it all over us and the couch. What a mess. Luckily  I did the dishes last night so I could rinse the hot coffee off of him pretty quickly. His skin was red but not burned. &lt;br /&gt;The little girl I watch showed up early and in rare form. The boys have found the pots and pans and are banging them on the tile floor.At least T isn't crying at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Then Wy wanted a book read to him. He handed me a library book and theres coffee in it. Go figure!  Lets hope they dry okay.    &lt;br /&gt;And I am pretty sure those socks that have needed to be sorted for days are now laughing at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114184013697345788?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114184013697345788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114184013697345788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114184013697345788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114184013697345788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/screw-easy-button-i-want-restart.html' title='Screw the easy  button, I want a restart button'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114179035644202677</id><published>2006-03-07T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:00:07.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Big Changes</title><content type='html'>Mr. Fun  leaves for Denver tomorrow morning at 4:30 AM. He will return around 8:30 PM. It will be a long day for him. Hes going for panel interviews for a store manager position. This is what he has worked so hard for. If all goes well and he passes he will be skipping a step. Now that makes me proud. He deserves this. All those long hard hours are going to pay off. They  have asked him about relocation and "we" are open to all offers. But we both love the warm sunshine year round. So we will wait and see. His first choice is to stay somewhere local,of course. But we will keep our minds open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114179035644202677?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114179035644202677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114179035644202677&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114179035644202677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114179035644202677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/possible-big-changes.html' title='Possible Big Changes'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114166829255229227</id><published>2006-03-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:19:18.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The addiction is back......</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to say I have worked out every day for over a week. I either hit the gym or load the two little ones up in the jogging stroller. I think about my next workout the minute the current one is over. I would get two workouts in daily if time permitted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy people watching. I am going to be one of those little old ladies that stare because I am old and I don't care if you know I am watching you. Today at the gym I was watching people workout. I started to notice their shoes. I saw all sorts of tennis shoes. Some really cute,some really ugly and then your average Nikes and Reeboks. But then I saw clogs,slippers,sandals and even water shoes. I wanted so badly to stop these people and ask "what the hell are you thinking" but then I noticed what they were wearing. Jeans,skirt, a belt and button up shirt. So I figured they were new to the gym scene and hopefully someone will clue them in to what workout wear is all about. I just can't see getting a good workout in wering jeans and slip ons.   But then i'm not them,LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me, what do you wear to work out? Be it at a gym or walking or workout dvd/tape at home. I am curious to know. Don't be shy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114166829255229227?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114166829255229227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114166829255229227&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114166829255229227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114166829255229227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/addiction-is-back.html' title='The addiction is back......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114145128294642489</id><published>2006-03-03T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:48:03.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonights the night</title><content type='html'>I am waiting for Mr. Fun to get home. Once he does I am out the door. I am going to swing by the preschool and check out the line for registration. There was nine extra students for the morning four day fours. When I stopped by Thursday afternoon I was told that if I don't get the four day mornings I will get in the three day mornings. &lt;br /&gt;So tonight i'll swing by and see how the line looks. If theres already twenty people,no need to stay. Its first come first serve. Theres twenty spots open. So why sit  in line for second choice that I was already told I had if I didn't get my first choice.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted four day mornings but three days will work and it is sixty dollars cheaper a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about this the crazier I think it is. This is for preschool. These parents started lining up around dinner time. I don't get it. Why not wait untill morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114145128294642489?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114145128294642489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114145128294642489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114145128294642489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114145128294642489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/tonights-night.html' title='Tonights the night'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114128060566479736</id><published>2006-03-01T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:23:25.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation.....Commitment</title><content type='html'>This lady in her sixties jumps on the machine  in front of me. Skinny as can be. Toned to the max. WOW I think, I wanna look that good when i'm her age(as my butt jiggles) . After her 30 minutes of jogging I notice her over with the body builders holding her own. Doing her sets and not giving up. Pushing herself to finish that  last set.&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking of what a commitment she has to have to look so good for so long. That gave me a bit more motivation to work out a little harder. I also decided I needed to make a commitment to myself to work harder at cutting out the junk food and take more time to work on me.&lt;br /&gt;I find it so easy to make time for everything else but myself(me time).I do it but most times its not without guilt. I want to be able to walk out the door and workout everyday without thinking of everything else I should be doing. I want to find something that will keep me motivated to keep pushing myself..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114128060566479736?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114128060566479736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114128060566479736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114128060566479736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114128060566479736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/motivationcommitment.html' title='Motivation.....Commitment'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114115723522950903</id><published>2006-02-28T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:07:15.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st prize goods came *woohoo*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/41/105929731_a99bd22a83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/105929731_a99bd22a83.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? I knew I won but after awhile I doubted the prize would ever show up. I hate to admit this but I still don't know where I entered. Its through ATI.com but as far as what website my photo was posted on, I haven't a clue. How sad is that? I am sure it was during a late night when I couldn't sleep. The letter says my photo is on display for the world to see. Too bad I can't see it. I have emailed to try to find out but haven't recieved a response.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fun thinks I should sell the camera on ebay. I kind of want t keep  it for the times I don't want to take my baby  ,errr, i mean camera out and about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the winning photo. I am on cloud nine that one of my personal favorites is a favorite of others. It makes me all warm and gooey inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/23/40567677_cc24206d94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/23/40567677_cc24206d94.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114115723522950903?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114115723522950903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114115723522950903&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114115723522950903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114115723522950903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-1st-prize-goods-came-woohoo.html' title='My 1st prize goods came *woohoo*'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114099050697008061</id><published>2006-02-26T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:01:42.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you haven't noticed.......</title><content type='html'>I have been in a blog funk. Just not coming up with anything that I think would interest you all. &lt;br /&gt;My sweet G turned six yesterday. We had a fun day with the grandparents. Then today we had birthday cake. Next weekend is his party with a couple friends. Hes very excited that he is getting three birthday celebrations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_6054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/320/IMG_6054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really doesn't like any attention such as this. As we were singing he was plugging his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_6052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/320/IMG_6052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114099050697008061?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114099050697008061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114099050697008061&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114099050697008061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114099050697008061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-havent-noticed.html' title='If you haven&apos;t noticed.......'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114093504635005449</id><published>2006-02-25T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:24:06.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days you can't make it through mid morning snack..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_5965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/IMG_5965.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the days where you want to conquer the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_5994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/IMG_5994.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114093504635005449?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114093504635005449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114093504635005449&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114093504635005449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114093504635005449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-days-you-cant-make-it-through-mid.html' title='Some days you can&apos;t make it through mid morning snack..'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114076221822357991</id><published>2006-02-23T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:24:23.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WAS 25 CENTS</title><content type='html'>Seriously, 25 cents. Would you get your panties in a knot over 25 cents?  Me, no I most likey wouldn't notice. &lt;br /&gt;The lady and the cashier had me standing there for 10 minutes before it was settled. I about handed them both a quarter so I  could get on with my life. &lt;br /&gt;My quick trip to the store for birthday treats was not so quick thanks to Mrs. Frugal and Ms. Newbie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114076221822357991?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114076221822357991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114076221822357991&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114076221822357991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114076221822357991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-was-25-cents.html' title='IT WAS 25 CENTS'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114050252067279686</id><published>2006-02-20T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:36:06.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH OH OH OH !!!</title><content type='html'>We bought our tickets to see Tim and Faith in concert, with our nieghbor. Oh oh oh!!  its going to be so much fun. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114050252067279686?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114050252067279686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114050252067279686&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114050252067279686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114050252067279686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-oh-oh-oh.html' title='OH OH OH OH !!!'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114049566823653310</id><published>2006-02-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:21:08.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's your poison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/IMG_5929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/IMG_5929.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our alcohol. *wink* I was sure we were having a party but we aren't. This is for us and we don't share well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay we are having ONE friend from San Diego coming to visit. We are determined to have a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114049566823653310?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114049566823653310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114049566823653310&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114049566823653310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114049566823653310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-your-poison-we-love-our-alcohol.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114036263773501854</id><published>2006-02-19T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T08:24:01.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like a little rough housing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/27/101608223_bd3f1be34f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/101608223_bd3f1be34f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/37/101608225_34a489611e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/101608225_34a489611e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/39/101608224_04dd3530cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/101608224_04dd3530cf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/33/101608227_21d989c7b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/101608227_21d989c7b0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were wrestling last night and Mr. Fun had to get in there.  G would run and jump up on Mr. Fun's shoulders. It was insane, he had no fear. Either of them did. Wy was just jumping on Mr. Fun's legs trusting him 100% that he would catch him. Those two are going to be tough little guys. I can't wait for the day that Wy can turn the tables and knock G to the ground. Just to see the look on G's face. &lt;br /&gt;And yes Wy doesn't match and G is wearing his baseball pants but I pick my battles,  we weren't going anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114036263773501854?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114036263773501854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114036263773501854&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114036263773501854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114036263773501854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-like-little-rough-housing.html' title='Nothing like a little rough housing...'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-114007328699945927</id><published>2006-02-16T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:15:14.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#e88caa"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #e88caa;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~I do not like animals at all. I don't mind them if they keep to themselves and at the zoo. My children will never have a pet with fur. Poor kids :( &lt;br /&gt;2~I stay up way too late and really need to try to get to bed earlier. &lt;br /&gt;3~I ate my daughters chocolate without asking, does that make me a bad mom?  She doesn't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;4~We have a forecast of rain on Saturday. I am hoping we get it. I really want it to rain to help with the dust.&lt;br /&gt;5~I don't understand why people insist on taking their dogs shopping with them. (and i am not talking about the guide dogs,duh)&lt;br /&gt;6~The kids have dentist appiontments today. OI! I am so nervous. G is going to freak like he always does. I feel so bad for their dentsist. Shes so nice about it tho.&lt;br /&gt;7~I am a retail widow :( Mr. Fun worked 18 hours yesterday. So that means I worked 18 hours. And 15 hours the day before. Today I am hoping for a 12 hour day. No, i'm not holding my breathe.&lt;br /&gt;8~I am not happy with JJ's costume for her recital. Not pleased in the least bit. But i still wrote the check to pay for it *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;9~I ran over a water gun yesterday and the boys thought it was so cool, silly boys.&lt;br /&gt;10~I don't play the lotto.&lt;br /&gt;11~I didn't take one single picture yesterday.(please pick yourself up off the floor,theres more) &lt;br /&gt;12~I am still struggling with the weaning. T doesn't ask for it during the day anymore. Night is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;13~ I am a VERY light sleeper. Not a good thing when your wonderful hubby gets up so you can get some extra sleep. Its not even worth it. If my kids are awake,i'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/?page_id=222"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-114007328699945927?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114007328699945927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=114007328699945927&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114007328699945927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/114007328699945927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/thirteen-things-about-mrs_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-113997194884768345</id><published>2006-02-14T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:00:09.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Bleu said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Why don't you celebrate Valentine's Day? Just curious. I would think this would be a great holiday to share within a family: a celebration of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, we show our love for eachother daily. We are a very affectionate,lovey,hang on eachother kind of family.(i'll pause why'll you puke), go ahead I won't be offended. We try to do nice things for eachother throughout the year. So Valentine's Day is just another day around here. Mr. Fun will bring presents home for me and kids now and again. If I am out shopping I always look for things I think he would like. I don't need a holiday to remind me to tell the one I love just how much they mean to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-113997194884768345?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113997194884768345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=113997194884768345&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/113997194884768345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/113997194884768345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/lily-bleu-said.html' title='Lily Bleu said...'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13697286.post-113993648653456574</id><published>2006-02-14T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:01:26.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/1600/Picture%20245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6349/1214/400/Picture%20245.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Hallmark holiday is not celebrated in  The Fun House. The kids do cards for school and thats it. I made their cards last night(nothing like waiting till the last minute) with their help. You can see them over at   &lt;a href="http://www.4cutegrandkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Fun House&lt;/a&gt;. They each got to choose what picture,graphics and colors they wanted. It was a lot of fun. Sure our printer thinks otherwise.  &lt;br /&gt;Its a good thing we don't celebrate because Mr. Fun left for work at 9 AM and will not be home untill after 11PM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13697286-113993648653456574?l=jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113993648653456574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13697286&amp;postID=113993648653456574&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/113993648653456574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13697286/posts/default/113993648653456574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Misti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/45/161367226_71f3032d6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
