<?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-22477381</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:03:50.263-07:00</updated><category term='puppy'/><category term='present'/><title type='text'>My life in a nutshell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2787583257008687740</id><published>2009-07-07T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:55:48.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July update</title><content type='html'>Well,.... .Kaila is moving back in, temporarily she has assured us.  I am currently emptying the pool so I can refill it.  Though I tested the water, and had it tested professionally... and there is NOTHING wrong with it (the Ph was perfect, chlorine level was good, no phosphates or algae, etc) but the water was totally cloudy.  I could not even put my arm in the water to my elbow and my hand had already disappeared.  So, I am draining it and starting over.  The annoying aspects are that I spent a lot on a new filter since we couldn't afford passes to 7 Peaks..., my water bill will suck for a while because using 10,000 gallons of water only costs $7.50 (much less than the chemicals I tried using to clear the pool up) but the sewer bill also goes up accordingly.  And, it was a nice and comfortable temperature and  now it will be freezing cold for a while.  On the bright side, it will be nice and clean.....  :)  (and that is what is more important, right?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have family coming in soon.  I am excited to see them, and to have a week off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2787583257008687740?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2787583257008687740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2787583257008687740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2787583257008687740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2787583257008687740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-update.html' title='July update'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1465537114052038541</id><published>2009-06-19T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:53:33.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON CALL</title><content type='html'>Being on call sucks, in case anybody ever wondered!  I was hoping to work on the tan this weekend, but it looks like the rain and crappy weather won't let me.  What is with this weather?  It is COLD and June is coming to a close.  I want HOT weather....  HOT!!!  I guess if it is raining, I will work on scrapbooking this weekend.  I finally got a permanent place to put my stuff.  (Thanks, Kaila.)  LOL, if she moves back, it is staying put!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1465537114052038541?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1465537114052038541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1465537114052038541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1465537114052038541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1465537114052038541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-call.html' title='ON CALL'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6918848946738994017</id><published>2009-06-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:21:09.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta daaaa!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I haven't even looked at these in a LONG time.  I have been swamped with stuff... so since I am fairly certain nobody will read this, I can pretty much write whatever I want, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the twins graduated, my mom had emergency surgery and didn't get to come out for it.  (Her retina detached from her eye, it has reconnected and is doing well.)  My dad and his wife were out here for a while.  I worked a little overtime last paycheck because Ryan's work was slow.  Miranda broke her arm, but it was so long ago she gets the case off this Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here has SUCKED.  Cold and rainy a LOT.  We brought home a new puppy, because we are retarded.  It is a dachshund, and the little girls named her Penny.... which I find to be stupid.  And Kaila moved out.  She was going to be not allowed to live here anymore, and I was going to go buy her a summer contract at student housing, but she didn't want to live there so she left and went to live in SLC.  I still haven't seen where she lives, but I saw her yesterday when I went out with her to help her look for jobs and helped her write a resume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much it.  I am going mentally insane with irresponsible teenagers.  I want to cry, throw up, and scream ..... all at the same time!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6918848946738994017?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6918848946738994017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6918848946738994017' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6918848946738994017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6918848946738994017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2009/06/ta-daaaa.html' title='Ta daaaa!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-4798966216814707083</id><published>2009-02-16T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:56:09.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>My apologies to everyone.  I have not been reading Blogger.  I don't have time to read Facebook and Blogger.  Facebook seems to be easier, no switching from site to site as much, though there is some.  I just read some today, and I feel out of touch......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-4798966216814707083?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/4798966216814707083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=4798966216814707083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4798966216814707083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4798966216814707083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2009/02/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3073525692399106456</id><published>2009-02-06T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:28:57.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miranda funny</title><content type='html'>I had to take Miranda to the doctor today, she had an ear infection.  As we went to leave, we walked out and there was a little girl with her mother waiting for the elevator.  She had HUGE tears in her eyes, and her chin was quivering.  Miranda ran up and threw her arms around her, and gave her a great big hug.  What a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator arrived and we all went in.  The little girl was scared of the man next to her, so her mom picked her up.  Bad timing, because Miranda had just decided to throw herself onto the floor of the elevator.  The little didn't see her because she was looking at her mom and was too high.  I told Miranda to get up, and asked her what she was doing... maybe trying out to be a stunt man?  The doors opened and we exited.  As the other people walked the other way, Miranda turned to me and said, "I did that because I was trying to make the little girl laugh, so she wouldn't be sad anymore."  At least she has a heart....  I must have given her mine!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3073525692399106456?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3073525692399106456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3073525692399106456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3073525692399106456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3073525692399106456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2009/02/miranda-funny.html' title='Miranda funny'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2148005226910579246</id><published>2009-02-06T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:25:25.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday blues.....</title><content type='html'>So, today is Ryan and Kaila's birthdays.  I felt bad, I bought Kaila her gift already, and Ryan wanted to order his own so I didn't get the wrong stuff.  The three of us went out to eat at California Pizza Kitchen, and then tried to go to a movie but it was sold out.  We decided to go home and try tomorrow for a matinee.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaila has grown into a beautiful young woman.  I am so proud of her, she is a good person.  She made a goal to move out soon, and has been preparing by saving money and purchasing things she will need for it.  She has a sweet personality, and I love her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has had a tough year, and he is still awaiting his test results!!!  Mean!!!!  He has accomplished so many things over the years while we have been married!  I am so proud of him, he has worked hard.  I hope he gets his results soon, it is taking a toll on all of us!!  He enjoys his camera, and his family likes to call him papparazzi!!!  I wish that I could afford him a new camera... maybe next year!!!  (of course by then, there will be an even better one!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to both of you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2148005226910579246?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2148005226910579246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2148005226910579246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2148005226910579246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2148005226910579246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday blues.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2179844982764099018</id><published>2009-01-17T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:12:04.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby helping mommy work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SXIeVRuC-uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LWTfADENToI/s1600-h/DSCN8369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292325862996376290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SXIeVRuC-uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LWTfADENToI/s320/DSCN8369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby asked her dad to get her a stick because she was making something for me.  He went out and cut her one off.  She taped the end of it (you cannot see it here) so I didn't cut myself on it.  LOL.  So, she comes up to me with it behind her back and declares "Mom, I made you something for work so you can  help people stop being bad."  Then, she pulls this out from behind her back."  LOL, I am doing to use this during interrogations and  hold it up and say "STOP lying."  He he, 8 year olds are genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2179844982764099018?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2179844982764099018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2179844982764099018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2179844982764099018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2179844982764099018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2009/01/abby-helping-mommy-work.html' title='Abby helping mommy work'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SXIeVRuC-uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LWTfADENToI/s72-c/DSCN8369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7589915989216829658</id><published>2009-01-08T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:56:35.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's baptism.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SWbKsStNxdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xHOucSPsgmk/s1600-h/DSCN8354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289137674677765586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SWbKsStNxdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xHOucSPsgmk/s320/DSCN8354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby's baptism was awesome. I thought that I would share a photo or two.... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SWbKzwXsxYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jom4g27QyrU/s1600-h/DSCN8358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289137802899670402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SWbKzwXsxYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jom4g27QyrU/s320/DSCN8358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7589915989216829658?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7589915989216829658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7589915989216829658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7589915989216829658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7589915989216829658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2009/01/abbys-baptism.html' title='Abby&apos;s baptism.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SWbKsStNxdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xHOucSPsgmk/s72-c/DSCN8354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7989538699872675760</id><published>2009-01-08T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:52:42.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My EXHIBIT A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is living proof, of.... well, see for yourself. The INFAMOUS Turkey Blind.  If you don't get it, check the blog on Psychodoctor's blog regarding the Turkey Blind.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289136437190683522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SWbJkQtTa4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vfzD3eaR3S0/s320/DSCN8347.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7989538699872675760?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7989538699872675760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7989538699872675760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7989538699872675760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7989538699872675760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-exhibit.html' title='My EXHIBIT A'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SWbJkQtTa4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vfzD3eaR3S0/s72-c/DSCN8347.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-250138807884192203</id><published>2009-01-07T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:42:41.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My quirks and peeves....</title><content type='html'>I was inspired by Delirious to list my quirks.... and there are many....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don't like germs... but I am most a freak about lip germs.  I don't even like my kids drinking after me.  I am the biggest freak about my chapstick.  I am addicted to chapstick, and I have a paranoia of getting a cold sore.  I DON'T like people using my chapstick, so don't ask.  If you HAVE to use it, keep it.  I won't use it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I LOATHE a dirty house.  With that said, mine is usually dirty, putting me in a bad mood.  I cannot work more than full time, and keep up a house after 8 people, most of whom have never learned to pick up after themselves.  I look forward to the day my household is a manageable size and/or I can afford to hire a maid.  :)  My quirk in regard to this is that everything has a place, and when it isn't there.. I nearly go insane.  If things would get put back in the same place, every time, nobody would ever waste time looking for things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  One of my pet peeves is my socks getting wet.  This is particularly true in the bathroom when someone has recently showered, but also happens when kids track in water from sprinklers or snow.  Or, I have to take out the garbage so I walk out in socks and get it wet outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I hate drivers that drive in the left lane and are not passing anyone.  I usually turn on my red and blue lights to force them over, then glare at them as I drive past.  Sometimes I pull them over and chew them out.  It is, after all, against the law to be on the left side of any car unless you are passing, or are within 300 feet of making a left turn.  It is also just rude, and causes most of our fatal accidents because cars passing them on right are merging with cars legally passing on the left and the crash in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I hate procrastination.  I don't do it, and it drives me nuts when other people do it.  It causes me stress FOR them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are countless other, but since I am so perfect, I can get mad at those who don't rise to the same standard!!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-250138807884192203?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/250138807884192203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=250138807884192203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/250138807884192203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/250138807884192203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-quirks-and-peeves.html' title='My quirks and peeves....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7069383076225906289</id><published>2008-12-26T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:30:37.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>after-Christmas sales!!</title><content type='html'>So, I got up nice and early this morning to hit the after Christmas sales.  I must say, this year was MUCH less eventful than last year!!  :)  I got my Hallmark dated ornaments without any problems!!  AND, I got some new sheets for our bed.  I got a new purse and sweater I am returning, I don't need them and it's a waste of money right now.  :)  See?!  I am being good!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be good, but it sure is hard!!  We also saw the movie "Yes man" today, and it was pretty funny.  I think we will take the little girls to the dollar theater tomorrow to see Beverly Hills Chiuahuaha... or however you spell that....  They have been asking to go!  I will suffer through it for them!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fun to watch the hubby enjoy his new Christmas gifts.  I am glad he likes them.  I got some new Cricut cartridges so I made some cards last night.  That was fun.  I love the holidays!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7069383076225906289?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7069383076225906289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7069383076225906289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7069383076225906289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7069383076225906289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-christmas-sales.html' title='after-Christmas sales!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3782449582777364042</id><published>2008-12-24T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:46:20.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK7CcZH_7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/TOrdxc7m8Dg/s1600-h/DSCN8322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283490963514720178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK7CcZH_7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/TOrdxc7m8Dg/s320/DSCN8322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK62MY5z-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/keEeT96V1cw/s1600-h/DSCN8328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283490753060392930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK62MY5z-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/keEeT96V1cw/s320/DSCN8328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK6t6NawdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LxcUw_Ptuu0/s1600-h/DSCN8304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283490610741428690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK6t6NawdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LxcUw_Ptuu0/s320/DSCN8304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK6liK-dgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wxaE6aEfHIo/s1600-h/DSCN8313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283490466849781250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK6liK-dgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wxaE6aEfHIo/s320/DSCN8313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK6eLnbw-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/xpDcW1wfu5E/s1600-h/DSCN8312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283490340536042466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK6eLnbw-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/xpDcW1wfu5E/s320/DSCN8312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this has been a great day.... so far. I am about to fix our big dinner that will last us through tomorrow. :) We started out going sledding. The 3 older girls were too lazy to get up and go with us. It was a BLAST. Then, we all went bowling. Brittany and Allie had to work, so we hurried home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3782449582777364042?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3782449582777364042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3782449582777364042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3782449582777364042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3782449582777364042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SVK7CcZH_7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/TOrdxc7m8Dg/s72-c/DSCN8322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5483675907541153949</id><published>2008-12-22T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:55:30.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dreaming of a white Christmas</title><content type='html'>So, last week I was thinking....  that it didn't quite feel like Christmas because there wasn't any snow.  :)  Looks like I got my wish, because I was wishing that it would snow so that there would be some snow on the ground for Christmas.  Last year, we went sledding on Christmas Eve.  I remember driving around looking for a sled, but not coming up with much.  So, the 8 of us went sledding using the 2 sleds we did have, and we just took turns.  It was fun, but this year everyone works on Christmas Eve, so looks like we won't get a repeat!!  But don't worry, I bought more sleds when I found some, so if we do find time, we are good to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5483675907541153949?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5483675907541153949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5483675907541153949' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5483675907541153949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5483675907541153949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m dreaming of a white Christmas'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6510200201983550691</id><published>2008-12-15T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:08:20.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another manic Monday</title><content type='html'>Today is my mother-in-law's birthday. She is one of the nicest people I know. I remember being worried before I married my husband that she would hate me (because I had been married before and brought 4 children to the table with me.) She has never treated me, nor my children, any different than anyone else. She has always treated us like family, and with love and kindness. I am so grateful to have a great MIL like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ANYONE in the world is deserving of some type of medal, it is her. She had taken on some trials in her life that has made her life manic, and she does it lovingly. (I might be bitter and overly-angry, but that is what makes her so great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she can find the time, with caring for 5 small children that aren't her children, to enjoy her birthday. If not, maybe she can enjoy it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take Miranda to the doctor today, she is sick. She was puking last weekend, this weekend she was coughing her head off. She is now on an antibiotic. I feel bad for her, but she still is in good humor. She even took her babydoll "Ross" to the doctor with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6510200201983550691?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6510200201983550691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6510200201983550691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6510200201983550691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6510200201983550691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-another-magic-monday.html' title='Just another manic Monday'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2529360694574611347</id><published>2008-12-14T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:17:21.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M*** funny</title><content type='html'>So, M*** asks me, "Mom, how do Heavenly Father and Jesus make people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her it was through miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked, "Do they have magic wands for those?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I guess they could have, but I doubt it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2529360694574611347?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2529360694574611347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2529360694574611347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2529360694574611347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2529360694574611347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-funny.html' title='M*** funny'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-4681385970514717686</id><published>2008-12-13T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:19:25.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas cookies...</title><content type='html'>So, we spent the day making cookies. I made 2 different kinds of chocolate chips, cranberry ones with oatmeal and white chips, and the peanut butter ones with the hershey's kisses. Tomorrow we do the sugar cookies. And, I made the rice krispy bars that are peanut butter flavored with the milk chocolate chips melted on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worn out!! It hurts your back to bend over the counter all day long!! All that effort, just to make us fat.... LOL! Christmas is a time of year to pig out!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on call this week, so I got called out today. I was told I was looking for a gun. I grabbed a coat and took off. Little did I know, a horrible storm blew in. I didn't have gloves and was searching outside storage containers at an RV park, freezing to death!! I then went into the RV and searched there. I won't tell you what I touched!!! GAG!! I also found a bunch of drugs and other sickening things. The lead detective I was helping didn't search a single thing, he went to "process a scene." He returns as I finish searching the second RV to tell me that the gun wasn't missing after all, he found it in the nice, heated house he was in!!! Damn him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-4681385970514717686?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/4681385970514717686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=4681385970514717686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4681385970514717686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4681385970514717686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas cookies...'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-91571979205792182</id><published>2008-12-07T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:00:27.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tree is done!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/STxiJXVwV8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/oCQLnI210hU/s1600-h/DSCN8299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277200776394987458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/STxiJXVwV8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/oCQLnI210hU/s320/DSCN8299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/STxh-XrnW9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/7g0KQGaotFs/s1600-h/DSCN8298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277200587508112338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/STxh-XrnW9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/7g0KQGaotFs/s320/DSCN8298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/STxguqE9f9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/oHJr-gObCZo/s1600-h/DSCN8297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277199218056724434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/STxguqE9f9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/oHJr-gObCZo/s320/DSCN8297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we put the ornaments on the final tree. Every year the kids get a dated ornament from Hallmark. Ever since I was a single mother, I now get them the day after Christmas to save money. Last year, there was a little "incident" and that ornament now proudly hangs on this tree. :) The oldest one on the tree is from 1977, a tradition that my mother started when I was 7 years old. It is fun, but there is no longer room on the tree for all of the ornaments. I guess it is time for some kids to move out!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the house is decorated. Excuse the lazy dog sleeping on the folded laundry that Al*** has yet to put away!! And our stockings? They are MIA at the moment and nobody wants to climb in the crawl space and find them!! I will do it next weekend, when it is time to clean!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, we got to see Native Minnow and his kids. My husband shared with NM's son, Togers, that he had lost a spelling bee in sixth grade because he spelled the hard words right but spelled believe as "beleive." He was so devastated that he cried on the stage, and cupped his hands under his face. His hands were all full of snot by the time it was over. My husband blew his chance to go to the advanced spelling bee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you cannot tell, the table that is decorated says "believe" in several places. Togers walked into my house and said, "what is up with all the stuff that says 'believe.' Is that so R*** can spell it right?" LOL, he has his dad's sense of humor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-91571979205792182?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/91571979205792182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=91571979205792182' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/91571979205792182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/91571979205792182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-is-done.html' title='The tree is done!!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/STxiJXVwV8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/oCQLnI210hU/s72-c/DSCN8299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1809724684757534565</id><published>2008-12-01T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:00:39.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my girl!!!</title><content type='html'>So, on Thanksgiving, my 8 year old A*** and my brother in law, Native Minnow (or NM from now on) had the following conversations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NM:  Hey (puts hand on middle of her back) how are you, A***?&lt;br /&gt;A:  Don't touch me..... and walks off.  (Don't know where she gets the attitude from!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NM:  A****, come check this out. (touches her arm)&lt;br /&gt;A:  Don't touch me....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About another hour later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NM:  A**** (touches her head)&lt;br /&gt;A:  I have told you 3 times now, don't touch me.  It makes me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO, at least I taught her how to stand up for herself.  But, that was supposed to be used on perverts and strangers, not poor Uncle NM!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1809724684757534565?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1809724684757534565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1809724684757534565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1809724684757534565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1809724684757534565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-my-girl.html' title='That&apos;s my girl!!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-8775181558542522260</id><published>2008-11-30T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:10:46.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas spunk?</title><content type='html'>I am soooo finished shopping for Christmas, AND it is ALL wrapped.  I can now sit back and ENJOY the spirit of the season!!!  I love this time of year.  My BIL wanted to go to Temple Square, so we went last night.  Besides being mugged after walking 7 blocks the wrong direction, it was fun.  The lights are so beautiful and the spirit of Christmas abides.  It was pretty crowded, and with a Jazz game that night parking was a nightmare... hence my walking blocks and blocks.  I let everyone out and went to go find a parking spot.  It only took me over an hour to park, get mugged, and then find the right way to walk and get there.  It wasn't even that cold.  And don't worry, by "mugged" I meant some guy tried to grab my purse, but he didn't get it.  :)  All in all, this was a great 4 days off.... and I got up all my decorations today except for the tree that we put the Hallmark ornaments on.  That takes a long time because they are all in separate boxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-8775181558542522260?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/8775181558542522260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=8775181558542522260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8775181558542522260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8775181558542522260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-spunk.html' title='Christmas spunk?'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-8776762120496803084</id><published>2008-11-28T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:00:35.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to brag....</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't want to brag... but my Christmas shopping is DONE!!!!  Woo Hoo!!  And, to make it even more marvelous....  I am nearly done wrapping EVERYTHING too!!  I am feel a tad bit elated at my status!!  I even got Ryan nice things this year, though this year I spent a LOT less than usual.... mostly because I HAVE a LOT less than usual!!  Whew... now I just have to work on paying it all off!!  I started early to spread it around because I could not afford to be hit all at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did participate in a little bit of Black Friday, but not early enough to get the really great deals.  It's OK, I didn't really want anything from them.  I did try to find one for my brother-in-law and all I saw were the remnants.  It was ridiculous, it looked like feeding Tigers with their fresh kill.  The box they brought out with the "deal" was torn and thrashed about, and emptied within a few minutes.  It was not worth the assaults I would have endured so I watched and laughed.  How ridiculous.... NO DEAL is worth that.  Who would have thought that the "Molly Mormon stay-at-home moms" could be so vicious?  LOL...  it is nice to be done.  Now I get to decorate for Christmas tomorrow......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-8776762120496803084?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/8776762120496803084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=8776762120496803084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8776762120496803084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8776762120496803084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-to-brag.html' title='Not to brag....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5940408052530567355</id><published>2008-11-22T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:59:07.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas preparations.....</title><content type='html'>So, I was trying to pace myself for Christmas this year.  I LOVE Christmas.  I love searching for the perfect gift for a love one, and their face when they open it up.  (I even appreciate if the face is disappointment, or even better.... .HORROR.)  LOL... anyway, I am half way done with Christmas shopping AND wrapping!!  (Can I tell you how much I LOATHE wrapping those d*&amp;amp;% Littlest Pet Shop toys?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am excited to get out the decorations this year... and to feel the atmosphere of the mall and stores.  This year is a bad one, financially, for everyone.  I feel bad, even the food banks are suffering.  I hope people remember the less fortunate this year, even though that list of "unfortunate" is longer than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I saw Twilight last night.  I will take a James for Christmas!!  I am still disappointed that Edward is not more handsome, but he did a good job.  He needs to do something with his eyebrows, though.  He needs a spa eyebrow wax for Christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5940408052530567355?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5940408052530567355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5940408052530567355' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5940408052530567355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5940408052530567355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-preparations.html' title='Christmas preparations.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1889858505445645056</id><published>2008-11-16T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:41:28.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>So, I had Super Saturday at church the other day, and I was in a rush to get my projects done so I could scoot out of there and visit with my husband's sisters in Salt Lake.  We met them at the Sundance Catalog Outlet store, and we all had a good time.  After I joined in on the annual ring shopping spree, we all ate dinner at Olive Garden.  It was a good time.  I worked on Sunday, and so did the hubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to decide what to do for Thankgiving.  I might just stay home alone.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1889858505445645056?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1889858505445645056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1889858505445645056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1889858505445645056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1889858505445645056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-4799043876111981263</id><published>2008-11-11T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:56:00.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things list</title><content type='html'>So I was tagged by Sally to do this list, so I thought that I would do it since I am sitting at my desk waiting for a warrant to serve...  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV shows I watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;2.  Conan O'Brien&lt;br /&gt;3.  There aren't any more!!!  Who has time to watch TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;2.  Bajio&lt;br /&gt;3.  Red Robin&lt;br /&gt;4.  Applebees&lt;br /&gt;5.  Ruth's Chris&lt;br /&gt;6.  Hot Dog King&lt;br /&gt;7.  Carrabbas&lt;br /&gt;8.  Gloria's Little Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things that happened yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I finished the book I was reading (Double Cross by James Patterson)&lt;br /&gt;2.  I made dinner after I got home from work&lt;br /&gt;3.  I worked all day....  busy day!!&lt;br /&gt;4.  I helped Abby with homework&lt;br /&gt;5.  I talked to my brother on the phone&lt;br /&gt;6.  I went to bed early!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7.  sorry... nothing else happened... it was busy but boring today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I look forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the economy stabilizing&lt;br /&gt;2.  my older kids moving out so they stop bickering and realize how the "real world" is rather than just telling me how they think it is&lt;br /&gt;3.  grandchildren... in about 10 years&lt;br /&gt;4.  my youngest child starting school&lt;br /&gt;5.  retirement...  only 8 more years!!!&lt;br /&gt;6.  my husband finishing his national test and being DONE with the last 8 years of heck!!&lt;br /&gt;7.  my children going to college and being successful&lt;br /&gt;8.  having time to read a book or visit with family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  a cruise with my husband&lt;br /&gt;2.  catching up on my scrapbooks&lt;br /&gt;3.  a scrapbook room!!!&lt;br /&gt;4.  a clean house... or a housekeeper that comes every so often!!&lt;br /&gt;5.  weight loss around my middle area..... (belly and thighs)&lt;br /&gt;6.  enough bills paid off so I don't have to worry about money&lt;br /&gt;7.   a holiday spent with my family..  (I am thinking next year to be with my family back East for Thanksgiving)&lt;br /&gt;8.  a trip abroad with my husband...  and with my kids would be even better... if I could afford it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  spending time with family&lt;br /&gt;2.  decorating my house for seasons and holidays&lt;br /&gt;3.  smell of freshly baked bread, apple crisp, etc.&lt;br /&gt;4.  babies (specifically the smell of newborns and the laughter of babies and children)&lt;br /&gt;5.  warm, sunny days&lt;br /&gt;6.  the beach&lt;br /&gt;7.  days out with friends&lt;br /&gt;8.  vacations with the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I cannot stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  liars&lt;br /&gt;2.  people who think that they deserve to be given everything in live without having to work for it&lt;br /&gt;3.  people who hurt children&lt;br /&gt;4.  teenagers bickering and acting like they know everything&lt;br /&gt;5.  mean people&lt;br /&gt;6.  cooked vegetables, asian food, and gamey tasting meat&lt;br /&gt;7.  being cold&lt;br /&gt;8.  wet bathroom floors and clutter in my house!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-4799043876111981263?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/4799043876111981263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=4799043876111981263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4799043876111981263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4799043876111981263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-things-list.html' title='8 things list'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3566005893431728312</id><published>2008-11-05T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:24:42.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate snow....</title><content type='html'>I have had training in Salt Lake for the past few days, and today I woke up to snow!!  Where it took us 20 minutes to get there the past 2 days, it took an hour and a half today.   And when traffic is like that, there are always those entitled people that feel that their time is more valuable than everyone else's time, so they drive like a complete and utter asshole.. endangering everyone else on the road.  It irks me, and they MAYBE get there 3 seconds before everyone that they passed so inconsiderately.  I hate those driver!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3566005893431728312?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3566005893431728312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3566005893431728312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3566005893431728312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3566005893431728312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-snow.html' title='i hate snow....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5389994976290717389</id><published>2008-11-02T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:22:18.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend funnies....</title><content type='html'>I am having technical difficulties getting some Halloween photos out of the internal memory!!  We had 3 floods this year, and the first one was the worst one.  The carpet had to be replaced, and tomorrow is the day.  Finally!!  That one happened on July 3 and we are just now getting the carpet back in.  How frustrating!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to move the piano and a bunch of other heavy things, so Ryan was moving the piano with someone.  He had to move his legs to the side to keep from hitting things, and Miranda yells, "look at Dad, he looks like a Penguin!!"  Ryan had to walk with his legs to the side to get it moved.  LOL ....  It was cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was cleaning my closet and Abby came over and asked me what the word gay meant.  I told her it meant happy and it was a not nice word to describe it when boys like other boys and girls like other girls and that they kiss each other. *  (Even though it isn't a nice word, that doesn't keep me from using it sometimes.)  :)  Anyway, she asked me if I was sure it didn't mean that someone was HOT and TEMPTING?**   I told her that I was sure it didn't.  She replied, "well, then I have to tell some of the girls at my school that they are mistaken.... because they think that is what it means." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I had to be a little more descriptive since she is so young and I didn't want her to think that she is gay because she has "girl friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**  Disturbing that 7-8 year old girls would want to use a term that would describe someone as hot and tempting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5389994976290717389?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5389994976290717389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5389994976290717389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5389994976290717389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5389994976290717389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-funnies.html' title='Weekend funnies....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6546103684213605600</id><published>2008-10-31T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:50:43.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The earring photos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SQvDUvs272I/AAAAAAAAAI0/S-tpv1gG_lQ/s1600-h/P1010589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515350681972578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SQvDUvs272I/AAAAAAAAAI0/S-tpv1gG_lQ/s320/P1010589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; So, when Abby saw Miranda crying, she cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SQvDIW0yzwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MvUmzi4bH0o/s1600-h/P1010582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515137845939970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SQvDIW0yzwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MvUmzi4bH0o/s320/P1010582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when it was all over, they LOVED them and the crying subsided.  This is overexposed because I grabbed the wrong camera...  Miranda's photo was worse.  I will post better ones tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515559481060978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SQvDg5icLnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gb_Kso1oZjI/s320/P1010590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6546103684213605600?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6546103684213605600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6546103684213605600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6546103684213605600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6546103684213605600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/earring-photos.html' title='The earring photos!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SQvDUvs272I/AAAAAAAAAI0/S-tpv1gG_lQ/s72-c/P1010589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2475743860091360855</id><published>2008-10-28T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:26:22.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear piercings....</title><content type='html'>So, the two small girls have been asking and asking to get their ears pierced.  We finally let them do it last night.  By tonight, the tears have dried up and they are proudly wearing around their earrings... but it was a trip to get to this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda went first, and she cried so Abby had to cry.  She finally stopped crying until Abby got her first ear pierced and then it started all over again.  Then, before bedtime it was a struggle to get them to allow me to touch them so that I could clean them.   I gave them both a chance to back out, even while they were sitting there getting the dots drawn on, but neither wanted to get down and forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2475743860091360855?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2475743860091360855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2475743860091360855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2475743860091360855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2475743860091360855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/ear-piercings.html' title='Ear piercings....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-8119804029964767160</id><published>2008-10-23T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:59:11.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The PED EGG</title><content type='html'>A Ped Egg is a great foot exfoliator. It looks like a cheese grater, and it removes dead skin from your feet. Of course, they have commercials on TV, hence my 8 year old knows all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came down to me today and informed me that my husband needs one and she made the following declaration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, dad needs to use your Ped Egg. You know that gross, dead skin on the bottom of his feet? Well, he ripped a hole in your sheets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, what she said is true... he did rip a hole in my sheets with his feet. And they were kinda expensive sheets. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-8119804029964767160?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/8119804029964767160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=8119804029964767160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8119804029964767160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8119804029964767160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/ped-egg.html' title='The PED EGG'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6273291071485293150</id><published>2008-10-23T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:46:55.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO</title><content type='html'>So....  I am doing laundry today after I got home from work.  I have the twins' dirty clothes basket and I find a pair of Ryan's "normal" underwear in there that he wears while he is playing basketball.  :)  Sorry, Ryan, it is imperative information.  Anyway, I hold them up and ask the twins, "why are your dad's underwear in here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on Br***'s face was priceless.  She informed me that she has been wearing them and that they are comfy because they are not "restrictive on her legs," but she wondered "why there was so much room in the crotch area."   A*** and I laughed so hard that our abs hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6273291071485293150?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6273291071485293150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6273291071485293150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6273291071485293150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6273291071485293150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/lmao.html' title='LMAO'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7974764579197416099</id><published>2008-10-22T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:05:41.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook virgin.....</title><content type='html'>So, I just opened a Facebook account.  I have never used it before, and I really don't have time to be looking at yet another website....  but I did it anyway.  And, as I was looking through my daughters'  profiles I see a kid that we caught sending pictures of his um..."member" to kids.  That makes a mom feel proud!!  I just about had a coronary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I HATE cold weather... and I was NOT ready for it...  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7974764579197416099?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7974764579197416099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7974764579197416099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7974764579197416099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7974764579197416099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/facebook-virgin.html' title='Facebook virgin.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3993266581272832331</id><published>2008-10-20T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:14:43.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Injustice.....</title><content type='html'>So, Hepatitis shots (both A and B) come in a series of shots.  You have to get one, wait about a month and get the second one, then get the third one six months later.  So, I get one for her, and return in the next month to get her the second one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show up and the nurse tells me that they are out of them.  I return 2 weeks later, and am told again that they are out of them.  The doctor stops me in the hall to ask about my son's surgery earlier this year, and he asks why I am there.  I explain, and he tells me that he was sure that he saw some of the shots in the refrigerator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse shakes her head and says there aren't any.  The doctor insists that he just saw a bunch of them in the refrigerator, and the nurse shakes her head and says that they are only for Medicaid patients.  The doctor tells her to give me one, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that it has come to this?  How is it that I am paying for my medical services and I am refused them, but someone that gets them for free is allowed to have them?  It makes me sick...  I am not the only one this has happened to, I heard about it happening to someone else before it happened to me, too.  So injust.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3993266581272832331?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3993266581272832331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3993266581272832331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3993266581272832331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3993266581272832331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/injustice.html' title='Injustice.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3088300143696954359</id><published>2008-10-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:11:27.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day, another dollar</title><content type='html'>So, I have had a tough case at work this week....  and my house let it show.  To add to the tension of the case, the worst child abuse and neglect case we have EVER seen.....  we are having to cut our budget so badly that it is rumored that we have to lay off or move to the jail about 14 employees.  They are demoting Lt's, and not replacing some that have just quit.  It is sad, we barely have enough staff to deal with issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our commissioners have mishandled our money.  They also say they cannot justify a force as large as our for a mere 17,000 homes that are in the areas we patrol.  What they are not considering, is the MILLIONS that come from Salt Lake and spend time in our canyons, driving through on their way to the sand dunes, etc.  MOST of our enforcement comes from that.  I, alone, arrested 48 DUI's, over 500 alcohol offenses, 397 drug arrests, etc. last year .... all by myself.  Our department gets money from every ticket we write, a percentage.  The average drug ticket is a thousand dollars, $500 each for the possession and paraphernalia.  You usually cannot have one without the other, because the packaging is considered paraphernalia.  The county stands to lose even more money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our commissioners suck.... and they need to be held accountable for their mismanagement.  They even laughed and said, "Oh, and I guess we missed the deadline to raise property taxes.  Oh well.... "  and started laughing about it.  We pay taxes on the level of Sanpete County, but we are nearly as large as Salt Lake County.... we don't have enough money to continue operating.  Sad that they are getting away with it.  I hope the newpaper finds out and reams them for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3088300143696954359?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3088300143696954359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3088300143696954359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3088300143696954359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3088300143696954359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='another day, another dollar'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5442995565356836931</id><published>2008-10-12T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:19:44.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please help</title><content type='html'>Will someone please tell my husband that it is very rude and inconsiderate to people you live with if you just take off and don't tell anyone you are leaving.  Not to mention that he rarely answers his cell because he cannot hear it.  Two days in a row he has taken off and I am searching the house but cannot find him.  About an hour later he comes walking in like everything is normal and I am furious.  I needed to ask him something and the younger girls and I were searching all over the house.  GRRRR..  maybe I am wrong, but I think it isn't very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5442995565356836931?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5442995565356836931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5442995565356836931' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5442995565356836931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5442995565356836931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-help.html' title='please help'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-736949118817476594</id><published>2008-10-08T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:31:06.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love it!!</title><content type='html'>I have to say (especially to Native Minnow as he shares my love of Banana Cream Pie) that the Banana Cream Pie milkshake from Carl's Junior is incredible!!!  Also, I am proud of myself.  I have been collecting scrapbook packets and paper for forever.  I have done HALF of the packets and try to do one every night since they have sat there for over a year!!  I plan to have the packets and paper used up by the time it takes me to save enough money to buy new stuff!!  I might actually have somewhere to put all the photos I have printed out!!  Native Minnow, if you come down this weekend we will try to bring you a caramel apple... just let us know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber, I cannot look at your blog!!  Can you send me access?  PLEASE?  Thanks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-736949118817476594?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/736949118817476594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=736949118817476594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/736949118817476594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/736949118817476594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotta-love-it.html' title='Gotta love it!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7301662353169380027</id><published>2008-10-07T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:41:42.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I got all excited putting up my Halloween decorations!!  I love Halloween.  What is there NOT to love about binging on unlimited amounts of candy, candy corn, CARAMEL APPLES, and getting all dressed up.  Scaring people is fun, too....  :)  Caramel apples are my favorite.  I had Ryan take me to Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory for one about a month ago.  They were out and I have still been craving one!! I need to go get me one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7301662353169380027?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7301662353169380027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7301662353169380027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7301662353169380027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7301662353169380027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1638930348608213398</id><published>2008-10-02T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:32:24.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend plans ruined?</title><content type='html'>So, for conference weekend, especiallly since I have EARLY church, I enjoy hanging around the house in my pajamas and listen to conference on the TV while I scrapbook.  I have done it for years, so long as I did not work a night shift the night before and was sleeping during the conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I have a bunch of packets to do and was looking forward to it.  I also have a demolition derby to attend on Saturday in Tooele.  So....  I get to enjoy the weekend.  My dad called last week to tell me that he and his wife will be visiting from Friday until past the next weekend, basically 10 days.  I am glad to have them, but I cannot scrapbook and spend the time ignoring them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my step mother enjoys Rod Works, Tai Pan, and the places like that.  I usually delight in taking her, but I have been avoiding those places like the plague so I am not tempted to spend money I do not have.  I will take her, but I WILL BE GOOD.  I still might scrap a little this weekend, but not much since I cannot do it and interact with others at the same time.   Wish me luck at my two favorite stores and not spending any money!!  :)  I am sure I will need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1638930348608213398?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1638930348608213398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1638930348608213398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1638930348608213398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1638930348608213398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-plans-ruined.html' title='Weekend plans ruined?'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7648897378496436850</id><published>2008-10-01T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:31:47.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photo of the wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SOOh3kJK-TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_S7mDTQEHOc/s1600-h/2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219566411151666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SOOh3kJK-TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_S7mDTQEHOc/s320/2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claims it wasn't a wreck because she was "run off the road." You cannot see the drop off, but it is a steep one!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7648897378496436850?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7648897378496436850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7648897378496436850' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7648897378496436850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7648897378496436850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-of-wreck.html' title='photo of the wreck'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SOOh3kJK-TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_S7mDTQEHOc/s72-c/2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5289603456017143671</id><published>2008-09-29T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:52:28.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four year old mentality</title><content type='html'>I heard Miranda giving the dogs a treat, and they obediently waited their turn.  She was exiting the kitchen (where the treats are kept) and comes in to where I was scrapbooking, the dogs follow waiting for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda:  Look, they are learning. &lt;br /&gt;Me:  The dogs?  What are they learning?&lt;br /&gt;Miranda:  That I am their leader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5289603456017143671?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5289603456017143671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5289603456017143671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5289603456017143671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5289603456017143671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/four-year-old-mentality.html' title='Four year old mentality'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-4431808940541476130</id><published>2008-09-28T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:18:21.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe this?</title><content type='html'>I have to find a way to get a photo off of my phone and onto here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kaila wrecks the van.  She is driving around the Alpine Loop, up where the road narrows.  She had to scoot over to allow room for a passing truck and trailer, and went off the side of the road.  The shoulder there is only 3 inches, and it catches your tire and pulls you off the road.    I get this photo from one of her coworkers that I know.  The van is hanging over a cliff with a huge, steep dropoff. The van is being held up by a small tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy that she wrecked the van, but it could have happened to any of us.  I am just glad that the tree stopped it, or else everyone would be coming over for a funeral.  It is so scary.  I thank Heavenly Father for the tree....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-4431808940541476130?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/4431808940541476130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=4431808940541476130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4431808940541476130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4431808940541476130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-you-believe-this.html' title='Can you believe this?'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6179581833232193750</id><published>2008-09-26T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:49:08.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from an 8 year old...</title><content type='html'>I returned home from work late..  or I should say early because it was 4:30 in the morning.  I foun the following note from my 7 year old on 3 sticky notes stuck together on my dresser.  She said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mom, I got emberstx (embarassed) at school and I want to move.  Or be home schooled.  I wold like to be home schooled." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the cutest thing ever.  Poor baby!!  Apparently, she freaked out when she saw a bee at school so all of the kids made fun of her.  I am going to go kick their little asses.....  they hurt her feelings....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6179581833232193750?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6179581833232193750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6179581833232193750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6179581833232193750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6179581833232193750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-from-8-year-old.html' title='Letter from an 8 year old...'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7872325208033433458</id><published>2008-09-26T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:35:57.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never buy a timeshare.....</title><content type='html'>I guess I should not say  never buy a timeshare, but NEVER buy one from Miner's Club!!  They misrepresented it when we bought it originally, by telling us we could use one week a year, any time we wanted so long as there was a room available.  You could reserve them up to 2 years in advance. If you could not use it, you could rent it out... they tell us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we buy it thinking that we would use it.  We have a HUGE book full of other resorts we can use.  The year after we buy it, they change it and we can only use it during weeks 14-18 and 38-48.  So, tell me...  who wants to ski the last week of April through the first week of May.  Or the end of October through the first week of December?  NOBODY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to use the resorts in the HUGE book, you spend nearly an hour on the phone getting transferred around, you pay $39 to use your points from last year, and if you are letting someone use it, another $49 for a guest fee.  When you actually check in, you pay a $55 housekeeping fee...  for them to clean when you leave... and if you want CLEAN TOWELS every day, a mere $14 a day will get you some.  Be sure to wash all of your dishes before you leave, or you will be charged extra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my $610 annual fee use for?  It is supposed to be a maintenance fee...  like maybe housekeeping?  What a crock and a scam.  We cannot afford to use it, nor can we rent it because the times are so stupid.  I hate this place, they are crooks.  Miner's Club is a scam!!  This is one of the biggest regrets of my entire life.  Oh, and I did some research and had a company recommended by several realtors to sell it for us.  They charged $600 to sell it, and it is "guaranteed" to sell.  ANOTHER SCAM.  It is guaranteed to sell, but it make take 10 years to sell it.  I want my money back from them, too!!!  GRRRRRR!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7872325208033433458?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7872325208033433458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7872325208033433458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7872325208033433458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7872325208033433458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-buy-timeshare.html' title='Never buy a timeshare.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1497744524375170889</id><published>2008-09-25T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:13:49.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh!!</title><content type='html'>Teenagers are killing me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1497744524375170889?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1497744524375170889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1497744524375170889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1497744524375170889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1497744524375170889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh my gosh!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3649567880010291557</id><published>2008-09-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:31:26.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>days off!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I think I just set some type of record.  Other than when I was on vacation that I had to use or I would lose it... I just had 3 days off in a row!!  I haven't done that in a long time.  :)  I read 2 books, cleaned the carpets, conditioned the leather couches, cooked some stuff to put together quickly later, did some scrapbooking, made it to all 3 hours of church, and helped kids with homework.  Wow, is that what being a real mom feels like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3649567880010291557?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3649567880010291557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3649567880010291557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3649567880010291557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3649567880010291557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/days-off.html' title='days off!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5105583148432772597</id><published>2008-09-21T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:04:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love it</title><content type='html'>So, I saw my youngest outside riding her tricycle.  She came back in and I told her, "I saw you riding your trike outside.  You are getting very good at riding it."  She looks as me and asks, "was I speeding?"  LOL......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5105583148432772597?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5105583148432772597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5105583148432772597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5105583148432772597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5105583148432772597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/gotta-love-it.html' title='Gotta love it'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3809148219559655739</id><published>2008-09-18T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:03:58.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!!</title><content type='html'>Today is our 9 year anniversary!!  I am grateful that my husband has been able to put up with me, my hectic work schedule, and my children for the past nine years!!  He has certainly secured his place in heaven with his sacrifice!!  We are officially poor...  but I got him a CD and some chocolates, and he got me some shoes I wanted.  We did lunch on Saturday at Red Robin.  Better than nothing!!  We might do something tonight.  I do still have some free movie tickets!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3809148219559655739?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3809148219559655739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3809148219559655739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3809148219559655739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3809148219559655739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-586225643649636699</id><published>2008-09-11T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:13:58.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dilemma....</title><content type='html'>So, we have a 4 month old that dies from being shaken, thrown, and punched by the father.  It is lying there on life support to preserve the organs while we make a decision.  There is a baby lying right next to it that needs a heart to live, and the babys are a match.  If we take the heart from the shaken baby, it messes up our case against the father due to the fact that we cannot perform a complete autopsy on the baby.  If we don't give the other baby this heart, it will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like a no-brainer to me... but we had to argue about it all morning yesterday.  The "give the baby the heart it needs and we will do what we can to prosecute the father" club finally won out.  I think that there is enough physical evidence without a complete autopsy to put this guy away for a long time.  But, this is a very lenient county so who knows....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-586225643649636699?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/586225643649636699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=586225643649636699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/586225643649636699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/586225643649636699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/dilemma.html' title='the dilemma....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5799083861180646446</id><published>2008-09-09T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:21:09.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>media makes me mad</title><content type='html'>So, I arrested a guy on Friday.  The media sees his booking sheet and the charges.  This was a delayed rape case.  They assume it just happened and it is all over the news with inaccurate facts reported in conjunction with it.  That is so annoying.  And, I requested he have a high bail as he is faces the same charges and worse in 2 other jurisdictions, and his bail is only $10,000.  He can get $1,000 and get out.  That is not high!!  Work can be so frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5799083861180646446?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5799083861180646446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5799083861180646446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5799083861180646446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5799083861180646446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/media-makes-me-mad.html' title='media makes me mad'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7587046888802842056</id><published>2008-09-07T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:55:08.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe things are looking up?</title><content type='html'>So, the guy came to cut a carpet sample so they could replace it with the original carpeting.  They cut a one foot square out of the room next to Chase's room.  :)   Soooo, they are now replacing the carpet in the hallway and that weird I-have-no-idea-what-kind-of-room-this-is room next to his for free!!  That is where the damage was from the last flood and I was just going to have them replace the padding and clean the carpet.  Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Yardley's received a fresh bout of beef from their family and didn't have enough room in their freezer for it all.  We were the lucky recipients of a lot of beef!!  (I had looked into buying half of one to save money, but it was nearly $700 for half!!!) So, maybe things are looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly....  and this kinda irritates me... we have these incentive programs at work for our health insurance.  It requires that we do quarterly activities.  If you participate in the competition ones... which are more work than the seminars, then you get put in a drawing at the end.  I always sign up hubby and do all of his tracking for him so I get the bonus in my check.  (They give us $20 for employees and $10 for spouses to participate as a way of reimbursement for the ultra-high deductible we have every year.)  Anyway, there is always a drawing for prizes at the end of the competitions for various prizes ranging from water bottles to VISA giftcards.  Well, hubby won a $100 gift card in May, and he won another one this time!!  He graciously told me I could have it to buy myself an anniversary gift.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7587046888802842056?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7587046888802842056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7587046888802842056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7587046888802842056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7587046888802842056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe-things-are-looking-up.html' title='maybe things are looking up?'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6331533259666759968</id><published>2008-09-03T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:15:28.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is in the air....</title><content type='html'>The crispness in the morning is now evident.  Though apple crisp is a good reason to love fall... since it signifies the end of summer... I hate it.  I am not ready for summer to be over.  I feel like I didn't get to enjoy it very much.  :(  And I am most certainly not ready for snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6331533259666759968?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6331533259666759968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6331533259666759968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6331533259666759968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6331533259666759968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-is-in-air.html' title='Fall is in the air....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2644640884761070766</id><published>2008-09-01T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:23:19.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is enough</title><content type='html'>So, since July 3 I have had 3 house floods.  (A kitchen sink pipe broke and molded out Chase's room, an irrigation pipe burst, and hot water heater flooded right outside of Chase's room.)  Of course, the first flood reported to my home insurance has a $1000 deductible.. and they threw away a lot of Chase's things... including his mattresses... then told me my insurance will not cover contents for mold.  On top of that was the repair bill also not covered by insurance.  The second was only the cost of the repair and no damage occurred except that it happened on the first day of my 2 1/2 week vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on that first day, my cell phone broke.  It would make no audible noises so I could not hear the guy calling to tell me that it had broken and was filling up the window wells.  We got that taken care of.  The lawnmower broke.  We even tried to borrow one to mow yard, but neighbors were using theirs.  Ryan's starter went out on his car.  Then the hot water heater busted.  I sucked up over 7 buckets of water and tried to dry it out with fans.  I am not sure if what I did was sufficient, but I am trying to not have another claim.  I will have to pay for the padding to be replaced myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also painted Chase's room myself.  They did not bother to tell me that I had to order new carpet for his room.  So, we still have not put his room back together.  Some of his room contents got wet during the other flood.  It is annoying.   Then, K*** took the van offroad where I told her to NEVER take the van....  and she put a 4 inch gash in one of the tires.  First she could not find the spare, then found it but it was flat, so hubby had to go get the tire, take it down and replace it, and return up there.  That little stunt will cause me 2 tires and an alignment.  What else?  I cannot handle any more.   Hence, I worked alcohol shifts all weekend long to try to pay for the "misfortunes."  UGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2644640884761070766?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2644640884761070766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2644640884761070766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2644640884761070766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2644640884761070766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/09/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is enough'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5236146159999381692</id><published>2008-08-02T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:28:44.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WV times</title><content type='html'>So, I am here in WV for my 20 year class reunion.  There isn't much to do here, except for visit relatives.  :)  I am OK with that, but the kids have been bored and I hear about it often.  I have learned that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  M** and Ab*** do NOT like the bugs at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;2.  However, M** and Ab** DO LOVE the fireflys.  ( I call them lightning bugs.  :)  They like to catch and release them.&lt;br /&gt;3.  When in humid climates, it feels like you have to breath through peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Time has NOT been good to all of us.  There are people I used to hang out with that I did not even recognize.   Some did not change at all!!  (Skinny bitches!!) &lt;br /&gt;5.  It is nice to see what people have been doing, what they turned out like, and such.  But, with a class of almost 600 people, there are a lot that I don't even know.  The big dinner is tonight, in about an hour... so I had better get dressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving tomorrow afternoon for Charleston, SC, and after a few days we are off to Florida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5236146159999381692?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5236146159999381692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5236146159999381692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5236146159999381692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5236146159999381692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/08/wv-times.html' title='WV times'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-983043075989939901</id><published>2008-07-19T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:59:48.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retarded....</title><content type='html'>So, I have tried to add links to various other person's blogs that I like to look at, because it is hard to have to keep typing in their entire addresses.  I added them to the template on dashboard, and they are not showing up.  I thought that I might have had a typo, so I copied and pasted, then just changed the name part... it is STILL not working.  So, to those of you whose links do not show up....  that is why I haven't looked that much at your blogs.... and SORRY!!  I am still working on it,.... but it is rather frustrating....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-983043075989939901?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/983043075989939901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=983043075989939901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/983043075989939901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/983043075989939901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/07/retarded.html' title='retarded....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1236603012799847128</id><published>2008-07-15T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:19:13.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News....</title><content type='html'>To update the previous post, I learned that the Mexican consulate buried her children for free.  No wonder she had PLENTY of money left over.....  Makes me even more angry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out patrolling Utah Lake on wave runners.  I had returned to our boat of back-up persons (the State Parks guys) and was waiting for my sgt and other coworker to return.  Well, here comes my sgt.  He didn't realize how fast he was going and before I knew it, his wave runner was on top of my, I was jolted off of mine and landed with my back against the State Parks boat.  I had to go to the ER and get a cat scan (guess what?  I DO have a brain in there.)  I am bruised up, and cannot sleep well.  I also can hardly put pants on.  Might look funny when I am in court tomorrow, so I will suffer through it.  I prefer to not get a lewdness charge.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, lastly, I am moving to a detectives position in the Sex Crimes unit, effective Saturday the 26th.  This will be a very challenging, yet rewarding, position for me.  And, there goes my overtime, so finances will be worse off.... so the kids had better start learning to do without.  Luckily, I have been acquiring suits from thrift stores, so I have a few to get started with.  I will now wear suits to work, and will switch to an unmarked vehicle.  Kinda excited to not have to wear a vest to work, everyday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1236603012799847128?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1236603012799847128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1236603012799847128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1236603012799847128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1236603012799847128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/07/news.html' title='News....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7076055195423752775</id><published>2008-07-11T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:14:24.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgraceful....</title><content type='html'>There was recently an accident in a local canyon that was one of the worst I have seen.  Two children were ejected from the vehicle and killed.  Their mother was the at-fault driver, and had pulled out in front of another vehicle.  The mother had no driver's license, no insurance on her vehicle, and is in our country illegally.  She drove a beat up 4 door sedan.  During the accident, the officers endured a constant slew of foul language and insults from her while they struggled to attend, medically, to her injured children and her nephew that was later transported by life flight.  The poor man she pulled out in front of was due more sympathy.   He felt so wretched, even though it wasn't his fault, because he had just hit a car.  (I also should mention, the kids were ejected from the car because she neglected to have them in seat belts, let alone the one required a car seat, and there wasn't one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, the mother was driving down the road.... again with no license and no insurance.  She had 4 warrants for her arrest, all for driving with no license and no insurance.  This time, she was driving a Lincoln Escalade with souped up rims, leather interior, and the works.  How did she afford this $80,000 vehicle?  With the fund set up by the public for her at the bank, so she could bury her children.  I guess there was some left over.....    I just wanted to make the gullible public aware..... it makes me angry.  There are others who try to help themselves that deserve this more than this lady....  Oh, and she had just left the jail where she had bailed her sister's husband out of jail.  I am sure she had enough to post bail for herself.... so don't worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7076055195423752775?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7076055195423752775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7076055195423752775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7076055195423752775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7076055195423752775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/07/disgraceful.html' title='Disgraceful....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3250055859273693089</id><published>2008-07-08T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:04:08.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>I had resolved to do better at posting stuff, and then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our air conditioner broke and make the floor in front of the heater SOAKING wet.  I did what I could, but the padding under the carpet had to removed and carpet is STILL wet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, I went downstairs to retrieve some Fourth of July decorations.  I noticed a weird smell, and determined Chase's bedroom as the cause.  I told him to deep clean it.  He comes upstairs with some blankets, soaking wet and full of mold.  He tells me that his wall is bubbled, black, and molded.... as is the carpet under his bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLLLOOOO?  Do you not know when there is a TON of mold in your room?  His clothes that were on the floor are ruined, as are the matresses in his room.  I had a hard time finding someone that would insure our house, due to the pool.  I am sure that it will be gone after this one.  The plumber (who I called first) said he could not open the wall as all of the mold spores would dissipate all over the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought that they (the restoration company my insurance made me call) had already called the "mold specialist"who is required by law to take mold samples and make a plan to remove it...due to the fact that it is over 10 square feet.  I thought that they had already cut the wall away, as there is a big sign stating you could not enter Chase's room.  Well, it is still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plumber cut a small hole, initially, and told me that he thought that it was the kitchen sink that was leaking, and to not use it for a while.  So, we have been without a kitchen sink since Thursday.  It is starting to get old.  There are 8 people that eat here!!  The mold guy came today, and it will take 2-3 days for him to finish the assessment and write the removal plan.  It will be another 2-5 days actually getting it taken out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they had not called the mold guy prior to today because they weren't sure if my insurance would cover it, or not.  Well, DUH!!  Even if they don't cover it, it has to be removed.  I can't just lock up my basement and never go down there again.  I am irritated, can you tell?  The best news?  My house insurance deductible is $1,000, the AC repair was almost $700, and he has to return next week to fix the AC because my duct work is too small, causing it to freeze up because the blower is working harder than it has to!!   $$$$$  Grrrr, I cannot ever seem to have smooth sailing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3250055859273693089?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3250055859273693089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3250055859273693089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3250055859273693089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3250055859273693089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-me.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2171055425969536296</id><published>2008-07-02T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:02:58.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love summer!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I love summer, but I don't necessarily like it in my uniform.  That vest gets HOT!!  I had to work at UVUtopia the other night, and they had these country singers there.  YUCK!!  So, I have no idea who they are, but it was Josh Gracon, Collin Raye, and Joe Nichols.  Josh and Joe were easy on the eyes, Joe was tall, Josh was buff....  so I am backstage with them, helping someone who turned out to be Collin Raye's manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Gracon started talking to me, and the girls at the perimeter were freaking out.  Two girls were just standing there, and I asked him if he cold go over and take a photo with them since they were not being obnoxious.  He told me to bring them back, if I wanted to.  I went and got them, and took them backstage.  He put his arms around them and I took pictures.  They went back out.  They were so grateful, it was my good deed for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I got an invitation to his hotel room.  I informed him that I was old and married.  He tells me, "well, it's my drummer's room.  He's older than me and I thought that you might want to come and hang out."  I was a little offended, but then he explained that they all hang out in his room because it is a larger room.  I know I am OLD, but geesh.......  He also explained that they are all married, but people always come and hang out in their rooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said they like to learn about the area, and was asking me questions about a recent fatal accident in Provo Canyon involving a female, BYU athelete.  He told me he had researched the area a little, and always does before going to a new area.  He was very nice, and went over and talked to a lot of the fans.  Too bad it was country music.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2171055425969536296?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2171055425969536296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2171055425969536296' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2171055425969536296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2171055425969536296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/07/gotta-love-summer.html' title='Gotta love summer!!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5564882585621472273</id><published>2008-06-30T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:13:01.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>run in with Ventura police.....</title><content type='html'>So, while in Santa Barbara, I could not resist going to the thrift stores in Ventura while the kids were at the beach on a COLD day.  I dropped them off and headed over.  I had to park my vehicle next to a local park because I drove around a while and all the spaces were full by the thrift stores.  When I was returning with my treasures, this homeless guy tells me that I owe him $10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me it is because someone was going to urinate on my door handle, and he stopped him.  Apparently, he charges a $10 fee for protecting my vehicle.  I didn't have it, so I told him too bad but I didn't have $10.  He then pulled out his THING and started peeing on my vehicle, getting closer and closer to my door handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was getting close to it, so I had to do SOMETHING.  I thought I would rather have pee on my foot than my hand when I had to get in the Xterra, so I kicked him in the groin from in front.  (kicking him from under would have landed pee in my face.)  He hit the ground, and I ran to the park bathroom and washed my foot and found an empty cup that I filled with water and rinsed off my Xterra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was still in a fetal position when I rinsed off the vehicle and slowly backed out to avoid hitting him.  I was pulled over by Ventura police:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police: Ma'am, did you just kick a guy in the groin?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Sure did.&lt;br /&gt;Police:  Would you like to explain yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him what happened.  He laughed, and asked me to fill out a statement so he could  take the guy to where they drop off the mentally ill.  I had to tell him I was an officer because he asked to see my ID and I had a gun with me, in my purse.  That was at the end of the conversation.  He decided he didn't want to see it, and said he had an urge to call my boss and tell him I was a hard ass, but he said he was sure he already knew that.  I am NOT a hard ass, I just will not allow someone to do those things to me, or anyone else for that matter, if I can help it.  I kinda felt bad, the guy was homeless and obviously was mentally challenged.  But I HATE germs, and I DON'T do bodily fluids!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5564882585621472273?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5564882585621472273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5564882585621472273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5564882585621472273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5564882585621472273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/06/run-in-with-ventura-police.html' title='run in with Ventura police.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5612780165604233600</id><published>2008-06-27T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:04:31.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again....</title><content type='html'>Well, I survived the week with the girls.  I am worn out, though!!  I am glad we came home when we did, they didn't really start making crazy until the last day.  They were pretty good, for the most part.  I was just the taxi cab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was gone, I was pondering some embarassing and humiliating things my kids have said, out loud, in public....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi***  (pointing at a man in Wal-Mart and yelling really LOUD)  "look at that man, mom.  He is UGLY.  Do you see the UGLY man, mom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A**  (when she was 2 years old, and at the beach, a little african-american girl says "hi" to her)  "Mom!! That monkey said hi to me."  (just let me die now, I thought... as her dad headed my way with an angry look on his face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B** and A**  used to always offer this proposal when going through a fast food drive through "Do you want to come home with us and be our dad?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K**, age 2, "look at that lady mom, she has a biggy, biggy butt."  It WAS HUGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous more, but those were the worst that came to mind.  :)  Gotta love what comes out of their mouths, sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5612780165604233600?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5612780165604233600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5612780165604233600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5612780165604233600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5612780165604233600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-again.html' title='Home again....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7396476998407021573</id><published>2008-06-16T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:52:29.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love summer</title><content type='html'>So, the twins are in summer school, K** is working full-time, C** and Al** are working part time, and the little ones are bored every day.  I finally got the pool cleaned up and in shape, and the hot tub is fixed.  If only I had time to use them.  I have been working a lot, and next Sunday I leave to take 5 teenage girls to Santa Barbara for their senior trip.  I hope I live through that one......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7396476998407021573?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7396476998407021573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7396476998407021573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7396476998407021573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7396476998407021573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/06/gotta-love-summer.html' title='Gotta love summer'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2041180148308386755</id><published>2008-06-16T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:50:15.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my privacies.......</title><content type='html'>So, my 7 year old daughter asked me, "Mom, were you bleeding a lot when dad cut your privacies so that M** could come out?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes, I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:  Well, I will make sure that I have a baby with a small head, then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mouths of babes......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2041180148308386755?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2041180148308386755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2041180148308386755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2041180148308386755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2041180148308386755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-privacies.html' title='my privacies.......'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6369155942039568699</id><published>2008-05-08T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T07:15:41.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Already replacing me?</title><content type='html'>I was packing for a business trip in Miami and my 3 year old came in to help me.  Besides moving things I needed to take into a "I am not taking you pile" she turned to me and asked, "So, now who is going to be my mom?"  It was sad, but I assured her I would be home in a few days... unless I get shot here.  Makes me grateful to live in Utah.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6369155942039568699?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6369155942039568699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6369155942039568699' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6369155942039568699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6369155942039568699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/05/already-replacing-me.html' title='Already replacing me?'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-4990766927677182901</id><published>2008-04-21T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:39:52.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>remodel again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SAzMz6EfO8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GR_1zdBwg1k/s1600-h/101_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191749662584814530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SAzMz6EfO8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GR_1zdBwg1k/s200/101_0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SAzMWqEfO7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8xggCPz-ohc/s1600-h/101_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191749160073640882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SAzMWqEfO7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8xggCPz-ohc/s200/101_0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SAzMLaEfO6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vmO07eU1HHE/s1600-h/101_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191748966800112546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SAzMLaEfO6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vmO07eU1HHE/s200/101_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191749907397950418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SAzNCKEfO9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/c2tfu8ChOL8/s320/101_0782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to use my days off for the good of the house. I have to redo the white part of the fireplace. I am going to put slate and/or tile around it. But, I think it looks much better. I am making the curtains and some pillows to match because we got new couches but the pillows are the old ones that went with the other couch. Things are coming right along!!! The darker color is the new paint.  I tore down the double chair rail and painted it with Ralph Lauren suede paint. I LOVE that paint!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-4990766927677182901?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/4990766927677182901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=4990766927677182901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4990766927677182901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4990766927677182901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/04/remodel-again.html' title='remodel again.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/SAzMz6EfO8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GR_1zdBwg1k/s72-c/101_0783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-8512691306660830950</id><published>2008-04-07T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:39:53.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>curtain... please....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R_rtjdpi1oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DPE-27oz_oM/s1600-h/100_6199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186719114380629634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R_rtjdpi1oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DPE-27oz_oM/s320/100_6199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R_rtNNpi1nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_r_1OT_jWGU/s1600-h/100_6198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186718732128540274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R_rtNNpi1nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_r_1OT_jWGU/s320/100_6198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dilemma. I cannot afford blinds in the windows on the East side of my house, but in the spring and summer the sun heats up the house in the early morning, and the air conditioner struggles to catch up all day long. Sooooo..... my blessed friend, J***, offered to help me make some curtains. My hubby says that he never gets to decide anything about the inside of the house, so he chose the material. I sewed some of the sides (don't look closely at them, the sewing maching kinda got away from me sometimes.) :) But, I think that they look cute, and we can close them when it is warm to keep the morning sun out, but they are not so thick that no light can get in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if the weather would just get warm so I can test them out, I would appreciate it. I am sick of snow and cold!!! So, the first photo is after, and the second one is what it looked like before!! Please excuse the stuff on the table, I was sealing the counter tops and had to move everything. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-8512691306660830950?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/8512691306660830950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=8512691306660830950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8512691306660830950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8512691306660830950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/04/curtain-please.html' title='curtain... please....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R_rtjdpi1oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DPE-27oz_oM/s72-c/100_6199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5778697155939847075</id><published>2008-03-24T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:58:58.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When government workers daydream......</title><content type='html'>I work with a guy that works with the Forest Service. He was being transferred to San Francisco, and was talking about things he would miss. He mentioned the Woodsy the Owl and Smokey Bear costumes, and he would NOT miss wearing those. I asked him if he would like to wear them if he could do whatever he wanted, and I set up the following scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(first you have to know that there are fire restrictions in July and August where you cannot have fires in the canyons during this time due to extreme fire dangers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if you could put it on and we could work up a sting?&lt;br /&gt;Him: What kind of sting?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I could come up on a fire and tell them that Smokey the Bear would be upset to see it.. and then you come out of the woods with a shovel and start freaking out and start pounding the fire with the shovel and going beserk.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I will do it if you put on the Woodsy the Owl costume and join in the fun. You could starting kicking their litter that is lying about and pick it up and throw it at them.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK, but you know we will end up on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeah, and then we will get fired. But hey, it will be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thought while it lasted. Being the party pooper for a living can be a drag, at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5778697155939847075?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5778697155939847075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5778697155939847075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5778697155939847075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5778697155939847075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-government-workers-daydream.html' title='When government workers daydream......'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5948973779657774263</id><published>2008-03-13T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:39:54.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home renovations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R9lxrLOT0cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1zSTxsXXdRg/s1600-h/P1010566%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177294233200218562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R9lxrLOT0cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1zSTxsXXdRg/s200/P1010566%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R9lwybOT0bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xo5JFvbjHm8/s1600-h/P1010568%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177293258242642354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R9lwybOT0bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xo5JFvbjHm8/s200/P1010568%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided that if we were to dig out our crawl space, it would make a GREAT place to store our food storage that I have recently gotten serious about doing. So..... I asked Ryan to help me (and I am lucky enough that he obliged me.) Here are the beginning photos.... so we can log the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R9lvg7OT0XI/AAAAAAAAADs/G-tNowZfw0M/s1600-h/P1010567%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177291858083303794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R9lvg7OT0XI/AAAAAAAAADs/G-tNowZfw0M/s200/P1010567%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;progress. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R9lwErOT0aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nOFQw6vQ4RA/s1600-h/P1010569%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177292472263627170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R9lwErOT0aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nOFQw6vQ4RA/s200/P1010569%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;course, I bought cheap, plastic buckets that already broke, so I had to go and get new ones. I was afraid to buy them too big as they would be too heavy to carry out. The "door" is up off the ground about 4 feet, making shuttling in and our very difficult. We want to cut it to make it a big door, but we think it is a weight bearing wall, so we will have to reinforce the heck out of it. Plus, then we will have to cut a concrete wall. So, we have started, anyway. We took a day off, husband already gave himself a blister. I have to admit, though, pounding the rocks and dirt is kinda fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5948973779657774263?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5948973779657774263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5948973779657774263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5948973779657774263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5948973779657774263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-renovations.html' title='home renovations'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R9lxrLOT0cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1zSTxsXXdRg/s72-c/P1010566%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-346899543835118981</id><published>2008-03-04T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:31:10.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting old</title><content type='html'>Besides the fact that I am old enough to have a child graduating from high school this year, I just had to go buy some new eye lotion.  I had to get stuff for what I used to call old ladies, because I am now becoming one.  How depressing.  My 20 year class reunion is this summer, so I am feeling old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-346899543835118981?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/346899543835118981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=346899543835118981' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/346899543835118981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/346899543835118981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-getting-old.html' title='I am getting old'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5950265331260157585</id><published>2008-02-20T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:31:24.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am woman!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I called my husband to tell him I had fixed our new computer so that now the internet works.  And, I also informed him that I had fixed our dryer.  The vent hose had come off, and it was making a mess all over and fogging up our windows when we used it.  My husband said, "wow, you make a great husband."  LOL, he was just too busy, so I did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5950265331260157585?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5950265331260157585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5950265331260157585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5950265331260157585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5950265331260157585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-woman.html' title='I am woman!!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1921601971165155741</id><published>2008-02-18T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:41:14.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight watcher reject</title><content type='html'>Just after Christmas I went to Weight Watchers.  I am not saying I am obese, I just need a lose a few pounds to be in my "healthy" range.  Also, I do not eat well at all.  I was mostly going to learn to eat better.  So, I go in and pay my fees, and I am waiting to talk to another person.  The first lady comes over and hands me my check, and it is torn to shreds.  She just hands it to me, and the following conversation ensues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:  here you go (hands me the check) you can go now&lt;br /&gt;me:  i haven't gotten my stuff yet&lt;br /&gt;her:  i gave you your check back, you need to leave now&lt;br /&gt;me:  why?&lt;br /&gt;her:  you just need to leave&lt;br /&gt;me:  i haven't gotten my stuff yet, what is the problem&lt;br /&gt;her:  just leave&lt;br /&gt;me:  (as I was leaving) you are about rude!!  did you ever stop to consider that some people don't know how to eat right and just need to learn to eat more healthy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to say much worse, but there were other patrons in there and I didn't want to make them feel bad.  I was so hurt....  and pissed off!!!!  She could have at least nicely said why I had to leave and then I would have.  What was the problem?  I wasn't overweight enough?  That should not matter, I need to learn to eat better.  And besides, money is money, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1921601971165155741?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1921601971165155741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1921601971165155741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1921601971165155741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1921601971165155741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/02/weight-watcher-reject.html' title='weight watcher reject'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5277290053873296307</id><published>2008-02-18T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:35:08.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid funny....</title><content type='html'>I have been saving the "pop" tabs from soda cans for my Sgt.  His nephew had cancer in his leg, so they had to remove the bone.  He has a replacement, but it has to be replaced often as he is growing.  He is 7 years old.  Primary Children's Hospital gives them a credit to their account to offset the cost of his surgeries for each tab they bring in.  My youngest pulled one off and brought it to me, exclaiming, "for broken leg."  It is only funny because it is so innocent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are too many surgeries, they will remove the entire top of his leg, put his knee into his hip backwards so his foot faces backwards, making his ankle his new knee.  Then, they can put a prosthetic on his foot.....  so sad......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5277290053873296307?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5277290053873296307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5277290053873296307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5277290053873296307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5277290053873296307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/02/kid-funny.html' title='Kid funny....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-4483482714156144309</id><published>2008-02-11T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:19:17.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I will not get a Mother of the Year award</title><content type='html'>I always use sarcasm, I really don't know how to NOT use it.  However, there are some times my filter should have kicked on but did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blunder #1.... My son has to have surgery at Primary Children's Hospital to have some cysts removed.  They have no idea what they are or what is causing them.  My son asks, "mom, is this serious?  Am I going to die?"  I replied, "Noooo, not without a lot of expensive and painful tests and treatments first." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blunder #2..... One of my twins was bragging that she would soon be 17 years old.  I replied, "yeah, and then I lose you as a tax deduction, so you are pretty much useless to me after that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is all in one week....  to finish it off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my children lost her first tooth.  I stopped and got "Tooth Fairy" money on my way home from work......  yep, you guessed it, I then forgot to put it under her pillow.  She had slept on my floor in my room, so I told her that the Fairy must have been confused and left it in her room.  She told me she had already checked.  DANG!!  I went in and put it in her pillowcase, then pointed out that she should check there as it is dark and the Fairy is just feeling around in the dark.  Her face lit up when she found it, but she was disappointed for hours while she thought she had been forgotten.  Whew!!  I barely rescued that one.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-4483482714156144309?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/4483482714156144309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=4483482714156144309' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4483482714156144309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4483482714156144309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-i-will-not-get-mother-of-year-award.html' title='Why I will not get a Mother of the Year award'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6560249298900652225</id><published>2008-02-07T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:19:08.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer problems...</title><content type='html'>My work computer (laptop) and my house computer both broke at the same time.  I just got my work one up and running.  I bought a new one for the house, but I had to pay for it today to get the sale price, and it will be here next week.  I am making the kids each donate some to the new one, since they are ones that broke it.  Maybe that is too mean, but I don't care.....  :)  I am hoping they will think next time before they ruin this one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6560249298900652225?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6560249298900652225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6560249298900652225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6560249298900652225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6560249298900652225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/02/computer-problems.html' title='Computer problems...'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3151178563685522263</id><published>2008-02-04T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:11:44.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie deeds, done dirt cheap...</title><content type='html'>So, our Yorkie is so cute, I decided he should spread the good genes around.  I put an ad in a local newspaper, and studed him out.  (Pimp doggy dog.)  :)  So, a few people have answered, and I have not received any money because I didn't want any until I was certain he wasn't sterile.  In the process, I think that I have been taken on one deal, and am hopeful on the second.  The ad ran out, and the interest stopped.  I just reposted the ad, and my phone is ringing off the hook again.  I am going to figure out how to do it differently, otherwise, he is not a stud, but a free one night stand!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3151178563685522263?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3151178563685522263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3151178563685522263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3151178563685522263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3151178563685522263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/02/doggie-deeds-done-dirt-cheap.html' title='Doggie deeds, done dirt cheap...'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-8823650880617191732</id><published>2008-01-31T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:24:31.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if we die....</title><content type='html'>My husband and I have been in a discussion, lately, about what would happen if we were to die, or if one of his siblings were to get killed in an accident.  This brought about, of course, through a course of action my mother in law is facing.  Here is what we decided:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If his oldest sister and her husband were to pass away, and she wanted us to take her kids, we would happily do it.  We would bring them here to live with us, and we would sell her house and put the profit in accounts for them to use when they were in college (or older.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If his younger brother were to pass away, and his ex-wife also, we would also happily raise those children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we pass away, his oldest sister offered to take them, but asked if she could live here.  My work offers additional life insurance, and I am insured for $300,000 and Ryan for half of what I am.  This should give whomever enough money to pay off our house, and they are welcome to stay here.  :)  But, they might have to buy a bus!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-8823650880617191732?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/8823650880617191732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=8823650880617191732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8823650880617191732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8823650880617191732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-we-die.html' title='if we die....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-186754095483547336</id><published>2008-01-31T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:17:24.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why .....</title><content type='html'>I love my kids, but this is why they are a pain in my behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have broken my computer, thus I now have NO access to the internet.  Hence, I have not yet put up some new photos of my trophy and Valentine stuff...  I cannot use my computer at home.  This is my work computer, and it has no drive for my SD card.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep asking them to NOT eat in my living room because they dropped food on my carpet and caused my Mastiff to eat a hole in the carpet.  But, they keep doing it, anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house is always a disaster.  What is so hard about cleaning up after yourself?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are so expensive, if they would stop eating, I would be rich......  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love them, but man they make life harder......  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-186754095483547336?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/186754095483547336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=186754095483547336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/186754095483547336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/186754095483547336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/01/why.html' title='why .....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-842136826309835273</id><published>2008-01-03T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:17:56.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch meets her match.....</title><content type='html'>So, the holiday season is over and it is the day after Christmas.  I need to get to the local Hallmark store to get my half off dated Christmas ornaments.  I have an hour before they open, so I run into the craft store to quickly grab one item and return.  There aren't many cars out front, so I am sure I am a shoe-in to get out quickly.  I grab my item and wait in line to pay.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a well-dressed older woman in front of me.  She is rummaging through her goodies in her basket.  There are only 2 cashiers, so I have a long wait.  I walk in front of my cart to look at some Cricut cartridges when the lady in front of me shoves me back so hard that I hit my cart, the one behind it, the lady behind that, the cart behind her, and the lady behind that one.  I give her a crusty stare, but chalk it up to entitlement (she looked rather well off, I am sure I was beneath her.)  I discovered that the purpose to the shove was to get her second cart, which was 5 feet away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She proceeds to not move with the line, and when she does she does not take the second cart.  I didn't want to be rude and ram my cart into hers to push it, so I walked it up to her.  Upon returning to my cart, I felt her cart bounce off my legs.  I turned to her glaring at me and telling me "I will thank you kindly to  keep your hands off my things."  Psycho.  When I left, she was talking down to the cashier like he was crap for charging her $17 for a wreath she insisted was $12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it to the Hallmark store with 10 minutes to spare. I am waiting outside and 2 minutes before the doors open, I see HER in the back of the line.  I am just getting my last ornament, when I am suddenly pinned down against the wall.  I finally pry myself off of it to find HER, the entitled BITCH, clawing at me.  I stand up and the following conversation takes place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Could you please act like you have half an ounce of class and stop pushing?  Nobody else is pushing.&lt;br /&gt;Her:  Well, I want that ornament and you are in my way.  It's the last one, hand it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You can wait your turn like everyone else, stop pushing.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Just give me the ornament.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You will have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, she turns to the lady next to me and demands the ornament.  The lady gives us both a second glance and slowly goes to get it for her.  I quickly snatch the ornament and put it in my basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:  Give that to me.  I am going to call the police.  It is mine, let me have it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You will have this ornament over my dead body.  If you weren't so busy messing around at the craft store, you would have been here on time to get it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Her:  I am calling the police.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Go ahead, I would love to tell them about you assaulting me three times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes back and forth a while.  Someone in the back starts clapping because I won't let her have it.  She even tells on me to the sales clerk.  A small voice in the back of my head told me to break it and give it to her, but at this point, it now means something to me.  You see, it's my trophy.  Good prevails over evil trophy, and it will forever hang on my tree with the memory of how it came to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-842136826309835273?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/842136826309835273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=842136826309835273' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/842136826309835273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/842136826309835273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2008/01/bitch-meets-her-match.html' title='Bitch meets her match.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-7421367209147644872</id><published>2007-12-23T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:39:55.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband is a slob, but I still love him.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29Q2J9r3wI/AAAAAAAAADE/u94Dj43hpU4/s1600-h/DSCN7308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147421790425571074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29Q2J9r3wI/AAAAAAAAADE/u94Dj43hpU4/s200/DSCN7308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29Q-Z9r3xI/AAAAAAAAADM/lOr_gGFPN9M/s1600-h/DSCN7309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147421932159491858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29Q-Z9r3xI/AAAAAAAAADM/lOr_gGFPN9M/s200/DSCN7309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is an unsufferable slob. It is all I can do to keep up with kids, but he has to add to the problem in my room. In his defense, he does help around the rest of the house quite a bit, but this is a total peeve of mine. I walk into my room and I feel totally defeated. This is what my room looks like when he is in charge of it. Every wonder what he has worn the last few days? Just look around his side of the bed and you will have to wonder no more..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there are the kid's rooms. I took an entire day cleaning out the toy boxes and organizing toys. Wonder what their rooms look like the next day when I had to work? Well, wonder no more.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29RoJ9r3zI/AAAAAAAAADc/fHNUo5y_YBc/s1600-h/DSCN7313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147422649419030322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29RoJ9r3zI/AAAAAAAAADc/fHNUo5y_YBc/s200/DSCN7313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29RZp9r3yI/AAAAAAAAADU/sErHzq8QVms/s1600-h/DSCN7312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147422400310927138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29RZp9r3yI/AAAAAAAAADU/sErHzq8QVms/s200/DSCN7312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let's not forget when they took out every blanket and sheet and piled them in the middle of my room.... I came home at 3AM to find this little surprise.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven help me, I certainly need it,.... AND a maid..  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147423040261054274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29R-59r30I/AAAAAAAAADk/CCnv1s73KQk/s200/DSCN7314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-7421367209147644872?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/7421367209147644872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=7421367209147644872' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7421367209147644872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/7421367209147644872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-husband-is-slob-but-i-still-love-him.html' title='My husband is a slob, but I still love him.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29Q2J9r3wI/AAAAAAAAADE/u94Dj43hpU4/s72-c/DSCN7308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-445652045562719954</id><published>2007-12-23T22:17:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:39:56.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas decor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29PcJ9r3uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Eb-UltUA6rs/s1600-h/DSCN7253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147420244237344482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29PcJ9r3uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Eb-UltUA6rs/s200/DSCN7253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29PUp9r3tI/AAAAAAAAACs/nzVEHYWLAf4/s1600-h/DSCN7252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147420115388325586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29PUp9r3tI/AAAAAAAAACs/nzVEHYWLAf4/s200/DSCN7252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is almost over, so I figured I had better get this on there... I am so lame!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-445652045562719954?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/445652045562719954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=445652045562719954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/445652045562719954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/445652045562719954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-decor.html' title='Christmas decor....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R29PcJ9r3uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Eb-UltUA6rs/s72-c/DSCN7253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3898345568052278777</id><published>2007-12-23T22:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:17:16.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3898345568052278777?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3898345568052278777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3898345568052278777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3898345568052278777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3898345568052278777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1220978114958930072</id><published>2007-11-29T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:49:25.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use it or Lose it.....</title><content type='html'>Well, for the past two weeks, I have been burning 86 hours of vacation time.  It was either burn it, or lose it.  I painted Abby's room, decorated for Christmas, spent time with family, and took a whole day cleaning out the toy boxes and getting rid of stuff.  I am worn out.  I also did some scrapbooking, but it was for someone else so my HUGE pile is still there.  :)  I still have more to do for others, then I will do some for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1220978114958930072?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1220978114958930072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1220978114958930072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1220978114958930072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1220978114958930072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/11/use-it-or-lose-it.html' title='Use it or Lose it.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1961061430846382293</id><published>2007-11-23T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:49:56.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday a bust</title><content type='html'>Well, my husband I got up just after 4:00 AM to partake in the Black Friday shopping.  It was a total waste of time.  The line outside of Best Buy was wrapped around the corner, and some stupid people slept in tents there all night.  NOTHING is worth that, it was freezing.  I went to Kohls, wanting to find some toys for kids and boots for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when we got there, the line for the cash register went from the front of the store to the back of the store.  It was so ridiculous, that Wentworth Miller could have been on sale for a dollar, and I would not have waited in that line.  Well, maybe for him, but that is unlikely to happen.  :)  Not to mention that they had opened at 4 and I arrived closer to 5.  The toy department was torn to shreds, and the things I wanted to get for the kids were mostly gone.  But, as I was leaving the store, I noticed one of them lying on some clothing in the men's section, next to the register in jewelry that had a small line.  I snuck into that, and sent my husband on a scavenger hunt while I waited less than 5 minutes in the small line.  HA, outsmarted them!!  Otherwise, I would have left there empty-handed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not attempt much else.  There was NO line at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, so I went in and got the curtain rod and tie backs I wanted for Abby's room..... and we braved Home Depot just to learn that the $30 worth of stuff we wanted was almost $80 and we have to send in a bunch of rebates.  That is so stupid, I hate mail in rebates.  Oh well, there wasn't anything that I REALLY wanted, anyway.  I would like to find a wii for the kids, well, mostly for my husband, but I won't sweat it if I don't find one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1961061430846382293?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1961061430846382293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1961061430846382293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1961061430846382293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1961061430846382293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-friday-bust.html' title='Black Friday a bust'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-4723756044805367625</id><published>2007-11-22T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:06:52.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the mouths of babes</title><content type='html'>While I was painting Abby's room, I was doing the glaze which requires just smearing it all over the walls.  My youngest child came over and asked, "Mom, are you working on a masterpiece?"  I told her that I was, to which she replied, "well, it's horrible."  Gotta love the honesty of a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-4723756044805367625?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/4723756044805367625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=4723756044805367625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4723756044805367625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4723756044805367625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='out of the mouths of babes'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6128439618644425442</id><published>2007-11-22T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:39:57.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's bedroom makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R0WpFAPK0TI/AAAAAAAAACc/N5f3jkqXl3o/s1600-h/DSCN7248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135696853513982258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R0WpFAPK0TI/AAAAAAAAACc/N5f3jkqXl3o/s200/DSCN7248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R0Wo8APK0SI/AAAAAAAAACU/A4O_3yrWKTQ/s1600-h/DSCN7246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135696698895159586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R0Wo8APK0SI/AAAAAAAAACU/A4O_3yrWKTQ/s200/DSCN7246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby talked me into painting her room pink, of all colors, when we moved in. I decided to redo it, because I hated the pink... so I retextured the walls, then painted and glazed it. The pink is before, the one on the right is after the paint but before the glaze. The middle one is after, and I don't know why, but the circles in the corner are on the camera and not the wall..... :) My arms hurt, now....  I did buy her some curtains, but I don't like the curtain rod so I have to get her another one.  I will work on that this weekend, on Black Friday!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135697519233913154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R0WprwPK0UI/AAAAAAAAACk/_GEU3JPBJE8/s200/DSCN7250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6128439618644425442?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6128439618644425442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6128439618644425442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6128439618644425442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6128439618644425442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/11/abbys-bedroom-makeover.html' title='Abby&apos;s bedroom makeover'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/R0WpFAPK0TI/AAAAAAAAACc/N5f3jkqXl3o/s72-c/DSCN7248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5158687083484317203</id><published>2007-11-12T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:39:57.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween decor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/Rziyxd83e8I/AAAAAAAAACM/XDKMKcbf9MU/s1600-h/DSCN7232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132048338311936962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/Rziyxd83e8I/AAAAAAAAACM/XDKMKcbf9MU/s200/DSCN7232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/Rziypd83e7I/AAAAAAAAACE/GkV7NNiaN2Q/s1600-h/DSCN7231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132048200872983474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/Rziypd83e7I/AAAAAAAAACE/GkV7NNiaN2Q/s200/DSCN7231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, better late than never, right?  This was my Halloween one.  The black table was my Valentine's gift and it in the entry way of the house.  It has a mirror over it, which I try not to get into the photo due to the glare.  The other is in the living room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5158687083484317203?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5158687083484317203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5158687083484317203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5158687083484317203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5158687083484317203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-decor.html' title='Halloween decor'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/Rziyxd83e8I/AAAAAAAAACM/XDKMKcbf9MU/s72-c/DSCN7232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3239245492101684706</id><published>2007-11-12T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:39:58.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving decor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RziyUt83e6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/kxe-c-CuMyY/s1600-h/DSCN7243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132047844390697890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RziyUt83e6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/kxe-c-CuMyY/s200/DSCN7243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RziyJt83e5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-Ox6w1BeUdw/s1600-h/DSCN7244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132047655412136850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RziyJt83e5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-Ox6w1BeUdw/s200/DSCN7244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/Rzix8N83e4I/AAAAAAAAABs/GK-z6SzAOBc/s1600-h/DSCN7245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132047423483902850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/Rzix8N83e4I/AAAAAAAAABs/GK-z6SzAOBc/s200/DSCN7245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since I rarely get any days off, all I do when I do get one is clean. However, besides scrapbooking (which I have not done in almost a year) I like to decorate my new table (that Ryan bought me for Valentine's Day last year.) Thanks Ryan!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3239245492101684706?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3239245492101684706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3239245492101684706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3239245492101684706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3239245492101684706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-decor.html' title='Thanksgiving decor'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RziyUt83e6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/kxe-c-CuMyY/s72-c/DSCN7243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1965670233880741379</id><published>2007-07-25T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:20:54.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I rarely look at this anymore, which is sad because I enjoy reading about everyone and what they are doing.  I just had some family visiting from South Carolina.  It caused me to slow down and I actually saw two movies (Transformers and Harry Potter,) went to Park City and rode the Alpine Coaster, and actually had some time off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, summer has been crazy and I have been working a lot.  Hope everyone is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1965670233880741379?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1965670233880741379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1965670233880741379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1965670233880741379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1965670233880741379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2074053024853098368</id><published>2007-06-17T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:39:07.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day off!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow is my first day off since May 12.  I am so excited!!  Of course, I have a million things to do and not enough time to do it, but I will try my best and get done what I can do.  The hot tub broke, so I have to call someone before the water gets ruined since we just refilled it.  Busy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan got a new job and seems to love it.  I am glad, things have been more than crazy at our house.  I have two days off, so Ryan and I are going to do something when he gets back from Hurricane.  Hope everyone is well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2074053024853098368?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2074053024853098368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2074053024853098368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2074053024853098368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2074053024853098368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-off.html' title='a day off!!!'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2153329841916228883</id><published>2007-05-24T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:49:24.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I am not dead... yet</title><content type='html'>Well, I have not posted anything in so long, nor have I had time to read other's blogs.  I have been working a ton.  Hubby's job was not going well, but he just got a new job so things are looking hopeful.  I am hoping the summer does not pass me by, again, like the last one did.  It is my favorite season, and I hate it when I don't get to enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get a new puppy.  She is sweet, not that I have seen her much, or anyone else for that matter.  Hubby is going to his parent's house tomorrow for his sister's graduation.  I feel bad that I cannot go with him.  It seems that work is always in the way of me attending family functions, which should be my top priority but always seem to get pushed to the back.   This time it is out of financial desperation since hubby has not had any work for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone is well.  Things should slow down around here soon, and I may actually get a few days off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2153329841916228883?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2153329841916228883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2153329841916228883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2153329841916228883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2153329841916228883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-i-am-not-dead-yet.html' title='No, I am not dead... yet'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6796906536062535598</id><published>2007-05-06T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:03:24.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a new dog.....</title><content type='html'>I found a cute little dog to replace Cora, but Ryan says no!!  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6796906536062535598?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6796906536062535598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6796906536062535598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6796906536062535598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6796906536062535598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-new-dog.html' title='I want a new dog.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-8323277329950960160</id><published>2007-04-09T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T04:07:03.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter love</title><content type='html'>My youngest daughter came in to me today while I was getting ready for work.  She informed me that she gave one of my teenagers her Easter candy.  I asked her why she did that, and she replied "because I am sweet."  She needs a little work in the humility department, but what can I say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I will point out my world's greatest mom moment.  I didn't get to dye eggs with my kids because someone (who will remain nameless, right Ryan?)  forgot to boil the eggs while I was at work, even after being reminded.  But it was ME that insisted on returning egg coloring that Ryan bought because I was SURE we already had some.  In my absence, he went to color eggs with the kids and there wasn't any.  It was late, so we waited until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is right, we colored eggs late on Easter day, and then hid them and let them find them.  It wasn't my most prepared Easter Day.  Oh well, I did remember to buy candy.  :)  That's all the kids will remember, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-8323277329950960160?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/8323277329950960160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=8323277329950960160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8323277329950960160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8323277329950960160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-love.html' title='Easter love'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-6616669659725313922</id><published>2007-04-09T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:39:58.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RhnrdR16AQI/AAAAAAAAABk/0eYoDnAQZGI/s1600-h/100_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051327345310957826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RhnrdR16AQI/AAAAAAAAABk/0eYoDnAQZGI/s200/100_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RhnrFx16API/AAAAAAAAABc/CbCvefocgWc/s1600-h/Cora+Square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051326941584031986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RhnrFx16API/AAAAAAAAABc/CbCvefocgWc/s200/Cora+Square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems weird to not have Cora roaming around the house, licking up things the little ones spilt on the ground.  I really miss her.  I am sad, but I know that she died knowing that she was loved......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-6616669659725313922?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/6616669659725313922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=6616669659725313922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6616669659725313922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/6616669659725313922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-loving-memory.html' title='In loving memory.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RhnrdR16AQI/AAAAAAAAABk/0eYoDnAQZGI/s72-c/100_0162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1993793961588671077</id><published>2007-04-04T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:09:56.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP beloved dog.....</title><content type='html'>I am very sad to say that our largest dog, Cora, passed away today.  She had a stroke and died at the age of 9 months.  It was the saddest thing to watch her and know there was nothing I could do to stop it.  I felt so awful.  She was a beautiful dog, and she was a great pet.  She will be greatly missed, and may she rest in peace......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1993793961588671077?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1993793961588671077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1993793961588671077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1993793961588671077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1993793961588671077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/04/rip-beloved-dog.html' title='RIP beloved dog.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2315970386977269504</id><published>2007-04-01T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:19:20.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel the love?</title><content type='html'>I was reading a family newletter, recently, that informed family that the grandparents just celebrated their 63rd wedding anniversary.  (Or sixty-something, I forget.)  My loving husband and I had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  "Honey, isn't that cute?  Just think, if we live long enough, we will be in our nineties on our 60th wedding anniversary." &lt;br /&gt;him:  "Hunh, we will be lucky if we make it to our eighth anniversary." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is this September, by the way.  Men are such jerks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2315970386977269504?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2315970386977269504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2315970386977269504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2315970386977269504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2315970386977269504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-you-feel-love.html' title='Can you feel the love?'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-8514835417324342183</id><published>2007-03-22T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:39:59.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hubby's office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RgMiaLr567I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y4un-wThSu8/s1600-h/personal+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044913840793971634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RgMiaLr567I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y4un-wThSu8/s320/personal+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RgMhq7r566I/AAAAAAAAABI/iZgkYH78XsA/s1600-h/personal+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044913029045152674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RgMhq7r566I/AAAAAAAAABI/iZgkYH78XsA/s320/personal+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my hubby spent a well-deserved fishing trip with his brother, I spent the few days painting his future office. It had plain white walls, as seen in the before photo. I retextured it, primed and painted, and then applied a glaze over it. My hubby and his brother thought that it turned out pretty cool. Now I just have to figure out what to do about some furniture. :) The after picture isn't framed as well, but I WAS in a hurry!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-8514835417324342183?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/8514835417324342183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=8514835417324342183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8514835417324342183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/8514835417324342183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/03/hubbys-office.html' title='hubby&apos;s office'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RgMiaLr567I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y4un-wThSu8/s72-c/personal+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-599702825506518108</id><published>2007-03-12T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:40:00.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are white trash.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RgMgALr564I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qw3iz5USgH0/s1600-h/personal+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044911195094117250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RgMgALr564I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qw3iz5USgH0/s320/personal+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RgMe9br563I/AAAAAAAAAAw/8H79ZHvpKWI/s1600-h/personal+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044910048337849202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RgMe9br563I/AAAAAAAAAAw/8H79ZHvpKWI/s320/personal+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next to the youngest daughter had a project to do for school where she had to make a "contraption" to catch a leprechaun. It gave a diagram example of a mousetrap sort of thing. (A treat to lure the leprechaun, and over it a cage to catch it when it was lured to the treat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband decided to help her do this, so he got some pennies and glued them onto a piece of cardboard. Then, he took duct tape and placed it around the pennies. It's a different kind of mouse trap, like sticky traps. She may get a prize for creativity, but it looks sad. I could hear the banjo playing in the background while he was making it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminded me of the catapult one of our other kids had to make. We waited until the last minute, and my husband was busy with school. My hubby wadded up newpaper and taped it together to make the catapult. These were lovingly displayed at the next parent-teacher conference. My husband said there were ones made out of metal and wood with all sorts of fancy levers and things, and then our sons was there with his taped up newpaper. He sad it was the sadest thing and he was so embarassed. But, did he learn a lesson from this? I guess not, he is doing it again to our daughter. I will make her another one, to save her the embarassment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made another one with her. It wasn't the best either, so I can see that my West Virginia days weren't in vain!!  At least we took the time to make something with her....that really is the point, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-599702825506518108?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/599702825506518108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=599702825506518108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/599702825506518108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/599702825506518108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-are-white-trash.html' title='we are white trash.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RgMgALr564I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qw3iz5USgH0/s72-c/personal+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-4632203776029001451</id><published>2007-03-07T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:22:20.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for noticing.....</title><content type='html'>Today my husband and I went out to eat at Bajio.  While waiting in line, he whispers to me, "Don't you think it is "odd" how a place like this attracts young, attractive girls?  I mean, everytime I come in here, it's full of nice looking young women."  UH, thanks for noticing, HONEY!!!  Some men will NEVER learn......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-4632203776029001451?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/4632203776029001451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=4632203776029001451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4632203776029001451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4632203776029001451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/03/thanks-for-noticing.html' title='thanks for noticing.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-3836843021329299256</id><published>2007-03-01T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:33:10.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's so gay.....</title><content type='html'>I was just reading an article about a Mormon girl living in CA that was being harassed by schoomates.  They asked her if she had, like ten moms.  She retorted, "that's so gay."  She end up in the principal's office and got punished and a letter in her file.  Her parents are suing, stating that the school is violating her First Amendment rights, and also had failed to punish any students for teasing her about the Mormon stereotype.  This whole thing is so gay.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-3836843021329299256?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/3836843021329299256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=3836843021329299256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3836843021329299256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/3836843021329299256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/03/thats-so-gay.html' title='that&apos;s so gay.....'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-4231759141037090844</id><published>2007-02-25T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:51:05.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new job assignment</title><content type='html'>Well, I can hardly stand sitting around my house, it is driving me insane.  :)  I tried to do some stuff on Saturday, but totally overdid it.  Oh well...... I have two more weeks off to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, when I return to work I will be doing light duty stuff for a while.  Then, I have two weeks of a Drug Recognition Expert class.  When I finish that, my work call number changes as does my job assignment.  I have been assigned to a contract city for a while, but I will be moving to a canyon team.  The difference is that I am not dispatched to calls, I am out there for proactive work, only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be given this position.  It is a highly sought-after position, and I was given it due to a good work ethic and good work in general.  It also comes with some stress as they expect you to produce a lot of drug and alcohol arrests.  Usually, this isn't too hard in the canyons.  I am excited to have a new assignment, and I will be working with a great team.  If and when I can ever get my butt off of this couch........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-4231759141037090844?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/4231759141037090844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=4231759141037090844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4231759141037090844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/4231759141037090844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-job-assignment.html' title='new job assignment'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-2718540473720164503</id><published>2007-02-16T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:01:14.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recovery update</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to say that this surgery was pretty much what I anticipated.  It feels like I have horrible cramps.  Besides the catheter being the most uncomfortable thing in the world right now (about like having a huge eyelash stuck in your eye) I am not much more that exhausted.  At least I am catching up on my sleep, and reading a few books.  :)  I can't wait to get home and catch up on scrapbooking.  Hope that everyone is doing well, and hope that you had a great Valentine's Day!!  We went to eat at Noodles and Company, then went to the bookstore to grab a few books.  Romantic, huh?  Next year, we will prepare better!!  Love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-2718540473720164503?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/2718540473720164503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=2718540473720164503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2718540473720164503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/2718540473720164503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/02/recovery-update.html' title='recovery update'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-1606438969109671161</id><published>2007-02-12T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:40:00.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Display</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RdDGdiSkByI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4Pd4oIKP8es/s1600-h/101_5464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030738994496014114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RdDGdiSkByI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4Pd4oIKP8es/s320/101_5464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I thought I would preserve my Valentine's table since it will be taken down soon.  It was fun, and I got some cute cheap stuff.   I moved the table out of my living room to the foyer to decorate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some stuff to do an Easter table.  I like decorating.  The only thing is... people like to put their crap on my table.  Makes me mad..... It's the first thing that you see when you walk in my door, but I want it to look nice!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is...... and I will post the Easter one.  I love holidays laden with candy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-1606438969109671161?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/1606438969109671161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=1606438969109671161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1606438969109671161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/1606438969109671161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-display.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Display'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Jt2Vx2peg/RdDGdiSkByI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4Pd4oIKP8es/s72-c/101_5464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22477381.post-5579384168122789072</id><published>2007-02-11T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:51:09.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more about life</title><content type='html'>Well, life has been crazy, as usual.  I am about to be off of work for over 2 weeks.  Unfortunately, it won't be for fun.   I have a daughter that has lost her ability to think straight, and I am so sick of working every day that I am almost glad I am having surgery!!  So, here is to hoping that she pulls her head out of her behind, and that I can recover quickly so I can get my household and children in order before returning to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22477381-5579384168122789072?l=deputymomof6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/feeds/5579384168122789072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22477381&amp;postID=5579384168122789072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5579384168122789072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22477381/posts/default/5579384168122789072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deputymomof6.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-about-life.html' title='more about life'/><author><name>deputymomof6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01477518726514914203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/houstonryan/MRth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
