<?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-74246817013119975</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:33:25.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MIGHTY EGLETS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2652849272729882995</id><published>2009-12-29T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:00:33.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging loser</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened since I last blogged, Chris got a new job ( YEAH!!!!) We are able to pay our bills and I don't feel like I am having a heart attack every time the mail comes:) He is gone a lot and we don't see him much, that really stinks, but we are grateful for the job and will just grin and bare it:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was great ( I am glad it is over) and the kids are all doing really well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully it won't be another 4 months before I blog again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2652849272729882995?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2652849272729882995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2652849272729882995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2652849272729882995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2652849272729882995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogging-loser.html' title='Blogging loser'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-1514616625021715078</id><published>2009-08-25T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:28:50.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;.... Yup I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;... I am irritated to say the least! I took Nick and Heather to the Dentist this morning, they have been going to this Dentist since before I was in the picture. I have actually never taken them before, Chris always does, but today I had to... Anyway, Chris has had a payment arrangement with them for FOREVER... HE told me how nice they were and how they will work with you. ( Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I am checking out and the lady said, Do you want to make a payment, I said yes ( Chris has been paying them monthly) She asks if I will pay in full.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; , No I say, I can make a payment ( Duh you just asked me if I can make a payment) How much can you pay? She asks, 30 dollars I say.. You can't pay half? Is her response..... No I say, We lost our benefits, I can pay 30 dollars.... I say with a stressed grin on my face. How about a third? She says.... I say to her, MY husband lost his job, we lost our benefits, all I can pay is 30 dollars......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that it will take you 8 months to pay this off? Is what she said to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good thing you work in a dentists office, because I am going to reach across  this desk and pull your front teeth out!" Is what I was thinking, But I said, Yes I realize that, but I am doing the best I can. Finally another lady stepped from around the corner and said " Oh ya, I have this all worked out with Chris" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; have lost jobs= &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;benefits&lt;/span&gt;.. and Doctors have to get paid, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; we are trying! My neurologist saw me for free two weeks a go because we lost our insurance. I was so shocked and humbled:) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;, such is life lately.. I am trying really hard to have faith and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;endure&lt;/span&gt;.. But it is HARD! and I am sick of it... there I said it, judge me all you want.. I am sick of it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that, that is off of my chest I am going to go pray that a very rich &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;benefactor&lt;/span&gt; comes into our life and makes this all go away, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; half of it:) ( The last few sentences were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;.. sorta) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-1514616625021715078?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1514616625021715078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=1514616625021715078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1514616625021715078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1514616625021715078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-lady.html' title='Damn Lady'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-8315920778032676578</id><published>2009-08-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:03:30.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Well another year of school has started, I can't believe how big Nick and Heather have gotten. I am so glad that they like school. Nick and a friend both "like" the same girl.... I tell ya, being a mother to a little boy has opened my eyes to so many things. Boys are just as dramatic as girls I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bocugone&lt;/span&gt; ( Sp) the other day with the little girl, so I guess they are an item:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather is my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fashonista&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt; again) she puts together the cutest funkiest outfits..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; must get that from her Dad, HA HA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy and Ben were lost the first few days without Nick and Heather, But they seem to be adjusting now. I think it is sweet how much they all love each other. Maddy is talking more and more and learning so much,  Ben can say "Love you" now.  Ben now weighs more than Maddy, exactly one pound more:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is slowly but surely getting back to normal, Sudden death of a loved one sure knocks you on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keester&lt;/span&gt;. I miss my brother and see so much of him in Maddy. It is still so strange to think that he is gone, and the way that he left still bothers me, my Grandma says it doesn't matter how we leave, we all have to die... I wish I could think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, my babies are sleeping so I think I will enjoy a hopefully nice long nap:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-8315920778032676578?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8315920778032676578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=8315920778032676578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8315920778032676578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8315920778032676578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2213181427098134832</id><published>2009-07-23T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:33:29.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence and Thank You</title><content type='html'>The evidence is all in, pray that if this man deserves punishment that it comes swiftly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer that was on the scene told me that there was no way that this man could have not known that he ran over a person. If that is the case I hope they can prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who has been so helpful and kind.... Especially to Crystal who baby sat me while I made arrangements for Christopher.... Your a great friend and I know you hate the mushy crap.. but I love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Beck for listening to me:) I love you too:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2213181427098134832?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2213181427098134832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2213181427098134832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2213181427098134832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2213181427098134832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/evidence-and-thank-you.html' title='Evidence and Thank You'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-8059479830147365519</id><published>2009-07-11T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:47:54.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder</title><content type='html'>As I write this, sitting next to me is a picture of my youngest brother Christopher. A week a go today was his last day on earth.  I keep waiting for these feelings of numbness people keep telling me about. I would love to be numb. Instead I feel this over whelming sadness that I can't describe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if it will ever go away......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if my Mom will ever be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if I will ever get his service planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if it will be a good service, one he would like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if he knew how much I really did love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if he ever knew how much he was loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if he is happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if I will ever stop wondering......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-8059479830147365519?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8059479830147365519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=8059479830147365519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8059479830147365519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8059479830147365519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonder.html' title='Wonder'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-6884132345667231144</id><published>2009-07-10T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:18:27.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Christopher</title><content type='html'>Christopher John Lyons November 16, 1987 - July 5, 2009 Christopher John Lyons was born November 16, 1987 to Rand D. Lyons and Cathy Lyons in Englewood, Colorado, and was killed tragically in the early morning hours of July 5, 2009 in Tescott, Kansas. He is survived by his mother, Cathy Lyons of Grand Junction; father, Rand Lyons of Denver; sister, Amy Eglet (Chris) and her children, Nicholas, Benjamin and Heather; brothers, Thomas Trucks, Mickel Lyons, and Joshua Roden; grandparents, Bud and Opal Roden; a beautiful fiance, Christin Walters, and daughters, Madysen and Brooklyn all of Grand Junction. Christopher was a great guy who saw the good in everyone. He was a great father, son, brother, grandson and uncle. His death is devastating to all who knew and loved him, but we know that through our Heavenly Father's plan, we will see him again. Services will be held at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, 2881 E. Orchard Ave., on July 18 at 12:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Published in The Daily Sentinel on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-6884132345667231144?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6884132345667231144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=6884132345667231144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6884132345667231144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6884132345667231144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you-christopher.html' title='I love you Christopher'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-1595583115087402653</id><published>2009-06-21T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:51:26.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard life and blessings</title><content type='html'>Well life has been a tad rough as of late... Chris lost his job in April.. He has a new job.... it doesn't pay anywhere near what he was making, no benefits, but we are grateful for the work.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had savings but it is slowly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dwindling&lt;/span&gt; away... and pretty soon it will be gone.... how will we pay our bills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I have been thinking about as of late.... I have been down in the dumps to say the least, so now I have decided to make a list of all of our blessings maybe that will help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each other, I waited what felt like an eternity to find Chris, I love him and am very grateful for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My children, each one of them is a blessing and I also love them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gospel, I can't imagine going through this without knowing that we have a loving Father in Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends and family that listen to me (thanks Beck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sense of humor it comes in quite handy in situations like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He does have a job, so many don't right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kindness&lt;/span&gt; of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it won't always be this way, we will get through this....  I hope :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-1595583115087402653?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1595583115087402653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=1595583115087402653' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1595583115087402653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1595583115087402653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/hard-life-and-blessings.html' title='Hard life and blessings'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-3255407683716877048</id><published>2009-06-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:52:36.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle TOm</title><content type='html'>If my husbands Uncle doesn't move out of this house soon I will lose my mind! It's like having an annoying teen ager know it all around ALL OF THE TIME..... He is 61... I'm gonna lose it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-3255407683716877048?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3255407683716877048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=3255407683716877048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3255407683716877048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3255407683716877048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/uncle-tom.html' title='Uncle TOm'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-4160770658109790477</id><published>2009-06-10T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:26:18.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks</title><content type='html'>LIFE SUCKS.. Okay so I know it doesn't really.... I think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-4160770658109790477?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4160770658109790477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=4160770658109790477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4160770658109790477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4160770658109790477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/sucks.html' title='Sucks'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-7735268960855418027</id><published>2009-05-28T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:27:36.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooligans</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I braved the battle field I like to call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;, with two babies and two "bored" school children we ventured our way through the various isles dodging various cart pushers, finally we were done, as we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walked&lt;/span&gt; through the front doors heading to the jungle known as the parking lot, I noticed some "hooligans" they were sitting on the ground in front of the store, they were your typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stoners&lt;/span&gt;, sitting there smoking and such, I saw Nick looking at them, so I made a mental note to discuss what he had seen, when one of them jumped up and started using any bad name you can think of, Right in front of my children....  I felt the hair stand up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;back of&lt;/span&gt; my neck, I felt that maternal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;instinct&lt;/span&gt; kick in and I pounced..... I said " Watch you language, there are young children here!" To my surprise the other "hooligans" circled the offender and said "Come on lets go" not before of course the offender spouted off a few more words and told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; thought she was a thief"  K.. whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in the car I told my kids that those kids had obviously made and were making poor choices, and Nick pointed out that there parents probably were too.... Funny that he would think that way.... He also pointed out that those kids could have shot me..... I thought that was funny and sad that he would think that way too:) I told him that we must always stand up for what is right, and sometimes that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scarey&lt;/span&gt;....  He told me if he were going to do bad things it wouldn't be in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; for everyone to see...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Should&lt;/span&gt; I be worried?   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-7735268960855418027?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7735268960855418027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=7735268960855418027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/7735268960855418027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/7735268960855418027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/hooligans.html' title='Hooligans'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-8159567136159373569</id><published>2009-05-24T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:12:29.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Picts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/ShnUJ5DZM6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wjw2kaJx3NI/s1600-h/IMG_2838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/ShnUJalhfbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8-sjNvN3Z9I/s200/IMG_2829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339532091445050802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/ShnUJHGtRQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UO_-2Xeegns/s1600-h/IMG_2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/ShnUJHGtRQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UO_-2Xeegns/s200/IMG_2828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339532086215525634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/ShnUIioc6CI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GOiH7lTXR2Y/s1600-h/IMG_2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/ShnUIioc6CI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GOiH7lTXR2Y/s200/IMG_2825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339532076424947746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-8159567136159373569?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8159567136159373569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=8159567136159373569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8159567136159373569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8159567136159373569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-picts.html' title='More Picts'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/ShnUJ5DZM6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wjw2kaJx3NI/s72-c/IMG_2838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-5391064963630376503</id><published>2009-05-24T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:06:28.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/ShnRxiDzSHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-kdEmJM7eNo/s1600-h/IMG_2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/ShnRwu5ID5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZmT2C8PAy-Y/s200/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339529468375994258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-5391064963630376503?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5391064963630376503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=5391064963630376503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5391064963630376503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5391064963630376503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/picts.html' title='Picts'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/ShnRxiDzSHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-kdEmJM7eNo/s72-c/IMG_2812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-5599466120301916775</id><published>2009-05-16T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:55:39.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH BOY! BEN IS ONE!!!</title><content type='html'>Benjamin Cooper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eglet&lt;/span&gt; has turned one, I can't believe it! It just seems like yesterday I was pregnant.... Oh the joys of pregnancy (NOT) this time last year, I am a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fraid&lt;/span&gt; the plights of post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pardom&lt;/span&gt; were sinking in and I thought I was going crazy, I was afraid to tell anyone ( for fear of you know, being thought of as crazy) That was a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; time, but you know, I would go through it a million times over for my "little" Benjamin:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at him I see a miracle, all my friends and most relatives my age had gotten married and had there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; already, some of there children were even teen&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;agers&lt;/span&gt; or close, when they were having there babies, I just assumed it wasn't in the cards for me, I had accepted it.. (not that I hadn't shed a "few" tears over it) I just figured it wasn't meant to be, then I met my Honey and everything changed... it's funny how things happen, it all fell into place and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got to find out what it was like to be pregnant... (not my finest 9 months) I finally got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; that feeling of seeing your child for the first time, that little thing that grew inside of you for 9 months, the little person that moved and kicked and squirmed.. was real......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to that feeling.... So now my "little" guy is one, walking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;crawling&lt;/span&gt;, talking.... He is a happy little guy, full of joy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mischief&lt;/span&gt;,  I love you Benjamin Cooper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Eglet&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pictures will be added soon:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-5599466120301916775?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5599466120301916775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=5599466120301916775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5599466120301916775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5599466120301916775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-boy-ben-is-one.html' title='OH BOY! BEN IS ONE!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-8677447404827138583</id><published>2009-04-27T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:31:44.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Hannah!</title><content type='html'>As I write this my six year old little girl is singing at the top of her lungs... " I am a witch and I swim in the river" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, don't know what that is about:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; flu today, it came into my life at about six thirty this morning, it has been a very long day, my Mom did come over and get Maddy, that helped, she said she couldn't handle Ben and Maddy, sometimes I can't either:) Ben is walking ( sorta) now, he looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ittle&lt;/span&gt; drunk when he is doing it, but it is so cute and he is so proud! I can't believe he will be a year old in 17 days! On a sad little side note I will be thirty seven in 16 days...  37!!!! Holy Hannah !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-8677447404827138583?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8677447404827138583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=8677447404827138583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8677447404827138583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8677447404827138583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-hannah.html' title='Holy Hannah!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-4870829286913768171</id><published>2009-04-08T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:45:23.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the Kiddo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01a2oqYpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mAtJDpb2I4w/s1600-h/IMG_2700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01a2oqYpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mAtJDpb2I4w/s320/IMG_2700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322469070080729746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is posting weird, so I am not sure where these words are going to end up, the picture of Ben and the cute older gentlemen is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bens&lt;/span&gt; name sake, Chris's Grandpa, I love him, he is so cute and nice and is always ready for a good time:) The one with the kids and the fish is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, Mady and Heathers faces crack me up! There is one of Heather Ashlee and Mady in the tub, Mady was in heaven, not sure is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ASh&lt;/span&gt; and Heather were:) Nick and Heather had a great time swimming in the pool at the Condo! And then there is good ole Dad with his cute little doggy Ben:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01aymRnPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/G_kBInVH7Q4/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01aymRnPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/G_kBInVH7Q4/s320/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322469068996975858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01ahgRz_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ie9RMZcYgWo/s1600-h/IMG_2704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01ahgRz_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ie9RMZcYgWo/s320/IMG_2704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322469064408420338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01aDe0GII/AAAAAAAAAGM/gAKll0B_AHo/s1600-h/IMG_2716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01aDe0GII/AAAAAAAAAGM/gAKll0B_AHo/s320/IMG_2716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322469056349214850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01Z9hp4VI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Htmr0OrJNYM/s1600-h/IMG_2743.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01Z9hp4VI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Htmr0OrJNYM/s320/IMG_2743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322469054750515538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-4870829286913768171?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4870829286913768171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=4870829286913768171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4870829286913768171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4870829286913768171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='More of the Kiddo&apos;s'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/Sd01a2oqYpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mAtJDpb2I4w/s72-c/IMG_2700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-7419940194083425571</id><published>2009-04-07T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:06:42.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV7-InuKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qQueG6scDTQ/s1600-h/IMG_2730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV7-InuKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qQueG6scDTQ/s320/IMG_2730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322012242192349346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV71K6W7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wwo7U72h_WM/s1600-h/IMG_2712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV71K6W7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wwo7U72h_WM/s320/IMG_2712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322012239786040242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV7p5PuQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CD1pSu7pY9Y/s1600-h/IMG_2679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV7p5PuQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CD1pSu7pY9Y/s320/IMG_2679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322012236759152898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV7RM7QEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K8czGWPBgTw/s1600-h/IMG_2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV7RM7QEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K8czGWPBgTw/s320/IMG_2735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322012230130810946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV7UkG-QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/m9BO7e4jhEs/s1600-h/IMG_2705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV7UkG-QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/m9BO7e4jhEs/s320/IMG_2705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322012231033354498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-7419940194083425571?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7419940194083425571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=7419940194083425571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/7419940194083425571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/7419940194083425571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiddos.html' title='Kiddos'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SduV7-InuKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qQueG6scDTQ/s72-c/IMG_2730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-8988484963175842084</id><published>2009-04-07T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:55:24.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>I know I should blog more, but I have gotten addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and have forgotten about my sad little blog.... A lot has happened since my last blog, my husband lost his job ( thanks Gov &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ritter&lt;/span&gt;) he has another one that he starts on the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, it pays less than half of what he was making, but we are grateful for work none the less...  We took another trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, (Before the news of the job) to meet Chris's Grandma.. ( love her) it was fun, But I will wait until Ben and Mady are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 5 and 6 before I ever attempt another Vacation... It was fun but I was worn out by the time it was over! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wachels&lt;/span&gt; one more time, as I write this, they are somewhere in Canada on there way to their new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt; in Alaska...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids have been busy, Nick took third at he Pinewood derby, I was quite grateful because last year he raced two times and was done, there were quite a few tears.... this year he was happy and had a great time ( plus his Dad got to come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heather has discovered the art of  "THE JUMP ROPE" I have heard a lot about jump roping as of late... she even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; somewhere in the deep recesses of her closet that she in fact owned a jump rope... it was like Christmas morning:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mady is talking more and more, she will be two in June.... It is neat to watch her try to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sentences&lt;/span&gt; together.. the other day she found a freckle on my neck and said " IS THAT YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OWEE&lt;/span&gt;?" She is also doing great at Potty training.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Ben is trying to walk, only when he feels like it though.... he loves to dance and play with his toys... he is such a mellow little guy and melts my heart with his cute little smile:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-8988484963175842084?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8988484963175842084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=8988484963175842084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8988484963175842084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8988484963175842084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-320547563743121000</id><published>2009-01-27T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:08:35.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas over the week end, my nice hubby bought me a plane ticket so I could visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wachels&lt;/span&gt; before they move to Alaska and I never see them again. I had a blast, the weather was nice and it was nice to have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;, I missed my family and was happy to return. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to say airports are full of interesting people, I was fortunate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to sit by some very nice chatty people on the way there, on the way back, I sat by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chubby&lt;/span&gt; man who was irritated when I sat down me being chubby (fat) myself he probably was worried the friction between our legs were going to start a small fire in the plane:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt; back to the airport, there were so many people going to and fro ( ha I said fro) There were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; dressed up and people who looked like they had worn the same clothes for days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; I was at passenger p/u in Vegas I saw a famous entertainment news guy, I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;figure&lt;/span&gt; out which show yet... he was really short, very cute and had perfect skin. ( Yup I stared) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The airplane from grand Junction to Salt lake and from Salt Lake to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GJ&lt;/span&gt;, is very small.... Oh did I say Small? Ya I meant small, I felt like I was on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; ride at an amusement park, it made me sick. But it was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt; it so see my friends before they move to Alaska. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am back, Ben got so excited when he saw me, almost OH YA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; MY MOM... WHERE HAS SHE BEEN? It melted my heart:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-320547563743121000?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/320547563743121000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=320547563743121000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/320547563743121000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/320547563743121000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/las-vegas.html' title='Las Vegas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-1205213188291687434</id><published>2009-01-10T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:38:04.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can crawl now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SWiygRJzZaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BGrpYPCKLvc/s1600-h/IMG_2511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SWiygRJzZaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BGrpYPCKLvc/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289674029776725410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes thats right, our Benjamin is a crawling kid:) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-1205213188291687434?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1205213188291687434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=1205213188291687434' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1205213188291687434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1205213188291687434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-can-crawl-now.html' title='Who can crawl now?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SWiygRJzZaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BGrpYPCKLvc/s72-c/IMG_2511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-5362715858961510446</id><published>2009-01-01T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:49:55.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SV0d4llbkpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nnZM6fX6kZI/s1600-h/IMG_2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SV0d4llbkpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nnZM6fX6kZI/s320/IMG_2445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286414395601818258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to post this with the other pictures of the kids but my computer is a jerk! Happy New year again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-5362715858961510446?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5362715858961510446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=5362715858961510446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5362715858961510446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5362715858961510446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-tried-to-post-this-with-other.html' title='Happy New Year (again)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SV0d4llbkpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nnZM6fX6kZI/s72-c/IMG_2445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2280612443773400998</id><published>2009-01-01T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:50:19.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SV0c2SAfwbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M-YdwQ1wKt0/s1600-h/IMG_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SV0c2SAfwbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M-YdwQ1wKt0/s320/IMG_2265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286413256475263410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SV0cZBuu9zI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vzfs2JjjJu8/s1600-h/IMG_2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SV0cZBuu9zI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vzfs2JjjJu8/s320/IMG_2462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286412753889589042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SV0cAWc79xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TqMwjGp9M5E/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SV0cAWc79xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TqMwjGp9M5E/s320/IMG_2488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286412329955358482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2280612443773400998?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2280612443773400998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2280612443773400998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2280612443773400998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2280612443773400998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SV0c2SAfwbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M-YdwQ1wKt0/s72-c/IMG_2265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-3067470873093008946</id><published>2008-11-13T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:51:35.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Elk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRxZSnyL9iI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PVpc3yAPQpY/s1600-h/IMG_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRxZSnyL9iI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PVpc3yAPQpY/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268183840568636962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRxYzBlvOuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KO25_yu3Ds8/s1600-h/IMG_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRxYzBlvOuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KO25_yu3Ds8/s320/IMG_2139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268183297739930338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Heather  put his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beanie&lt;/span&gt; on him this way, and declared "Mama he looks like one of Santa's ELKS" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-3067470873093008946?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3067470873093008946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=3067470873093008946' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3067470873093008946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3067470873093008946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/santas-elk.html' title='Santa&apos;s Elk'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRxZSnyL9iI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PVpc3yAPQpY/s72-c/IMG_2137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2909130066902141765</id><published>2008-11-09T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:40:24.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRdXwQnsEtI/AAAAAAAAADw/tetaMOSKMqg/s1600-h/IMG_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRdXwQnsEtI/AAAAAAAAADw/tetaMOSKMqg/s320/IMG_2122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266774775839855314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Happy Spaghetti face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRdXOJxaJTI/AAAAAAAAADo/NpSJQFw7N6o/s1600-h/IMG_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRdXOJxaJTI/AAAAAAAAADo/NpSJQFw7N6o/s320/IMG_2121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266774189886022962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Sad Spaghetti face&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2909130066902141765?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2909130066902141765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2909130066902141765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2909130066902141765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2909130066902141765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/mady.html' title='Mady'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRdXwQnsEtI/AAAAAAAAADw/tetaMOSKMqg/s72-c/IMG_2122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-1393504535358267473</id><published>2008-11-07T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:44:54.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRTtc-vDvpI/AAAAAAAAADg/elu5qO3OivA/s1600-h/IMG_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRTtc-vDvpI/AAAAAAAAADg/elu5qO3OivA/s320/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266094946435448466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just thought this picture was cute, thought I would share. Are my kids ugly? Just wondering because when I post a pict with the kiddo's in it, no one comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-1393504535358267473?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1393504535358267473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=1393504535358267473' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1393504535358267473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1393504535358267473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRTtc-vDvpI/AAAAAAAAADg/elu5qO3OivA/s72-c/IMG_2112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-7941515490540705648</id><published>2008-11-06T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:28:03.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRN8gcpCMCI/AAAAAAAAADY/95HY7Bq29Io/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRN8gcpCMCI/AAAAAAAAADY/95HY7Bq29Io/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265689286212202530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just found out who won the election.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-7941515490540705648?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7941515490540705648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=7941515490540705648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/7941515490540705648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/7941515490540705648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/ben.html' title='Ben'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SRN8gcpCMCI/AAAAAAAAADY/95HY7Bq29Io/s72-c/IMG_2106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-4083267222270701079</id><published>2008-11-04T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:44:12.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day</title><content type='html'>We have a long 4 years a head of us. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-4083267222270701079?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4083267222270701079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=4083267222270701079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4083267222270701079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4083267222270701079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-day.html' title='Sad day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-8777890234311126753</id><published>2008-10-31T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:07:03.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQvVNRX_eMI/AAAAAAAAADA/aFWT1qs4x2I/s1600-h/IMG_2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQvVNRX_eMI/AAAAAAAAADA/aFWT1qs4x2I/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263535013491603650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQvUcnIKGmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Pi-OOaRmRsE/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;A "Scarey nice" witch and Harry potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQvUcnIKGmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Pi-OOaRmRsE/s320/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263534177517181538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQvTQmklXSI/AAAAAAAAACw/8p3IS9kQu9c/s1600-h/IMG_2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQvTQmklXSI/AAAAAAAAACw/8p3IS9kQu9c/s320/IMG_2061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263532871697915170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween was fun, Nick and Heather had never been trick or Treating before, usually there Mom's mom took them to the mall ( Boring) So with the company of my good friend Katie and her little ones Sam and Marlee, we hit the streets in search of candy. They had a blast, and I sure enjoyed watching them:) &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-8777890234311126753?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8777890234311126753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=8777890234311126753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8777890234311126753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8777890234311126753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/scarey-nice-witch-and-harry-potter.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQvVNRX_eMI/AAAAAAAAADA/aFWT1qs4x2I/s72-c/IMG_2072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-7146229509739556841</id><published>2008-10-25T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:32:34.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ward Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQOPpF64stI/AAAAAAAAACc/Wge7-NRqpWo/s1600-h/IMG_2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQOPpF64stI/AAAAAAAAACc/Wge7-NRqpWo/s320/IMG_2014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261206725825442514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Mommy and the kiddo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQOOyGp1mQI/AAAAAAAAACU/Yab5qoLkZYk/s1600-h/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQOOyGp1mQI/AAAAAAAAACU/Yab5qoLkZYk/s320/IMG_2016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261205781129566466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Mama and her pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQOOPJf81oI/AAAAAAAAACM/hCHsllBlGwA/s1600-h/IMG_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQOOPJf81oI/AAAAAAAAACM/hCHsllBlGwA/s320/IMG_2003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261205180597982850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Harry Potter and a witch, adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQONzfwIlpI/AAAAAAAAACE/DAvcUM-hISU/s1600-h/IMG_2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQONzfwIlpI/AAAAAAAAACE/DAvcUM-hISU/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261204705535104658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Very unhappy pumpkin!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQOM1hrPxLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v4SJH2Bae8k/s1600-h/IMG_2023.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQOM1hrPxLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v4SJH2Bae8k/s320/IMG_2023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261203640899585202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Mady was a duck, she kept her hat and feet on the whole time!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ward Halloween party was lastnight, the kids had a blast, they even went into the haunted house, Heather cried of course and Nick told some "guy" "hey dude leave my sister alone"  The guy in question wasn't real, but hey, he atleast stood up for her. The only sad part about the evening was that Chris had to work.... We missed Dad:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-7146229509739556841?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7146229509739556841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=7146229509739556841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/7146229509739556841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/7146229509739556841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/ward-halloween-party.html' title='Ward Halloween Party'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SQOPpF64stI/AAAAAAAAACc/Wge7-NRqpWo/s72-c/IMG_2014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2136983896599160654</id><published>2008-10-17T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:51:19.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben again............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPjP310z5ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/QN8Bpcd1cIw/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;I just learned how to put pictures on, so you will be seeing more and more picts of the fam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPjP310z5ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/QN8Bpcd1cIw/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258181123203392914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPjP4Wq78nI/AAAAAAAAABk/G3FAwse28ts/s1600-h/IMG_1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPjP4Wq78nI/AAAAAAAAABk/G3FAwse28ts/s320/IMG_1922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258181132020347506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPjP4492eSI/AAAAAAAAABs/Cq3VKtOcFII/s1600-h/IMG_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPjP4492eSI/AAAAAAAAABs/Cq3VKtOcFII/s320/IMG_1924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258181141226486050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPjP5CuA3zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5XQhfUvndWU/s1600-h/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPjP5CuA3zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5XQhfUvndWU/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258181143844413234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2136983896599160654?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2136983896599160654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2136983896599160654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2136983896599160654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2136983896599160654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/ben-again.html' title='Ben again............'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPjP310z5ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/QN8Bpcd1cIw/s72-c/IMG_1899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-3698287593162170652</id><published>2008-10-16T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:12:58.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPgcpZqe3CI/AAAAAAAAABU/-yo8DJFNWL0/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPgcpZqe3CI/AAAAAAAAABU/-yo8DJFNWL0/s320/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257984062544337954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little guy looking serious...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-3698287593162170652?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3698287593162170652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=3698287593162170652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3698287593162170652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3698287593162170652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/ben.html' title='Ben'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3NOTlKYEi9g/SPgcpZqe3CI/AAAAAAAAABU/-yo8DJFNWL0/s72-c/IMG_1895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-4851061313993089297</id><published>2008-10-13T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:36:39.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunks kids and Wally world</title><content type='html'>It is 12:23 a.m., why am I up? You ask.... well I gave my six year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;benedryl&lt;/span&gt; for a rash she came home with from her aunts, and she is...... basically drunk, she is sitting on the potty crying, when I ask her what is wrong, she yells I can't tell you in a voice that I can only describe as Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miagi&lt;/span&gt; on crack,   So I thought since I have some time on my hands I thought I  would blog, You know your getting older when 1. you actually care about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;politics&lt;/span&gt; and 2. you care and want to discuss the weather. IT IS FREAKING COLD already, I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whimp&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to cold weather, so most would probably say that it wasn't cold, but this is my blog so I will say IT IS FREAKING Cold, I guess if your reading this in Utah you would say.. "IT IS FETCHING COLD YOU FETCHERS" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw that Obama was whining again about people being mean to him at his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rallys&lt;/span&gt;.... (sad little Obama) This guy reminds me of the kid in school that would hit you at recess, and then tell the teacher that YOU did it.  ( I miss recess) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son Nick told me today that.. well here are his exact words " Mom, just to let you know you have a double chin"  He said he never noticed it before... ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;) We had the discussion that when people have double chins.... they are full aware of it. I guess it could be worse, he could of said it to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; shopper or something.... Speaking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;... A good friend of mine said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; evil.. I fully agree..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; pressure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rises&lt;/span&gt;, I like to get in and get out, most of the people there.... not so much,  they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;saunter&lt;/span&gt; through, blocking my way. What the heck is there to look at? There is only so long that you can stare at a pound of hamburger before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;authorities&lt;/span&gt; should be called. The other day I was there and there was a man ( about my age) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;whistling&lt;/span&gt; like he was Johnny Appleseed, if you want to whistle, go on a hike, take a shower, or hang out with a train hopping hobo, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, come on dude!  ( Sorry had to get that off of my chest) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, my little drunken kiddo has decided that she can go to bed now so Buh bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-4851061313993089297?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4851061313993089297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=4851061313993089297' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4851061313993089297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4851061313993089297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/drunks-kids-and-wally-world.html' title='Drunks kids and Wally world'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-3681996227336875273</id><published>2008-10-06T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:26:32.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa and Cedar city</title><content type='html'>A lot has been happening with us lately, let me feel you in ( like you care right:) Last week Chris's Grandpa, Uncle and Cousin came for a visit, I had never met them before, I fell in love with Grandpa Ben ( That is who our son is named after) he is so cute and sweet, I wanted to keep him:) I loved Chris's Uncle and cousin too, they were both so nice and funny, I can't wait to see them all again:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Heather and I came home from being in Cedar City for the week-end, we took a girl trip and met Beck and Ashlee up there, We didn't do much, we just hung out mostly in are cute hotel room, the girls played and Beck and I relaxed.. it was really nice to just relax and chat and watch out girls play together. Ashlee cracks me up, the things that come out of that girls mouth sometimes... Heather needed some alone time with Mom, she seemed relaxed and had a great time. It was so nice to see both of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-3681996227336875273?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3681996227336875273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=3681996227336875273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3681996227336875273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3681996227336875273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/grandpa-and-cedar-city.html' title='Grandpa and Cedar city'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-4343487740315707688</id><published>2008-09-23T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:24:10.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mom... NOT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am going crazy, my daughter Mady, ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YeAH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; RIGHT) is in the kitchen with me, I was trying to clean it, I brought her favorite toys in so she could play, what does she do, she finds the "Butt Paste" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trys&lt;/span&gt; to eat it. I gave her some goldfish to eat, what does she do?  She puts them in  in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; ( don't ask), I ask her to be quiet, what does she do? She yells "HI" over and over at the top of her little lungs.  As I write this she is doing some sort of toddler lord of the dance on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laminent&lt;/span&gt; floor. Ben is sleeping, for how long.. we shall see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Ben was woken up by  the incredible dancing yelling Mady.... It is now 6:24 p.m. and my Mom came over and took Mady, Nick, and Heather out to dinner, Ben fell asleep and I am enjoying the quiet.  I should finish cleaning the kitchen, I should do some laundry, I should pick up in the living room, my brain says yes, my body says SAY WHAT? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do those Super Mom's do it? There houses are always clean, they look there absolute best and they are pleasant to be around!!!! Growing up I imagined myself to be like leave it to Beavers Mom...... The plain and simple truth is I am more like Marylin Manson.... or Charles Manson take your pick...... My house is never clean, I never look my best and well, lets face it, I am a grump! ......... SIGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-4343487740315707688?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4343487740315707688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=4343487740315707688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4343487740315707688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4343487740315707688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-mom-not.html' title='Super Mom... NOT!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-1055792946881241177</id><published>2008-09-20T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:55:10.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biden look a like</title><content type='html'>SIGH...... Ben is sleeping in his own bed now, It makes me sad, I loved having him in the room with me, pretty soon he will be off to college and I will be all alone... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so I am being dramatic, I am a little sad though....  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; across the street put an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sign&lt;/span&gt; in there yard, my son plays with there son, when there son came over that night to play, my son made up a game called "republicans and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Democrats&lt;/span&gt;" I looked out the window just in time to see my son attacking hm with a stick yelling "STUPID &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DEMOCRAT&lt;/span&gt;" Perhaps in our home we should discuss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;politics&lt;/span&gt; when the children are in bed") These neighbors are the ones who I think gave me that rude note a few months a go concerning our dog.... Typical.... Typical.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; probably put them up to it... ha ha... kidding.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will be Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; for Halloween, although I look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more like Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; ( Sigh) Nick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt; really want me to dress up this year, Maybe I will just do my hair and make up for once, that could be my costume. :) Well I am off to bed with out my little Ben, my dreams have been political lately.. no more Fox news for a while... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-1055792946881241177?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1055792946881241177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=1055792946881241177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1055792946881241177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1055792946881241177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/biden-look-like.html' title='Biden look a like'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-6877934370819974060</id><published>2008-09-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:30:40.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>When I was about 8 years old, I can remember having to watch Ronald Reagan give a speech on the television, I remember being upset because we only had two channels and he was on both of them, so alas I had to miss different strokes ( What you talking about Willis?) For some reason I stayed with my Papa and watched the speech, being 8 I had know idea who this man was, but listening to him speak gave me such a good feeling inside, being grown up, I can now describe that feeling with one word, HOPE!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; the other night as I watched Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; give her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RNC&lt;/span&gt;,  after she was done I felt HOPE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-6877934370819974060?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6877934370819974060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=6877934370819974060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6877934370819974060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6877934370819974060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-1181795754993008758</id><published>2008-09-10T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:18:02.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormon Democrats</title><content type='html'>I have been blog hopping, going on other peoples blogs that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt;, Most are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt;, and I have to say, Mormon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Democrats&lt;/span&gt; are strange to me, almost as strange as being a gay republican, I don't understand how one could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; and be voting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;, he is for abortion, for crying out loud! he is also friends with a known &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt; who hates his own country ( AMERICA) I am not big into politics, but Mormon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Democrats&lt;/span&gt; are strange to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all I am saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-1181795754993008758?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1181795754993008758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=1181795754993008758' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1181795754993008758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1181795754993008758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/mormon-democrats.html' title='Mormon Democrats'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-1899100025619845570</id><published>2008-08-31T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:55:12.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a Sour puss!</title><content type='html'>I think it was three years a go that I was leaving my little Ashlee ( I was a nanny) and returning home to Grand Junction, That was a really hard time, I loved ( still do ) that little girl, but felt like it was time to be back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colorado&lt;/span&gt;, now three years later I am married with 4 children ( my little niece has joined our family) and I feel like I have been a wife and Mom forever! Sometimes I feel like I have no time to myself, it gets a little mundane, but then I have to stop and think that it won't be this way forever, and when I look back I will miss this time when my children are young and innocent, that is hard to remember when I am trying to cook, do homework and am listening to screaming babies all at the same time, but I am blessed beyond words and am very grateful for my little family. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;.. now that I have sounded like a sappy nut, on to my real topic for my blog.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sourpusses, yep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right I said sourpusses! Today in sacrament meeting my wild but yet adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Mady was trying to give kisses to the people behind us, and they just sat there with stoic faces, and not only that, they kept letting out sighs like they were annoyed. It would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; me out if they would have actually kissed her, but come on people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; a cute little girl. Darn Sourpusses!!!! Ben had a good day at church, he is so cute I love that he looks for me, he is going to start sleeping in his own bed soon, it makes me sad I love having him in the room with me. I bet those sourpusses put there kids in there rooms at birth:(  DARN SOURPUSSES!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-1899100025619845570?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1899100025619845570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=1899100025619845570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1899100025619845570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1899100025619845570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-be-sour-puss.html' title='Don&apos;t be a Sour puss!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-9051013778678645728</id><published>2008-08-15T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:46:05.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEN, MADY AND A LITTLE PROTIEN IN THE DESERT</title><content type='html'>Our little Benjamin turned three months yesterday, He celebrated by having a little to much formula to drink and partied in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bouncy&lt;/span&gt; till all hours in the morning.. ( my ill attempt at humor) I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; how much he is growing and learning, he holds his head up very well, and smiles and squeaks and rolls over and we love him so much! He has discovered his feet and they keep him quite busy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting thing happened yesterday, my Mom finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; permanent custody of my 14 month old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Madysen&lt;/span&gt;, that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; an answer to a lot of prayers, Mady's Mom is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Meth&lt;/span&gt; addict and a very disturbed girl, Mady has lived with my Mom pretty much since she was born.... We also love her very much and are grateful she is safe and in a loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;:) Not to much else is happening, I am going 4 wheeling in the rhino tomorrow with my friend Katie... I can't wait to go speeding through the desert, wind in my hair, bugs in my teeth:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-9051013778678645728?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9051013778678645728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=9051013778678645728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/9051013778678645728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/9051013778678645728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/ben-mady-and-little-protien-in-desert.html' title='BEN, MADY AND A LITTLE PROTIEN IN THE DESERT'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-7491597380704290623</id><published>2008-08-03T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:39:43.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>1. Leave a comment on my blog, leave one memory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; you and I had together. It doesn't matter if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know me a little or a lot, anything you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Next, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;re post&lt;/span&gt; these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;instructions&lt;/span&gt; on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty cool. ( and funny) to see the responses. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; leave a memory i will assume you are playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-7491597380704290623?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7491597380704290623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=7491597380704290623' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/7491597380704290623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/7491597380704290623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2439935506599632496</id><published>2008-07-31T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:24:28.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Randomness from a bored housewife</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a while since my last blog, update on the dog situation, it wasn't the neighbors I thought it was, actually I talked to her and she is very nice, just shy..... she told me she thought it was her neighbor, because she had heard her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt; about the dog, oh well, I am over it..... people are rude!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really have much to blog about, the kiddo's are all doing great, Ben is up to 13 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pounds&lt;/span&gt; and he is smiling now, he is doing better with his crying and has discovered he can suck on his hands:) Nick and Heather are happy to be back from Texas ( Their Mom had fleas in her carpet, probably from the EIGHT dogs she owns) Maddy is doing well also, My mom goes to court on the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to get custody, I hope all goes well.. Maddy is a blessing and we consider her half ours! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to give a talk in church a few weeks a go..... not fun.. I really don't like giving talks, I like the preparing.. I usually learn a lot, but the actual giving is awful, my hands shake, my voice quivers and my lips do this weird shake thing... I am sure I look like the lost love child of Elvis and Katherine Hepburn..... But the talk is over and I figure I have about another year before I have to give another one:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are fixing up our house ( slowly but surely) it is exciting and nerve racking at the same time, I have always struggled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;, but someday it will be done:0 It already looks a lot better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rambling&lt;/span&gt; now.... Peace out( sorry Crystal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2439935506599632496?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2439935506599632496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2439935506599632496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2439935506599632496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2439935506599632496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-randomness-from-bored-housewife.html' title='More Randomness from a bored housewife'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-472244851181087583</id><published>2008-06-23T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:02:46.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKING NEIGHBORS</title><content type='html'>I despise neighbors... Actually let me rephrase, I despise ignorant mean sneaky neighbors. I had a note on my door today that said in big letters PLEASE READ, and it was a mean letter about our dog ( actually my husbands dog) It asked us if our ears worked? Ya, so does my middle finger.. I know turn the other cheek, but come on.. just come over and talk to us, it also said they were going to get video proof of her barking... Big deal, from the looks of the letter I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; sure they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; operate a video camera... dumb asses! I don't like the dog in question, she is old and smelly and probably should be put out of her misery.. But they could have come and talked to us, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;threaten&lt;/span&gt; us... I have a feeling it is these not so friendly new neighbors across the street, but I am not sure. I wanted to go and ask them if they wrote it but I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; I will lose my temper, so I will just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;glare&lt;/span&gt; at them tomorrow ( yeah I have something to look forward too:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are stupid! I bet they feel very important right now, I would like to egg there house, but I won't...... I don't think:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-472244851181087583?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/472244851181087583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=472244851181087583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/472244851181087583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/472244851181087583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/freaking-neighbors.html' title='FREAKING NEIGHBORS'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-4178844116469403828</id><published>2008-06-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:54:53.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah</title><content type='html'>Ben will be one month on Saturday, It  has gone by fast and slow, I don't know how to explain it, all of my days the last month have all run together, I have also been taking care of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Mady two nights a week, it goes pretty smooth until dinner time and then they both want fed, I am here a lone so it gets interesting to say the least. (Sigh) All in a day I guess. I miss Nick and Heather, I never thought I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; say this, I miss Heathers little voice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rambling&lt;/span&gt; on..............and on..............and on.................................. Heather has a voice kinda like Betty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boop&lt;/span&gt; if she were to take a hit off of a helium balloon, it can grate a little, also she never stops talking, she even talks in her sleep :) Usually I tell her "I need five minutes" that means she has to be quiet for five minutes so I can regroup and prepare for the next round of questions and observations....  I really do miss it:) Nick sounds ready to come home... if I was a bad Mom I would let him have a big "I told you so" But I won't.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben looks to me like he is three months old, he is a big boy, maybe he will grow up to be a famous linebacker or something and make his lovely Mom and Dad rich:) I am sure he is well over ten pounds, I can't stop kissing him, he has the chubbiest cheeks that are great for Mommy kisses ( and Daddy too) He seems to like his bath the last couple of days, he lounges until we take him out of course, then.. well you know:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-4178844116469403828?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4178844116469403828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=4178844116469403828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4178844116469403828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4178844116469403828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2875025414266436390</id><published>2008-06-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:15:49.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas, Ben and fat bottom girls :)</title><content type='html'>Well I am sad to report that my kiddo's are on there way to Texas for the summer, they changed their little minds and went..... There Mom seemed okay to me, a lot happier then in the past still crazy  though, but she seemed to pay attention to them and I hope she will try harder to get to know them. Chris and I prayed really hard abut it, and both came to the conclusion that she is their Mom and they had the right to go.... Sad.... I hope they have fun! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; the newest addition to our family, I have probably taken over a hundred pictures of him:) I can't get enough kisses onto those chubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; cheeks! And I feel great! I had a C section, I had a friend tell me " I am sorry you didn't get to experience labor" I'm NOT!!! I basically drove to the hospital and poof he was there 5 hours later:) I was sore for the first week, but now I feel great! I was under the care and watchful eye  for a while from C-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dawg&lt;/span&gt; ( shout out to ya C-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dawg&lt;/span&gt;) I am even going to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; this week, You would think I would dread that, but I had a really bad experience in my Doctors office that has lead me to want to get under my pregnancy weight before I go back to see him ( in three weeks) I over heard two "nurses" discussing my weight, in a not so nice way. Sigh..... So I have a goal:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2875025414266436390?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2875025414266436390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2875025414266436390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2875025414266436390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2875025414266436390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/texas-ben-and-fat-bottom-girls.html' title='Texas, Ben and fat bottom girls :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-495477993031318806</id><published>2008-05-16T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:22:02.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben</title><content type='html'>Benjamin Cooper has arrived!!! Nine pounds 21 1/4 inches long and we love him so much!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-495477993031318806?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/495477993031318806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=495477993031318806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/495477993031318806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/495477993031318806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/ben.html' title='Ben'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-6887469489750972905</id><published>2008-05-09T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:33:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Mommy's</title><content type='html'>SIGH!!!! So much to write, well as of now the kiddo's are not going to Texas..... YEAH!!!! But there was a whole fiasco... Heather my five year old told her Mom she was sorry but she wouldn't be coming to Texas either, I really wish she would have let her father tell her, But I think Heather was feeling left out of all of the drama, so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proverbial&lt;/span&gt; Poo hit the fan, the Mom started crying on the phone and then hung up. ( way to suck it up for your kids right?) Then about an hour later she called back wanting to speak to Nick my 8 year old, she said in a not so nice voice to him.. "Why don't you want to come see me?" Nicks response was I want to stay here with my new baby brother, Then she says .. "YOU BROKE MY HEART TONIGHT" Nick had this look on his face like someone had just died, I asked him if he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, his response was "No!" then he began to sob, I took the phone from him and said to her( Which I normally stay out of it and let their Dad handle it, but he was at work) "Please don't say things like that to him, you have upset him" Nick crawled into my lap and sobbed.... If she had been standing in front of me, I think I might have punched her..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she calls my husband and proceeds to insult me and say all kinds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; things :) She told him to tell me to "But out" WOW!!! Chris and I were married on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2006, she dropped the kids off at our house on June 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2006, an I have been Mom ever since, should I have butted out then?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning Chris gets this  e mail from her Fiance ( Mind you he is still married to his first wife, and Tanya moved in with him, when the poor wife still lived there) He is a guard at a jail in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;, but some how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thinks&lt;/span&gt; he is a lawyer, he stated that he had seen Tanya crying her eyes out and he couldn't stand by and watch that so he asked to see the parenting plan, basically he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;threatend&lt;/span&gt; Chris with knowing the law and such, HA HA... the parenting plan is null in void basically because she moved out of state, so Chris called him on it and told him to get in contact with our lawyer ( we don't have one:) We got a very humble e mail from the fiance a few hours later HA HA HA.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now Tanya won't call the house because she hates me, so we have to have Chris have the kids call on his cell phone because she said she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to take the chance of having to talk to me..... She is still coming to visit, but for only one day.... SHE IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; TO DRIVE FROM TEXAS TO COLORADO FOR ONE DAY!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a mess, the great thing is, is that my kiddo's are safe from her, they are not aware of the whole mess going on, Nick seems relived that he is not going for sure, and I don't ever have to talk to her on the phone again! HA HA HA!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-6887469489750972905?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6887469489750972905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=6887469489750972905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6887469489750972905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6887469489750972905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-mommys.html' title='Crazy Mommy&apos;s'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2499508122215465312</id><published>2008-05-05T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:06:08.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the comments</title><content type='html'>Well thank you Crystal, I feel a little popular:) Thank you for your comments, tonight is family home evening and I think we will have a lesson on following the promptings of the spirit.. I like that one:) His sister doesn't want to go now, so I don't think they will be going, Yes they do need a relationship with their Mom, but that is their Moms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;, she calls for a few minutes a night and thinks that is all she has to do... she is a very damaged woman and I feel bad for her, but the damage has come from her bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;, honestly if anyone needs the gospel it is her, what a difference that would make for her, but she said once.. "I'm a baptist and I will die a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baptist&lt;/span&gt;" the funny thing is she didn't know what baptists actually believed in..... I don't think she is capable of thinking about anyone but herself, she comes first! Plain and simple, not a good situation for little ones. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to another subject, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; my uterus is on strike, it is not wanting to cooperate with me walking today! My unborn child is dancing on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bladder&lt;/span&gt; and to top it off I feel like I have morning sickness again! I am due in two weeks! My nose looks like Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jacksons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; nose and my feet look like Bilbo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Baggins&lt;/span&gt;!!!! If I exert myself in anyway I wind up breathing like some sort of female version of Darth Vader( HA HA, I LIKE THAT ONE) Oh the joys of pregnancy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2499508122215465312?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2499508122215465312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2499508122215465312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2499508122215465312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2499508122215465312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-for-comments.html' title='Thanks for the comments'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-8721105760845909252</id><published>2008-05-02T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:07:30.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>I have a problem, ( some of you may think... "You have a lot of problems") my son doesn't want want to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt; with his Mom..... he prayed about it and said he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the answer that he was supposed to stay here with us.... so Chris told his Mom that Nick did not want to go.. she handled it a lot better then I thought she would... so Nick was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt; he changes his mind.. " I just can't decide" he says to me...... I reminded him of his answer to his prayer.... it was to no avail.... how do I handle this? I really don't want him to go.. I have a bad feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I think about it!  Nick loves drama and attention, and I am sure that this is what this is all about.. but I DON"T WANT HIM TO GO!!!! HELP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-8721105760845909252?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8721105760845909252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=8721105760845909252' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8721105760845909252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8721105760845909252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-1246984374580253109</id><published>2008-04-28T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:03:56.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower</title><content type='html'>Well the shower was a blast!!!! I had a lot of fun, and my pals did a great job at throwing it!!!! My Grandma even played the musical baby game, I was very proud of her, actually Chris's 90 year old Grandma played too!!!  I got a lot of really nice gifts! Now, if I could just get this little guy out of me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-1246984374580253109?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1246984374580253109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=1246984374580253109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1246984374580253109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1246984374580253109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/shower.html' title='Shower'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-1226840411504569353</id><published>2008-04-25T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:26:04.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supercalagragalistic.... YADA YADA YADA</title><content type='html'>I am excited I get to see Beck and Ashlee today.... They are coming for my Baby shower, Ashlee is going to stay the night with Heather and as she put it, we are going to "PARTY" ha ha:) I am a little nervous about my shower tomorrow, I hate being the center of attention..... and I am so dang emotional, what if I start crying over a cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;onsie&lt;/span&gt; or something ( a genuine fear of mine) It will be fun I am sure:) I actually had a normal dream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt;, I dreamed I had Ben, he was so cute and had a ton of dark hair, the best part was it didn't hurt:) Which I am sure is a fantasy:) But it was nice to dream something good instead of something that makes you ask, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;...( Heck) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to dinner at my Mom's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt;, it is fun to watch the kids play with Mady, they are still at the age where they don't feel like it is a job to entertain a baby, Mady loves it! I think she thinks they are her "Toy's" She is saying words now, like Bye Bye, and Thank you and Hello!...  we love her so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am off like a prom dress ( awful saying) to go and wash the car, well have someone else wash it as I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cankles&lt;/span&gt; now and look like the girl in Shallow Hal:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-1226840411504569353?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1226840411504569353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=1226840411504569353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1226840411504569353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1226840411504569353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/supercalagragalistic-yada-yada-yada.html' title='Supercalagragalistic.... YADA YADA YADA'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-330906215036259471</id><published>2008-04-21T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:54:01.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I am amazed at some random blogs that I have visited, some are really funny, some are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;braggy&lt;/span&gt; ( hey there blog, there rules) and some are are just well, there aren't words. I like the one I recently went to where a young woman is freshly in love, You are on a cloud, nothing he does annoys you, you constantly celebrate this new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; love, I remember that feeling ( almost three years a go) Now as I walk through the door and see three days worth of dirty socks lying on the floor, It is hard to be on a cloud:) HA HA.. It could be that I am knocked up about ready to Pop though :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sleeping yesterday morning, a deep nice sleep..... when my cell phone rang, imagine my surprise to see that it was my kid's mother ( womb) calling at 7 a.m. I did not answer, then I heard hubby's cell phone ringing, he did not answer..... later when we all a rose from our beds, the kid's called her, she was calling so early to tell me to have the kids call her sister as it was her birthday..... NOT MY JOB!!!!!!! I think she has been to one to many square dances, Her new boyfriend excuse me fiance ( he isn't divorced from his other wife yet) is a piece of work as well..... she had her tubes tied at 24.. good thing, those two should not reproduce with each other:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece Mady is staying with us again, she took her first steps yesterday, it was sweet, I love her very much. Her own Mother hasn't tried to see her for over a month now..... My Mom should be going to court again soon to get full custody.... I hope it works out, we would be very sad without our Mady:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-330906215036259471?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/330906215036259471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=330906215036259471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/330906215036259471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/330906215036259471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-9199194427704953798</id><published>2008-04-16T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:03:13.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure, peeing and no sleep</title><content type='html'>Well almost a month until my due date.... am I excited you ask? HECK YA!!!! I don't care about the horrendous pain that lies  in store for me, I want this little guy out of me!!!! It is getting harder and harder to walk.. yes I said walk, There is a lot of pressure in a not so nice area, my ankles are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cankles&lt;/span&gt; now and I have to pee every ten minutes, sleeping is non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt;, and my mood swings are not pleasant for anyone....  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; yes the joys of pregnancy :) Well the last few months anyway:) I am excited to meet our little boy! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-9199194427704953798?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9199194427704953798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=9199194427704953798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/9199194427704953798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/9199194427704953798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/pressure-peeing-and-no-sleep.html' title='Pressure, peeing and no sleep'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-5072475842761014766</id><published>2008-04-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:11:18.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>So I have been having some really strange dreams as of late, people tell me it is because I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt;, I had one the other night in which David Letterman told me I had Mental problems, he then proceeded to throw baby ducks into a pond.  I had another one in which I was talking to the original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elphaba&lt;/span&gt; ( Wicked) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Idina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Menzel&lt;/span&gt;, I told her she did a great job in Enchanted and her reply was "I KNOW" very snotty!  But the strangest and most hurtful was a few nights a go I dreamed that my cute nice wonderful husband gambled away all of our money 50,000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dollars&lt;/span&gt; to be exact ( we don't have that much in real life, so I am not bragging) when confronted about it, he proceeded to tell me he doubted the baby was his!!!!!  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; and p/o at him when I woke up.. Lucky him:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams are really weird, where do they come from? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, our little Ben is quite the mover and shaker as of late, he never stops moving it feels like, it is exciting, I am getting closer to birth... JOY, RAPTURE, FEAR, TORTURE!!!!!! ( Only slightly kidding) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-5072475842761014766?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5072475842761014766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=5072475842761014766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5072475842761014766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5072475842761014766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-6099402472887493854</id><published>2008-03-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:12:41.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaime Lee who?</title><content type='html'>I am sore... Why do you ask? Because I cleaned my house yesterday, actually I cleaned two rooms in my house, this morning I couldn't move, I felt like I had been skiing all day, ( minus the windburn of course) 9 weeks to go until our little bundle arrives, I can't wait.....!!!!! There will be no cleaning today, I am going to Target with C-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dawg&lt;/span&gt; to register for my Baby shower, I wonder if I could talk her into pushing me in a wheelchair:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece stayed with us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lastnight&lt;/span&gt;, she actually stays every Weds and Thurs night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lastnight&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't tell if she had a tummy ache or was just mad ( She is 9 months) but the screams coming from that child would put Jaime Lee Curtis to shame ( of Scream Queen fame) So we played until 11: 15 when she finally blessed me with sleep:) It is giving me lots of practice:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hillybilly&lt;/span&gt; Mom's boyfriend asked Nick on the phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt; if Nick had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; page yet.... Nick is eight, so now guess what Nick wants? H to E to the ( you get it) NO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know who is worse the boyfriend or the "Mother" There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; pages are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;, they both profess there love for each other for all the world to share... I should print some of them off and send them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CMT&lt;/span&gt; titled "Hillbilly love letters".. or "LOVE" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Appalachian&lt;/span&gt; style..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am being mean... Bu it is my blog, and if you had to deal with them, you'd be mean too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am off to groom....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-6099402472887493854?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6099402472887493854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=6099402472887493854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6099402472887493854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6099402472887493854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/jaime-lee-who.html' title='Jaime Lee who?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-3017808630470671123</id><published>2008-03-01T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:42:04.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mom</title><content type='html'>Am I a bad Mom because of the excitement I felt this morning when I heard my Sons basketball coaches voice on the answering machine telling me that all games had been canceled? Am I an even worse Mom when I was again excited when the kid's Aunt called and said that their Grandma would be over to get them for a sleep over in twenty minutes?  I am a lone here at my computer, no fights from upstairs, no "MOM is it to early for a cookie?" NO "Mom! Are you listening to me?" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it was longer than a night I would miss them, but as of now I am going to relax and enjoy the silence:) T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;onight&lt;/span&gt; I am going to the Central girls B-ball game, "ONLY" eighteen years a go I was playing for Central, (Sigh) to be so young and in shape again, there is something about walking into a gym ( any gym) that puts be right back to being in high school, I have decided that all gyms smell the same, like 40 year old sweat and angst (  I love it) I miss that feeling of being an " Athlete" While now I am a Mom and  a wife ( and I do love that more then anything) no one stops me at the store to say, "Hey great game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt;"  Well Chris might, but that is a different story.. HA HA HA.. ( that one was for C-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dawg&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-3017808630470671123?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3017808630470671123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=3017808630470671123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3017808630470671123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3017808630470671123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-mom.html' title='Bad Mom'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-4441736201217513791</id><published>2008-01-28T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:38:21.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I was sad to hear of President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hinckley's&lt;/span&gt; passing, but happy for him to be reunited with his cute little wife.  He sure did a lot for the church in a short time, almost thirteen years:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and I just returned from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas yesterday, it was fun visiting with our good friends. I wish so bad that they could move here:( The weather was nice there in the 50's, not so much here:) I missed our little ones though and was happy to return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; is sick with a cold, it makes me feel so helpless when a baby is sick, her chest seems to be getting tighter and tighter, I hope she will be okay:(   She is playing in her bed at the moment, and right when she starts to fall asleep, she coughs and wakes herself up, so the routine starts all over again:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kid's&lt;/span&gt; "Womb" had her weird boyfriend call Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt; and ask about the kids coming down for the summer.... This guy's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MYSPACE&lt;/span&gt; sight scares me , I know this is very judgemental for me to say, but he seems like a big ole perv! By law we have to let them go, but I don't want to! It is all just a game to her, they'll probably be down there for a week and she'll want to send them back! I really dislike her! Her and Her boyfriend set  a wedding date for June of 2009, she was engaged once before to a different guy, they were going to get married also, guess when.. YEP JUNE! Chris and I were married in June, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Coincidence&lt;/span&gt;? I think not. She still wears the wedding ring from her marriage to Chris, that is so creepy and wrong to me. Sigh... sorry.... It just feels good to vent about her. I love my little ones and want to protect them.. mostly from her:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to happier things, our little Ben is quite the mover and shaker, he really goes crazy at night... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt; now it kinda feels like a little feather moving inside my belly.. it kinda tickles:) I still can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt;... I can't wait to meet him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-4441736201217513791?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4441736201217513791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=4441736201217513791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4441736201217513791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/4441736201217513791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-5987816799145064352</id><published>2008-01-18T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:11:01.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hill Billy Mama</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why some people have children. There are people out there that can't have kids and want them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; and then there are those who don't want them, don't take care of them, but they get to have them. I am talking about my kid's "Mother" I like to refer to her as their "womb" because that is basically all she is.  She posted a blog on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; claiming how much she loves and misses them.  I know I should not let it get to me, but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt;... it is not in my nature to not react to such stupidity and dishonesty. If she loved and missed them, she would be here ( I do predict a return to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colorado&lt;/span&gt; for her, not because of her kiddo's but because of bad relationships and burned bridges, leaving her with no other place to go) she said in her blog she needed to get her life together in Texas.... Your life should be where your children are? Don't ya think? Basically all she cares about is having a boyfriend and having sex! Yes I know very blunt of me to say, but I wrote it a lot nicer than I thought it! I hope Nick and Heather don't inherit her decision making skills! I keep having these dreams that I tell her off.... it feels so good in my dream to do that, but then I wake up and am faced with the reality of having to be cordial to her for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; sake.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, on a much happier note, our little Ben weighs 1 pound 2 ounces and is very healthy. I can't wait to meet him:) Also, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Mady has been staying with us for a few nights a week, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; my Mom works. I have grown so attached to her! I hope the custody thing works out and she doesn't have to go back to her "Mother" (WOMB) I think we would all be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; if that happened! Hubby and I are taking a little trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas on Friday.... We will be kid free ( Well except for Ben of course:) HA!  I am looking forward to our trip. We haven't had a trip without the kids since our honeymoon! ( I don't think) Nick has started Basketball, I love it! He seems to be enjoying himself. His first game is tomorrow, they gave them all little sweatbands to put on there heads, he looks so cute in his, of course I told him he looked "cool" instead of cute:) K, enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rambling&lt;/span&gt;! BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-5987816799145064352?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5987816799145064352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=5987816799145064352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5987816799145064352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5987816799145064352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/hill-billy-mama.html' title='Hill Billy Mama'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-3127719656951462737</id><published>2007-11-02T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:52:11.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, Blah, Blah</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a while since I blogged, I don't think anyone reads this, so who cares I guess. I reckon the word is out, I am knocked up. The Morning sickness has subsided a bit and I am not puking as much. I did get to see the baby last week, that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;. I will see it next week too, as they are testing for downs, and I am an old fart! Sometimes I am so overwhelmed with how much I  have been blessed, meeting Chris and the kiddo's has changed my life:) For the better of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have new neighbors across the street, the man was in bright purple sweats, Maybe he was Barney for Halloween and got attached to his pants, I dunno, but the sweats aren't working for him:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-3127719656951462737?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3127719656951462737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=3127719656951462737' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3127719656951462737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/3127719656951462737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/11/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, Blah, Blah'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-792440265337699633</id><published>2007-09-22T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:41:08.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooped!</title><content type='html'>What a busy last two days it has been. Yesterday we ( mostly hubby) tore out all of our old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; cabinets, ripped up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;linoleum&lt;/span&gt;( have no idea how to spell that) and scraped the old stuff that was still stuck to the floor. Today we put in our new floor, and most of our cabinets ( with the help of Geoff the great) I am pooped!!!! Hubby tried to hook our hot water back up tonight and it started leaking, so right now we have no water, don't think I will be going to church tomorrow, if I can not shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to give my little niece back yesterday, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; bother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; about it, it is to long and depressing. I really miss her today though, when I gave her a kiss goodbye she gave me a huge grin. I love her so much. I hope she is being taken care of:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-792440265337699633?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/792440265337699633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=792440265337699633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/792440265337699633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/792440265337699633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/pooped.html' title='Pooped!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-6683028580865639525</id><published>2007-09-18T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:10:35.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mady</title><content type='html'>Well I had my little 3 month old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt;, she is really growing and I don't think I could love her anymore:) She woke up at 3:30 a.m. this morning, ready to eat and play:) She was smiling and kicking her little feet and waving her little arms.... I just sat and watched her, amazed at how full of life she is, she is so precious and should be cherished. I don't know how to get that through to her parents. I am keeping her again today and tonight, I just don't have the heart to send her back. When I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; her Mom to ask if I could keep her one more day she wrote back " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; fine I am out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fruita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wayz&lt;/span&gt;" She probably went out there so she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be there if I decided to bring Mady back. Right now Mady is in her little seat trying to get a toy, she is getting frustrated, I probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; find amusement in it, but it is so funny to watch her get so mad. My favorite thing when she is here, is to watch Nick and Heather around her, Nick especially, he is so gentle and he can always make her smile. Heather sings to her, she makes up songs usually about what Mady is wearing:) They are ready for a brother or sister, I'll see what I can do:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-6683028580865639525?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6683028580865639525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=6683028580865639525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6683028580865639525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6683028580865639525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/mady.html' title='Mady'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2025284561259507356</id><published>2007-09-17T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:49:00.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave a comment</title><content type='html'>I want to know if anyone beside Crystal reads this thing.. if you do leave a comment k...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2025284561259507356?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2025284561259507356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2025284561259507356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2025284561259507356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2025284561259507356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/leave-comment.html' title='Leave a comment'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2655318866128588745</id><published>2007-09-10T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:35:44.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Venting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. So lately my son and I have not been getting a long, everything he does irritates me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; I do irritates him, We/he has been experiencing some out of control fit throwing, when I get him calmed down it all boils down to one thing.. " Why did my Mommy leave" He wrote her a letter the other night, basically asking her why she left and why she doesn't visit him.... It seemed to make him feel better.  K just so everyone ( or the only person who reads this) is up to speed with the events so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided I needed to talk to his Mom about it, she needs to know! So I calmly ( at first) ex&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plained&lt;/span&gt; to her that we are worried about him... and I laid it all out on the line for her... I calmly did not hold back. I explained to her that he holds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in, then explodes, I explained to her that he feels like it is his fault she left, I explained to her that he told me that at night when he can't sleep he wonders " Is it my fault, did I lie to much? Was I to bratty" Is that why she left? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;explained&lt;/span&gt; to her that he has a lot of guilt regarding her and that it is eating away at him and causing Chris and I some real concern......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was silent for a while, then she said this to me...... " YA KNOW HE GETS ALL OF THIS FROM ME, I HOLD EVERYTHING IN TOO, THEN I JUST WRITE IT DOWN, AND I FEEL BETTER, HE GETS THIS FROM ME"... ME, ME, ME...... That was basically all she said. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on she called Chris and told him that I made her "FEEL LIKE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SHI&lt;/span&gt;%" BIG FREAKING DEAL, you Jerry Springer like, freckled, smelly little hill billy!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; I called her and said that my only concern was my son, that she had done some damage and that she needed to fix it. She said that I had made her feel bad, I told her that was not my intent and that her main concern should be Nick and not her own feelings. Maybe I didn't talk slow enough because she just didn't get it, although she called Nick twice tonight to tell him she had been crying ( idiot) She just turned it into something all about her. I hope someday Nick will see that she is a mess, a selfish, ignorant, sad mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2655318866128588745?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2655318866128588745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2655318866128588745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2655318866128588745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2655318866128588745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-venting.html' title='More Venting'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-6531635627322562487</id><published>2007-09-07T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:47:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY VENT!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but I have to vent.. My kid's mother ( egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doner&lt;/span&gt;) is a selfish, ignorant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;narracististic&lt;/span&gt; immature, JERK!!!! She called tonight and I timed how long she talked to my son, 35 seconds, then I heard her say.. let me talk to your sister.. not " I love you honey, have a good night" or I'll talk to you later sweetheart, hand the phone over to your sister okay" just.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LET ME TALK TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youR&lt;/span&gt; SISTER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; talked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt; for 5 minutes and 45 seconds.... not that that is a really long time either, but longer than 35 seconds. Then she starts asking Heather if I bathed her, and reminded her to remind me to put Heather is the shower! First off I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; that their Mother bathes regularly.. I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; either...My kids are clean and fed and clothed nicely.. THEY WERE NOT WHEN THEY LIVED WITH HER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I take Nick and Heather to dinner.. ( celebrating it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;:) and Nick starts crying in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; about how much he misses his Mom and how she never sends him letters ( she said she was going to write to him once a month or something like that) and she never visits, he asked me if I would take him to Texas to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so badly to say.. YOUR MOM IS AN IDIOT.. but I didn't.  Right now he is writing her a letter.. I told him he could write whatever he wanted.. so far she isn't going to like it... Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-6531635627322562487?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6531635627322562487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=6531635627322562487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6531635627322562487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6531635627322562487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-vent.html' title='MY VENT!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2361729721455960150</id><published>2007-09-07T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:35:15.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shero</title><content type='html'>I AM GOING TO SEE MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHERO&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WYNONNA&lt;/span&gt; JUDD.... ON OCT 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.. C-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dawg&lt;/span&gt; and my Mommy are coming too, plus my cousin and my Auntie are meeting us there.. I am so excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be awesome if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wynonna&lt;/span&gt; pulled me out of the crowd to sing with her on stage, then 'we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BFF'S&lt;/span&gt; and I could teach her about the gospel and she would find some good guy and get married in the temple and live happily ever after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe not:) But one can dream:!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2361729721455960150?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2361729721455960150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2361729721455960150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2361729721455960150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2361729721455960150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/shero.html' title='Shero'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-5767960797555395307</id><published>2007-09-05T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:11:40.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R Blog</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with Rosie O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Donnell's&lt;/span&gt; blog, I have to check it everyday! Why do you ask? I don't know is my sad quiet little answer. You see my dear friends,  or the one and only person who reads my blog. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; disagree with everything she says, she is a bully, she shoves her ridiculous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; and beliefs down anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;within&lt;/span&gt; a fifty mile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;radius's&lt;/span&gt; throat. She promotes paranoia with her strange " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theories&lt;/span&gt;" and quite honestly she is extremely rude and obnoxious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She posts pictures of herself on her blog, and if you look closely... she has sad.. crazy eyes. But did you know she has given away almost fifty million dollars of her own money to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; charities? FIFTY MILLION DOLLARS!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;endearing&lt;/span&gt; to me...until I read her blog.... she is so mean, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I read it I get upset! My husband told me " WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know is my sad quiet little answer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't like someone she calls them " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;VOLDEMORTS&lt;/span&gt;" it is usually a very rich &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Republican&lt;/span&gt; that she is insulting... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wrote&lt;/span&gt; to her and told her she looked like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HAGRID&lt;/span&gt;... ( that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wasn't &lt;/span&gt;very nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need to be on a 12 step program to help me stay away from her blog. Would that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know is my sad quiet little answer......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-5767960797555395307?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5767960797555395307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=5767960797555395307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5767960797555395307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/5767960797555395307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/r-blog.html' title='R Blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-2529720466381656968</id><published>2007-09-04T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:56:05.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis and Pheeb's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt; I dreamed I was slow dancing with Elvis in a Morgue.. I know strange huh? I watch&lt;br /&gt;" The Closer" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt;, so I think that is where the morgue came in, also in my dream I had a cute little baby girl, she had tons of black hair, and in my dream I handed her to Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kudrow&lt;/span&gt; to feed so I could dance with Elvis.. He wasn't the sad fat Elvis either, he was the Black leather Elvis, and he was beautiful... really tall with the most perfect skin, I know strange!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just bought Elvis Karaoke, so maybe that is where this comes from, I dunno. But how many of you can say, I slow danced with Elvis in a Morgue. Not to many I'd guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-2529720466381656968?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2529720466381656968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=2529720466381656968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2529720466381656968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/2529720466381656968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/elvis-and-pheebs.html' title='Elvis and Pheeb&apos;s'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-8429741857029224896</id><published>2007-09-01T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:17:39.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck and the Midgets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt; at about 12:30 in the A.M, I heard a loud THUMP from upstairs, followed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; by LOUD screaming, Midget # 2 had fallen out of bed, she had hurt her little arm, but her main concern was her Care Bear, she just laid there screaming... CARE BEAR, CARE BEAR!!! I found the infamous Care Bear, and somehow my little midget made her way to my bed:) Sleeping with her is like sleeping with a heating blanket, she is the hottest little thing, and she never stops moving, so needless to say I didn't sleep very well, at some point in the middle of the night, I reached over to find her, and my arms found her teetering on the edge of the bed, I tried to pull her closer to me, and in her sleep she fought and screamed every inch of the way, I finally held her close to me and said, " YOU WERE ON THE EDGE AGAIN, DO YOU WANT TO FALL OFF!..... She just rolled over and snuggled up to me, unaware of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imminent&lt;/span&gt; danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; there thinking, " I am a parent now, I guess my job is to keep them off of the edge ( So to speak) and to keep them safe. " Wow, I m a parent, I have these two little amazing midgets, that love me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;, I am so lucky" I had never looked at it like that before, to me it was a package deal, I loved there Dad ( beyond words) and they came with the ( cute) package. ( Get your mind out of the gutter C-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dawg&lt;/span&gt;) They don't even seem like the same little kids, My first week as their Mother, I fixed them cereal for Breakfast and I put milk in Nicks cereal ( Like you normally would) and he told me evil like  " EVERYBODY IN THIS HOUSE KNOWS YOU DON'T PUT MILK IN MY CEREAL!" I went upstairs and cried.  Heather would only sleep in a laundry basket not her bed. ( I think she felt secure there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is, all this time I had been thinking how lucky they were to have me. There real Mom isn't that great. But the truth is I AM LUCKY TO KNOW AND HAVE THEM! I am so lucky and so blessed, even when they are screaming at me, or throwing up, or sleeping with me and keeping me up all night:) I am lucky because they are a blessing, they have shown me what real unconditional love is,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so this sounds like a talk you would give in church.... but I had to write it down. I love those guys and I truly am lucky:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-8429741857029224896?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8429741857029224896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=8429741857029224896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8429741857029224896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/8429741857029224896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/luck-and-midgets.html' title='Luck and the Midgets'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-1127091910418782642</id><published>2007-08-29T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:30:39.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantie Flasher</title><content type='html'>Do you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; when you were in Kindergarten? There was always that one little girl that flashed her underwear to anyone that would look? Well my little Heather is in Kindergarten, and I am sad to say that I think she is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pantie&lt;/span&gt; flasher. As we are walking up to her class room today, she says, " Hey there is Kyle, Hey Kyle, I wore my pink panties today look!" It was like I was moving in slow motion, I reached down to takes her hands away from her dress, and as I yelled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, time seemed to stand still, all that was right in the world did not exist anymore, she slowly pulled her little dress up, and with a sadistic little small she said " See I told you Kyle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; and hid behind his Mother, who had no idea what was going on since she had been on her cell phone the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;could have&lt;/span&gt; hid behind my Mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-1127091910418782642?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1127091910418782642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=1127091910418782642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1127091910418782642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/1127091910418782642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/08/panty-flasher.html' title='Pantie Flasher'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-39285352684222057</id><published>2007-08-28T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:14:03.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty pinching and Tennis shoes</title><content type='html'>So I went shopping with Crystal today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;affectionately&lt;/span&gt; also known as C-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dawg&lt;/span&gt;. I swear that girl is the bargain queen. She could have 5 bucks and some how find shoes, pants, and the cure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; the common cold:) We went to Foot Locker ( My home away from home) and we found these Tennis shoes, two for 89 dollars, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;.. we both have matching shoes now, I am sure the lady helping us thought we were a lesbian love couple,  ( we did sleep together our senior year) I made sure to mention my hubby, I have an aversion to people thinking I am gay, I don't know what is worse, being thought of as a gay WOMAN, or being called SIR... ( sorry that is still bugging me) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, we both have the same pair or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;addias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tennies&lt;/span&gt;, I think that is funny, it probably isn't though..... I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; Felix's twin at Target, I thought for sure it was her, I even left my comfortable seat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; the food court to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt; her ( Not in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stalking&lt;/span&gt; sort of way) but to say hi, I almost called out " Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;" just to be funny, because to me she is BECKY!!!! But at the last minute she turned around and it wasn't her, What if I had pinched her booty or something to be funny... ( I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shuddering&lt;/span&gt; at the thought)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-39285352684222057?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/39285352684222057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=39285352684222057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/39285352684222057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/39285352684222057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/08/booty-pinching-and-tennis-shoes.html' title='Booty pinching and Tennis shoes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74246817013119975.post-6112137212637083441</id><published>2007-08-26T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:24:40.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puke and the Mister</title><content type='html'>Well my little boy has been puking on and off for three days now, just when I think he is getting better, a massive eruption comes from his tiny little body leaving no survivors. So today I realized I was out of cleaning stuff and needed it badly, so I broke the sabbath and headed to target for some sort of bleach that would kill all of the little flu germs floating around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eglet&lt;/span&gt; abode. As I was checking out, the teen age girl behind the counter said to me, " How are you today SIR!!!" SIR! I thought, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I don't look my best, my hair was in a pony tail and my face clear of any kind of make up, but SIR! Did she not see the enormous mounds of flesh that I have been carrying on the front of me, since the eight grade? The boobs that could easily feed a family of eight if they had too? I gave her a slight smile that was meant to say ... UH? And she turned red, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Instantly&lt;/span&gt; I thought of her later telling her friends... " Ya and I looked up and it was totally a lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74246817013119975-6112137212637083441?l=egletmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6112137212637083441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74246817013119975&amp;postID=6112137212637083441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6112137212637083441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74246817013119975/posts/default/6112137212637083441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egletmama.blogspot.com/2007/08/puke-and-mister.html' title='Puke and the Mister'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862012220705126185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
