<?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-27419577</id><updated>2012-01-25T12:20:35.232-05:00</updated><category term='virusandfungusie'/><category term='all germy'/><title type='text'>A bra that fits A canopener that works &amp; A good book</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>453</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4766336450752798549</id><published>2012-01-11T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:32:18.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day with The Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38x-503YUs4/Tw3_trOf1dI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/DR3kobqOof4/s1600/100_3588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696490263856272850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38x-503YUs4/Tw3_trOf1dI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/DR3kobqOof4/s320/100_3588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy is sitting eating the "charms" out of LuckyCharms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "Mom, here eat this charm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "No, I don't like the charms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "Please, eat the charm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I put it in &lt;strong&gt;my mouth&lt;/strong&gt; I jokingly said, "Where has this charm been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "In the dog's mouth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is presently dancing around saying,"oh yeah, oh yeah, she did not know it, she did not know it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a boy in need of a good*home. Any takers? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4766336450752798549?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4766336450752798549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4766336450752798549&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4766336450752798549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4766336450752798549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-another-day-with-boy.html' title='Just Another Day with The Boy'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38x-503YUs4/Tw3_trOf1dI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/DR3kobqOof4/s72-c/100_3588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-8478413277944048726</id><published>2012-01-04T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:33:28.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, I fell into Pinterest...</title><content type='html'>while trying to escape my life.&lt;br /&gt;It's not been a good couple of months. (Just keeping it real and letting the real life stuff flow here.)&lt;br /&gt;With my dad passing away, the drama there. I've had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bronchitis&lt;/span&gt; twice. My husband once, and the boy has not felt so good either.&lt;br /&gt;A daughter with an unplanned pregnancy/birth &amp;amp; an unplanned life. Mental illness...it is a thief and a liar. I hate it and the *birth parents who did God only knows what while pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I can choose not to be apart of the drama, but there is still an innocent baby that didn't ask for the Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;If that's not enough to drive my over the edge, *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gobernut&lt;/span&gt; (new term the current &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bparents&lt;/span&gt; use for &lt;a href="mailto:%5Edf@c$"&gt;^df@c$&lt;/a&gt;) The two new kids have more issues than *southern living*. And the "*SW can't be bothered to call me back. Meanwhile the girl(age 5) pees on anything that moves and lies for a hobby.Seriously lies. You can't believe a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g that comes out of her mouth. Honest. She wets in a pull up. I have her take it off. I hold up a 5 lb pee soaked pull up and say WHY did you pee in the pull up when you were sitting next to the BATHROOM? Her: I didn't pee. Really you didn't pee in this pull up? No, it's dry. Are you kidding me? You are telling me this pull up is dry? It stinks like pee and weighs 5 lbs, you didn't pee? this is dry? Yes ma'am. I really almost called my husband to come see if it was wet. Because she said it with such conviction, I thought maybe I was losing my mind and she was right! This is a first in 7 yrs for me. I've never had kids like this, just bad *SW &amp;amp; crazed ^bparents^. I &lt;strong&gt;will stick to my 0-3 rule in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 3 yr old brother is much better. He actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trys&lt;/span&gt; to go to the potty and even wakes up dry.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say these kids need therapy. But I've got to get someone to answer my phone calls/emails.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't hear from me in a couple of weeks, go look for me on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;. I've fallen in and can't get back out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-8478413277944048726?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8478413277944048726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=8478413277944048726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8478413277944048726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8478413277944048726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2012/01/sorry-i-fell-into-pinterest.html' title='Sorry, I fell into Pinterest...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-8063531779932942962</id><published>2011-12-24T22:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:41:49.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry ChristMas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8b8Rb0XDkX4/TvaaZs2kuSI/AAAAAAAAA_M/cWrqx5y2B74/s1600/PC180523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689904945556666658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8b8Rb0XDkX4/TvaaZs2kuSI/AAAAAAAAA_M/cWrqx5y2B74/s320/PC180523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Boy with his "you can play with it Nativity set" he's had since he was a baby. It's funny how they always go for the Baby Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EA2dziw4teE/TvaaOa-e-LI/AAAAAAAAA_A/zt_osYIykzc/s1600/PC180518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689904751779444914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EA2dziw4teE/TvaaOa-e-LI/AAAAAAAAA_A/zt_osYIykzc/s320/PC180518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His ornament this year. Mickey in Space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNjL29VR8ik/TvaaDhNsoLI/AAAAAAAAA-0/klz6vLZpBxM/s1600/PC230528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689904564475306162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNjL29VR8ik/TvaaDhNsoLI/AAAAAAAAA-0/klz6vLZpBxM/s320/PC230528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Two-A's last prank of the season. taking the Star from the top of the tree and sitting there with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas from our family to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-8063531779932942962?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8063531779932942962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=8063531779932942962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8063531779932942962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8063531779932942962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry ChristMas'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8b8Rb0XDkX4/TvaaZs2kuSI/AAAAAAAAA_M/cWrqx5y2B74/s72-c/PC180523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-9057462687326966806</id><published>2011-12-20T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:58:44.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whilst skiping through Etsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2FfrpFHVnk/TvFKPqrhv4I/AAAAAAAAA-o/7aXxO9qCmJ8/s1600/PC180525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688409437360996226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2FfrpFHVnk/TvFKPqrhv4I/AAAAAAAAA-o/7aXxO9qCmJ8/s320/PC180525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this wall decoration, wall cling, whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;It now graces The Boys bedroom wall.&lt;br /&gt;We tell him this all the time and when I seen it on Etsy, I HAD to get it for his room.&lt;br /&gt;Etsy is my second favorite hobby now, it seems I "fell" into Pinterest on Friday and didn't climb back out until sometime Monday. It is a dangerous, dangerous place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-9057462687326966806?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/9057462687326966806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=9057462687326966806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/9057462687326966806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/9057462687326966806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/whilst-skiping-through-etsy.html' title='Whilst skiping through Etsy'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2FfrpFHVnk/TvFKPqrhv4I/AAAAAAAAA-o/7aXxO9qCmJ8/s72-c/PC180525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2751790558522339247</id><published>2011-12-18T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:42:39.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit with the Big Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVzXyoryH38/Tu6j9pl0ShI/AAAAAAAAA-c/V_xefBZhNU0/s1600/PC110478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687663658947332626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVzXyoryH38/Tu6j9pl0ShI/AAAAAAAAA-c/V_xefBZhNU0/s320/PC110478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have come so far since those early years. You guys goes know how it goes. They throw a scraming hissy fit. Kinda like Mommy just sat you in the lap of a hungry canabal...and you're lunch. Daddy says he's the perfect age for Christmas magic this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2751790558522339247?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2751790558522339247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2751790558522339247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2751790558522339247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2751790558522339247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/visit-with-big-man.html' title='A visit with the Big Man'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVzXyoryH38/Tu6j9pl0ShI/AAAAAAAAA-c/V_xefBZhNU0/s72-c/PC110478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6475346633580583322</id><published>2011-12-13T14:12:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:35:03.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Dream Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BvKthZv4x8/TuelQHpvWVI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/cymt0ZdhvWA/s1600/PB130108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685694750929148242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BvKthZv4x8/TuelQHpvWVI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/cymt0ZdhvWA/s320/PB130108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess I didn't take as many food pictures as I thought. This is only the first night.&lt;br /&gt;If you click on the menu, you'll get a good idea of Animator's Palate offerings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A32XmIDynHo/Tuek-hTQajI/AAAAAAAAA-E/tzimZPdrua0/s1600/PB130107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685694448576522802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A32XmIDynHo/Tuek-hTQajI/AAAAAAAAA-E/tzimZPdrua0/s320/PB130107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVNoSEQJgCY/TuekwhdMESI/AAAAAAAAA94/Y7UyTZ-BTqI/s1600/PB130110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685694208100012322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVNoSEQJgCY/TuekwhdMESI/AAAAAAAAA94/Y7UyTZ-BTqI/s320/PB130110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is The Boys mac &amp;amp; cheese. He wouldn't touch it, because "somebody messed it up" by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; it in a "thing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAjEJaR1FP8/Tuekkc0SUMI/AAAAAAAAA9s/NL9TMYSSaIE/s1600/PB130111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685694000696283330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAjEJaR1FP8/Tuekkc0SUMI/AAAAAAAAA9s/NL9TMYSSaIE/s320/PB130111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My endive &amp;amp; poached pear salad. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fV995Pt86ys/TuekXdyPs1I/AAAAAAAAA9g/uKLcig2C3mg/s1600/PB140121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685693777617859410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fV995Pt86ys/TuekXdyPs1I/AAAAAAAAA9g/uKLcig2C3mg/s320/PB140121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Boy's room service. He could not be bothered to go up to the amazing breakfast buffet. (So we left him in the room to sleep while we went.) Don't worry, I hung out the "do not disturb" sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VC77xmEoWU/TuekIiDOf_I/AAAAAAAAA9U/1mvMO4wokIs/s1600/PB130113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685693521064787954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VC77xmEoWU/TuekIiDOf_I/AAAAAAAAA9U/1mvMO4wokIs/s320/PB130113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first dessert, a little tiny bit of 3 different ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0a1UoAFhKg/Tuej3fOAdwI/AAAAAAAAA9I/cKpAe1_wgDY/s1600/PB140152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685693228246923010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0a1UoAFhKg/Tuej3fOAdwI/AAAAAAAAA9I/cKpAe1_wgDY/s320/PB140152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Main dessert. a lemon pudding...with coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food on the boat is really good and plentiful. My son-in-law (bless his heart) had 3 entrees some nights. My daughter had several &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appetizers&lt;/span&gt; at once. I of course would never be such a pig. I stuck to tiny, baby, almost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nonexistent&lt;/span&gt; desserts, with a "main" dessert. Now I wish I had brought the camera to dinner after the first night. These pictures really doesn't do the food justice. And the Buffets! One buffet was just sushi, where my daughter might as well have pulled up a chair. Oh, were they ever good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two more years, two more years. I'll just chant that...for two more years. Unless I win the lottery, then I'm going right then and taking all of you with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6475346633580583322?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6475346633580583322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6475346633580583322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6475346633580583322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6475346633580583322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/disney-dream-food.html' title='Disney Dream Food'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BvKthZv4x8/TuelQHpvWVI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/cymt0ZdhvWA/s72-c/PB130108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5575160780160509058</id><published>2011-12-11T21:21:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:46:57.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney's private island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bGVp_mN0Xw/TuVoGXxcMhI/AAAAAAAAA88/kielG7GyYvE/s1600/PB150165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685064563295007250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bGVp_mN0Xw/TuVoGXxcMhI/AAAAAAAAA88/kielG7GyYvE/s320/PB150165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 2 older &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MeMe&lt;/span&gt; babies, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caitie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Yu4JMe3rB8/TuVn3HkBbBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fQZL7TZABTg/s1600/PB150160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685064301245721618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Yu4JMe3rB8/TuVn3HkBbBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fQZL7TZABTg/s320/PB150160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Boy resting for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsiCTcsogZw/TuVnpQ8oJXI/AAAAAAAAA8k/B-7sAQ0__Dw/s1600/PB150162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685064063246673266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsiCTcsogZw/TuVnpQ8oJXI/AAAAAAAAA8k/B-7sAQ0__Dw/s320/PB150162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the thing Disney has is private cabanas you can rent for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which are hard to come by(there's only 17 on the family beach) and is a little pricey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But so worth it. You don't have to fight for a chair, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hammock&lt;/span&gt;, space in the water, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it comes stocked with drinks in a fridge, snacks &amp;amp; a private beach too. Oh, and a "butler".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worth the $ in my opinion, if you can snag one. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ours&lt;/span&gt; was #17, the very last one on the beach, so we were even more secluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikgz0FkH5dA/TuVncGkjHFI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/IxWVHojYZ5s/s1600/PB150166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685063837123026002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikgz0FkH5dA/TuVncGkjHFI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/IxWVHojYZ5s/s320/PB150166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lrV54B0hmc/TuVnLwD4PWI/AAAAAAAAA8M/gaGu3GQbkpM/s1600/PB150164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685063556202511714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lrV54B0hmc/TuVnLwD4PWI/AAAAAAAAA8M/gaGu3GQbkpM/s320/PB150164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylie&lt;/span&gt; Boy, who just turned 2. The youngest, of my older daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xfGolZZzMg/TuVm9SGdb5I/AAAAAAAAA8A/qYQixCGxFcs/s1600/PB150172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685063307642105746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xfGolZZzMg/TuVm9SGdb5I/AAAAAAAAA8A/qYQixCGxFcs/s320/PB150172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids playing on a deserted beach. Unheard of on the island. We loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVDJHi7Wm7s/TuVmxhZnFiI/AAAAAAAAA70/MBTKZC6YYLk/s1600/PB150174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685063105590531618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVDJHi7Wm7s/TuVmxhZnFiI/AAAAAAAAA70/MBTKZC6YYLk/s320/PB150174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty flowers, my husband wouldn't let me pick :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijCkKM4bkfA/TuVmkzbbFJI/AAAAAAAAA7o/7QW4xyqHOrU/s1600/PB150179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685062887091672210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijCkKM4bkfA/TuVmkzbbFJI/AAAAAAAAA7o/7QW4xyqHOrU/s320/PB150179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFZ79EoCSB8/TuVmT-obbgI/AAAAAAAAA7c/L9gQK3M0zzg/s1600/PB150183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685062598041234946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFZ79EoCSB8/TuVmT-obbgI/AAAAAAAAA7c/L9gQK3M0zzg/s320/PB150183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chip &amp;amp; Dale. I can never remember who is who. But see how the Boy's smile looks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; like the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rodent&lt;/span&gt; on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8OSemNAgac/TuVmHrU6otI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PBvj-7qvgho/s1600/PB150187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685062386700690130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8OSemNAgac/TuVmHrU6otI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PBvj-7qvgho/s320/PB150187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One messy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot dog&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--q6dC9aYN6c/TuVl7jP5cRI/AAAAAAAAA7E/oR-zkiZJZGw/s1600/PB150189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685062178373726482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--q6dC9aYN6c/TuVl7jP5cRI/AAAAAAAAA7E/oR-zkiZJZGw/s320/PB150189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love that boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjcPdw636ZY/TuVluFlxWrI/AAAAAAAAA64/4z2pwY6PHqg/s1600/PB150192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685061947074108082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjcPdw636ZY/TuVluFlxWrI/AAAAAAAAA64/4z2pwY6PHqg/s320/PB150192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sea urchin my son in law brought up from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt; to show us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was pretty cool looking. (then we was put back where he came from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBVbw67LIeE/TuVlX05syzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/eGHl-kbRaKA/s1600/PB150195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685061564637170482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBVbw67LIeE/TuVlX05syzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/eGHl-kbRaKA/s320/PB150195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up next a few *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FoodPorn&lt;/span&gt; shots. I do love the food on the boat. I always try to get my money's worth in that department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5575160780160509058?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5575160780160509058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5575160780160509058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5575160780160509058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5575160780160509058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/disneys-private-island.html' title='Disney&apos;s private island'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bGVp_mN0Xw/TuVoGXxcMhI/AAAAAAAAA88/kielG7GyYvE/s72-c/PB150165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2793208536182023680</id><published>2011-12-10T20:40:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:04:06.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ4nFVpmWQ4/TuQNH_Ge6uI/AAAAAAAAA6g/dDIt7gBRxXI/s1600/PB150202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684683060497279714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ4nFVpmWQ4/TuQNH_Ge6uI/AAAAAAAAA6g/dDIt7gBRxXI/s320/PB150202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My oldest daughter &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;granddaughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFVACWZ6u4E/TuQM3BFRAlI/AAAAAAAAA6U/wTsnbHnqGBY/s1600/PB150206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684682768971268690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFVACWZ6u4E/TuQM3BFRAlI/AAAAAAAAA6U/wTsnbHnqGBY/s320/PB150206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look closely at the words on the pillow. He crashed hard after a day on Disney Castaway Cay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5NuTrcekww/TuQMqB5ebpI/AAAAAAAAA6I/AuOSvlH04rI/s1600/PB150209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684682545851952786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5NuTrcekww/TuQMqB5ebpI/AAAAAAAAA6I/AuOSvlH04rI/s320/PB150209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chandelier&lt;/span&gt; in Royal Palace dining room. Can you see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cinderella's&lt;/span&gt; glass slippers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UpVh098Vkok/TuQMbIaL-pI/AAAAAAAAA58/iuowUV8tPgY/s1600/PB150217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684682289901730450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UpVh098Vkok/TuQMbIaL-pI/AAAAAAAAA58/iuowUV8tPgY/s320/PB150217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My daughter in the Hypnosis show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VR_Qoq_brLw/TuQMOHJANyI/AAAAAAAAA5w/FdbOjNqYeH4/s1600/PB150221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684682066222921506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VR_Qoq_brLw/TuQMOHJANyI/AAAAAAAAA5w/FdbOjNqYeH4/s320/PB150221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night the room steward left a "towel" animal. We could never figure out what this thing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBPNaaokzzQ/TuQMBY9slVI/AAAAAAAAA5k/R5QclbY5NLo/s1600/PB150222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684681847669036370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBPNaaokzzQ/TuQMBY9slVI/AAAAAAAAA5k/R5QclbY5NLo/s320/PB150222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pirate night midnight buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BkZ7wSLRsVs/TuQLxZ8aoQI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/tL8hqHvnjcc/s1600/PB160227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684681573054193922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BkZ7wSLRsVs/TuQLxZ8aoQI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/tL8hqHvnjcc/s320/PB160227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chandelier&lt;/span&gt; in adults only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Palo&lt;/span&gt; restaurant. It's supposed to be spaghetti &amp;amp; meatballs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7BlSgQqe2g/TuQLgNA2S9I/AAAAAAAAA5M/vSRLviGDtJo/s1600/PB160229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684681277525347282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7BlSgQqe2g/TuQLgNA2S9I/AAAAAAAAA5M/vSRLviGDtJo/s320/PB160229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting on his own princess. I told him wait 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--yoIzcLu3x4/TuQLSnu_7JI/AAAAAAAAA5A/WZLtKq6iUg8/s1600/PB160231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684681044180069522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--yoIzcLu3x4/TuQLSnu_7JI/AAAAAAAAA5A/WZLtKq6iUg8/s320/PB160231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7sFlscURCE/TuQLG2kVULI/AAAAAAAAA40/4ho3V01SQBc/s1600/PB160235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684680842003435698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7sFlscURCE/TuQLG2kVULI/AAAAAAAAA40/4ho3V01SQBc/s320/PB160235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE prettiest girl and the meanest girl. She could win either &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTFMkMsCkk4/TuQK68Kdz4I/AAAAAAAAA4o/_TELzM-cbPA/s1600/PB160237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684680637347123074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTFMkMsCkk4/TuQK68Kdz4I/AAAAAAAAA4o/_TELzM-cbPA/s320/PB160237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this one! An elephant. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvO6_Iul128/TuQKl4jx8vI/AAAAAAAAA4c/89VYTSFZXBU/s1600/PB170240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684680275602305778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvO6_Iul128/TuQKl4jx8vI/AAAAAAAAA4c/89VYTSFZXBU/s320/PB170240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tired boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up Next our beach day on Castaway Cay. It is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2793208536182023680?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2793208536182023680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2793208536182023680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2793208536182023680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2793208536182023680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/disney-dream.html' title='Disney Dream'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ4nFVpmWQ4/TuQNH_Ge6uI/AAAAAAAAA6g/dDIt7gBRxXI/s72-c/PB150202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2026398874542359837</id><published>2011-12-07T22:05:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:35:46.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmbx1dQPzCE/TuAuaLwphwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/u3TV715dyNg/s1600/PB180251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683593757109880578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmbx1dQPzCE/TuAuaLwphwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/u3TV715dyNg/s320/PB180251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6RC0AGVJqaI/TuAuMhSPYFI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QXVFNYNidrk/s1600/PB180304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683593522369749074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6RC0AGVJqaI/TuAuMhSPYFI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QXVFNYNidrk/s320/PB180304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VoTeVNOtjq8/TuAuANjYpeI/AAAAAAAAA34/tnqCumubLZQ/s1600/PB180257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683593310914520546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VoTeVNOtjq8/TuAuANjYpeI/AAAAAAAAA34/tnqCumubLZQ/s320/PB180257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqFHNApEpt4/TuAtt_raQ1I/AAAAAAAAA3s/gYfmTZYwF30/s1600/PB180261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683592997952439122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqFHNApEpt4/TuAtt_raQ1I/AAAAAAAAA3s/gYfmTZYwF30/s320/PB180261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XobWXYjYH34/TuAteQr62KI/AAAAAAAAA3g/8dx_y72P12A/s1600/PB180295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683592727640070306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XobWXYjYH34/TuAteQr62KI/AAAAAAAAA3g/8dx_y72P12A/s320/PB180295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJWMkREsUwM/TuAtRXkP8lI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Ax5dlF10aYI/s1600/PB180299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683592506148647506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJWMkREsUwM/TuAtRXkP8lI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Ax5dlF10aYI/s320/PB180299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQOjMzaschI/TuAtENAd6nI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PCI4UfoY5Ks/s1600/PB180293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683592279975914098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQOjMzaschI/TuAtENAd6nI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PCI4UfoY5Ks/s320/PB180293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcHbiTQfONg/TuAsJSNrJ1I/AAAAAAAAA2w/xyJRl-qFKkY/s1600/PB180308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683591267761203026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcHbiTQfONg/TuAsJSNrJ1I/AAAAAAAAA2w/xyJRl-qFKkY/s320/PB180308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuPyg7ULrIY/TuAr6I3Yr5I/AAAAAAAAA2k/-t5zkkS7Tss/s1600/PB180314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683591007553761170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuPyg7ULrIY/TuAr6I3Yr5I/AAAAAAAAA2k/-t5zkkS7Tss/s320/PB180314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this guy actually SNORES all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3igCkP9fpQk/TuArg0YN6kI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TJAwCiBx-Fs/s1600/PB180317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683590572557593154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3igCkP9fpQk/TuArg0YN6kI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TJAwCiBx-Fs/s320/PB180317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5mIw9lGXU4/TuArSoZMnQI/AAAAAAAAA2A/C5Gym6huPxk/s1600/PB180325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683590328822308098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5mIw9lGXU4/TuArSoZMnQI/AAAAAAAAA2A/C5Gym6huPxk/s320/PB180325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsax53PGUTQ/TuArGBgPzEI/AAAAAAAAA10/A-GftxkBe3k/s1600/PB180340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683590112224463938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsax53PGUTQ/TuArGBgPzEI/AAAAAAAAA10/A-GftxkBe3k/s320/PB180340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJxlZfAp0VA/TuAq3tCQhaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/-XwittdrIs8/s1600/PB180356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683589866211804578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJxlZfAp0VA/TuAq3tCQhaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/-XwittdrIs8/s320/PB180356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbB8vE7Mj6M/TuAqsA7ObYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/AoKxfVLV1Ts/s1600/PB180355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683589665392586114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbB8vE7Mj6M/TuAqsA7ObYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/AoKxfVLV1Ts/s320/PB180355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1nGhBaJBE8/TuAqdxewywI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Y7Ry-ivCZ3I/s1600/PB180375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683589420728503042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1nGhBaJBE8/TuAqdxewywI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Y7Ry-ivCZ3I/s320/PB180375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGXC-KgBHBY/TuAqQBRJHwI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ux-NTMexAm8/s1600/PB180363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683589184448175874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGXC-KgBHBY/TuAqQBRJHwI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ux-NTMexAm8/s320/PB180363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd8gaWlvbmg/TuAqBqU3sxI/AAAAAAAAA04/rLP2rZ04Mds/s1600/PB180364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683588937771627282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd8gaWlvbmg/TuAqBqU3sxI/AAAAAAAAA04/rLP2rZ04Mds/s320/PB180364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did Lego Land after the cruise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were not too empressed with the cost per person, the cost of food, that was limited to pizza, hotdogs and 3 hour lines to get it. The many Lego constructions were amazing to look at. the Boy had a good time and I guess that's all that matters. But they wont be seeing us again anytime too soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up Disney Dream photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2026398874542359837?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2026398874542359837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2026398874542359837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2026398874542359837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2026398874542359837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/lego-land.html' title='Lego Land'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmbx1dQPzCE/TuAuaLwphwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/u3TV715dyNg/s72-c/PB180251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-7476257684337322693</id><published>2011-12-04T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:17:18.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgCFDNQD9Lg/Ttwe9qY1lcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rSZoW0yVP5k/s1600/PB130024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682450874534041026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgCFDNQD9Lg/Ttwe9qY1lcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rSZoW0yVP5k/s320/PB130024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like forever that I've blogged or read my favorite blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The last few blogs were "pre-set")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll plunge right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is no particular time line. I couldn't give it to you if I wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were going on a long anticipated Disney cruise November 13th and try as I might I just couldn't get excited about it. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were getting ready to board that beautiful ship I got a call from my sister saying my dad had passed away..in Indiana. We had my older daughter, her husband &amp;amp; 3 kids, ages 2,4,&amp;amp; 6, then me, my husband &amp;amp; The Boy. HOW do you explain to 4 kids who have waited for this moment for 2 years, you're not going on this ship now? You can't. We had so much tied up in the cruise, not to mention 4 kids with no understanding of such things. I made the very hard choice to go ahead with the trip. I was hanged if we went, hanged if we didn't. So I endured the wrath of siblings, for my so very selfish choice to continue and try to go back to visit my mom at a later date. Needless to say, It was not the trip we had planned for, hoped &amp;amp; dreamed about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't recall more than half of what actually happened on the cruise. Surreal is a good word for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the *fosterCare front, crazy things happened when we were gone. Bitsy &amp;amp; Whiny were in respite care while we were gone. And at a random hearing they decided why not send Bitsy home now. Bmom had 3 weeks living on her own, sober, in subsidized housing, no job, no transport, no daycare. Why not now. Boom, custody with no *dfcs* follow up was granted !?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course we were gone, and did not get to say our good byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN this past Friday I get a call at 4:30 and they say Whiny's mom really needs to get into housing, but can't do it unless she has children with her (part of the programs requirements) So why not go ahead &amp;amp; give her *physical custody so she can get housing, &amp;amp; they'll keep legal custody. NO housing, no job, no transport, never *parented sober ect. I'm asked to have her ready to go by 5:30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't get it. Are they setting these women up for failure? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy had a birthday somewhere in the middle of all this. I hope it was a good one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the very same day Whiny left, they called for a sibgroup* of 4. Oldest with bipolar, next oldest autistic. No can do. I'm not "made" that way. The 2 youngest 3 &amp;amp; 5, I say yes. then I find out the 5 yr old girl is NOT potty trained and never been to school. Doesn't even know her colors, ABC's, nothing. The preschool year is of course half over. What are the odds she'll catch up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An interesting sidenote: I had to take her to my favorite local consignment store, because of course, they only came with the DIAPERS on their butt ( I usually say the clothes on their backs, but they didn't HAVE clothes) She had just eat 2 pieces of birthday cake &amp;amp; a gallon or so of ice cream. We walk into the store, get 10 feet in and she says, "I think I'm going to throw up". And procedes to projectile vomit in a 90 degree circle and then all the way to the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never be able to show my face there again. I did clean it up, but needless to say dirty looks were given all around...and I can't blame them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they didn't come with clothes, but they did bring a nice stomach virus to share with one and all. ( insert manic screaming here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy is as cute as a button, well behaved,and wants to use the potty more than anything. SCORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and in the middle of all this, the week before the cruise I had bronchitis, which I thought had got better. Only to come back to a nice case of pneumonia. I felt like I wanted to die most of last week. FYI, Z packs are now generic! oh yeah, no more 160.00. Eight bucks, to no longer feel like I want to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I will have new adventures to blog about my foray into doing ethnic hair and trying to make it up to my mom for being the worst daughter ever conceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to post some really awsome photos of our Disney Dream Cruise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-7476257684337322693?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7476257684337322693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=7476257684337322693&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7476257684337322693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7476257684337322693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-to-start.html' title='Where to Start...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgCFDNQD9Lg/Ttwe9qY1lcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rSZoW0yVP5k/s72-c/PB130024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-8282851814934333831</id><published>2011-11-28T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:15:00.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY I have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTEEuxNPMh0/TtLiAvDr2QI/AAAAAAAAA0g/F14Yxek2wRE/s1600/PB130088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679850582327417090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTEEuxNPMh0/TtLiAvDr2QI/AAAAAAAAA0g/F14Yxek2wRE/s320/PB130088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A 6 Year Old Boy! Who is handsome and a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday My Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-8282851814934333831?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8282851814934333831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=8282851814934333831&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8282851814934333831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8282851814934333831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-i-have.html' title='TODAY I have'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTEEuxNPMh0/TtLiAvDr2QI/AAAAAAAAA0g/F14Yxek2wRE/s72-c/PB130088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1089635452992809927</id><published>2011-11-24T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:18:37.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrkGPJT5zx4/Ts6_7fdTXAI/AAAAAAAAA0U/4VMVr3x6cBI/s1600/PB240381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678687208938363906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrkGPJT5zx4/Ts6_7fdTXAI/AAAAAAAAA0U/4VMVr3x6cBI/s320/PB240381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've never been sure what the proper greeting for this holiday is.&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Merry, Have A ...&lt;br /&gt;What ever you say, I hope you had lots of good food to eat &amp;amp; nothing to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend from last year, Two-U (u as in umbrella) I have no idea why the boy named him Two-U, to-u. I'm unsure of the spelling. He landed on what we call our Japanese clock.&lt;br /&gt;He is not your conventional "elf on a shelf", he was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; elf and I made the story up as I went along. It makes it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; easier on us older mama's who have a hard time remembering what it's supposed to be doing. If he/me forgets to move/do something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; one night, I can always make up a story about him getting in late one night when traffic was bad on the way back from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart/&lt;/span&gt;north pole. 'Cause I'm lazy/forgetful like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Merry, Have A Great Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1089635452992809927?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1089635452992809927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1089635452992809927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1089635452992809927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1089635452992809927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving ?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrkGPJT5zx4/Ts6_7fdTXAI/AAAAAAAAA0U/4VMVr3x6cBI/s72-c/PB240381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5127601261496059352</id><published>2011-11-17T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:01:00.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RSV season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-242NrvyKHUQ/Trn5qkiRmxI/AAAAAAAAAy8/vKp0bo-TtNo/s1600/RSV%2B1_Baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672839715407108882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-242NrvyKHUQ/Trn5qkiRmxI/AAAAAAAAAy8/vKp0bo-TtNo/s320/RSV%2B1_Baby2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a nurse and a foster parent I have seen and had to deal with more than my fair share of RSV or Respiratory syncytial virus. Although more common in Preemies, I have seen many otherwise healthy babys contract RSV. It is contagious. Be careful this time of year taking young babies to Dr. offices and other places where alot of children congregate. You can keep a blanket pulled over your baby in a carrier in public places like for Dr. appts. (there maybe an undiagnosed RSV child waiting with you) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What You Should Know on Nov. 17, World Prematurity Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as expectant parents is joyous and celebratory. In most cases, babies arrive on time, healthy and ready to head home with Mom and Dad. But for the more than half a million American babies born prematurely each year, this often isn’t the case. Many parents of preterm infants are unprepared for the special medical care preemies often require. According to a March of Dimes survey, this is because most expecting parents don’t discuss preterm birth with their doctor during prenatal care, even if they are at high risk. On November 17 - &lt;a href="http://www.marchofdimes.com/mission/prematurity_wpd.html"&gt;World Prematurity Day&lt;/a&gt; - we’re hoping to help change this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite recent slight declines in rates of prematurity, 1,400 babies are still born prematurely in the United States every day, and 13 million babies are affected by prematurity around the world. Prematurity, defined as being born before 37 weeks completed gestation, disrupts a baby’s development in the womb, often stunting the growth of some of the body’s most critical organs. At birth, preemies often have difficulty with breathing, feeding and maintaining temperature. Because their immune systems haven’t had time to fully mature, preterm infants are more likely to develop infections, and because their lungs are underdeveloped, they are more susceptible to respiratory problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, nearly every baby contracts respiratory syncytial virus (RSV) by age two. In most full-term babies, symptoms are similar to those of the common cold and parents may not even know their child has the virus. However, because they don’t have the antibodies needed to fight off infection, preterm infants—even those born just a few weeks early—are at increased risk for developing an RSV-related infection, often requiring medical attention or hospitalization. Parents should speak with their pediatrician to find out if their baby is at high risk for developing severe RSV disease, and how they can prevent against RSV this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSV Quick Facts:&lt;br /&gt;· RSV is the leading cause of infant hospitalization, responsible for more than 125,000 hospitalizations and up to 500 infant deaths each year.&lt;br /&gt;· RSV occurs in epidemics each fall through spring. The CDC has defined “RSV season” as beginning in November and lasting through March for most parts of North America.&lt;br /&gt;· Certain regions have longer RSV seasons than others, with the season beginning as early as July (e.g., Florida) or ending in April.&lt;br /&gt;· Despite its prevalence, one-third of mothers have never heard of RSV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevention is Key:&lt;br /&gt;There is no treatment for RSV, so it’s important for parents to take the following preventive steps to help protect their child:&lt;br /&gt;· Wash hands, toys, bedding, and play areas frequently&lt;br /&gt;· Ensure you, your family, and any visitors in your home wash their hands or use hand sanitizer&lt;br /&gt;· Avoid large crowds and people who may be sick&lt;br /&gt;· Never let anyone smoke near your baby&lt;br /&gt;· Speak with your child’s doctor if you believe he or she may be at high risk for RSV, as a preventive therapy may be available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Aware of Symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;Contact your child’s pediatrician immediately if your child exhibits one or more of the following:&lt;br /&gt;· Persistent coughing or wheezing&lt;br /&gt;· Rapid, difficult, or gasping breaths&lt;br /&gt;· Blue color on the lips, mouth, or under the fingernails&lt;br /&gt;· High fever&lt;br /&gt;· Extreme fatigue&lt;br /&gt;· Difficulty feeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about RSV, visit &lt;a href="http://www.rsvprotection.com/"&gt;http://www.rsvprotection.com/&lt;/a&gt;. For more about the specialized health needs of preterm infants, visit &lt;a href="http://www.preemievoices.com/"&gt;http://www.preemievoices.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momcentral.com/mcc" target="_blank" saprocessedanchor="true"&gt;www.momcentral.com/mcc&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wrote this review while participating in a blog tour by Mom Central Consulting on behalf of MedImmune and received a promotional item to thank me for taking the time to participate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5127601261496059352?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5127601261496059352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5127601261496059352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5127601261496059352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5127601261496059352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/11/rsv-season.html' title='RSV season'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-242NrvyKHUQ/Trn5qkiRmxI/AAAAAAAAAy8/vKp0bo-TtNo/s72-c/RSV%2B1_Baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-7078483792000030128</id><published>2011-11-11T12:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:30:25.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In Flanders Fields&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John McCrae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders Fields the &lt;a id="FALINK_1_0_0" class="FAAdLink" href="http://www.avintagegreen.blogspot.com/#"&gt;poppies&lt;/a&gt; blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the crosses, row on row,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mark our place; and in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The larks, still bravely &lt;a id="FALINK_3_0_2" class="FAAdLink" href="http://www.avintagegreen.blogspot.com/#"&gt;singing&lt;/a&gt;, fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarce heard amid the guns below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Dead. Short days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved, and were loved, and now we lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take up our quarrel with the foe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you from failing hands we throw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a id="FALINK_2_0_1" class="FAAdLink" href="http://www.avintagegreen.blogspot.com/#"&gt;torch&lt;/a&gt;, be yours to hold it high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ye break faith with us who die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall not sleep, though poppies grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we remember our heroes and their sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will thank a veteran personally tonight when he gets home :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-7078483792000030128?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7078483792000030128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=7078483792000030128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7078483792000030128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7078483792000030128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5025045033027656693</id><published>2011-10-31T12:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:24:48.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HallooooWeeen</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOFoTPY1oQI/Tq7KJJKKx5I/AAAAAAAAAyw/fTcHYFmqyJI/s1600/100_3597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOFoTPY1oQI/Tq7KJJKKx5I/AAAAAAAAAyw/fTcHYFmqyJI/s320/100_3597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669691239332235154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzU3Pb3K7B4/Tq7J_8Y1-AI/AAAAAAAAAyk/xPJ5besKKDA/s1600/100_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzU3Pb3K7B4/Tq7J_8Y1-AI/AAAAAAAAAyk/xPJ5besKKDA/s320/100_3594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669691081285302274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnGmHvAFAH8/Tq7J2HYz5MI/AAAAAAAAAyY/00IBq4Tc6c8/s1600/100_3593.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/-bnGmHvAFAH8/Tq7J2HYz5MI/AAAAAAAAAyY/00IBq4Tc6c8/s320/100_3593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669690912439264450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's a Zombie in case you couldn't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Note the absence of 2 front teeth. Kinda making him look like a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;Hair is all natural by bedhead.&lt;br /&gt;and the pose mirroring Frankenstein- purely accidental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5025045033027656693?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5025045033027656693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5025045033027656693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5025045033027656693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5025045033027656693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-hallooooweeen.html' title='Happy HallooooWeeen'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOFoTPY1oQI/Tq7KJJKKx5I/AAAAAAAAAyw/fTcHYFmqyJI/s72-c/100_3597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6171340686628828461</id><published>2011-10-23T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:22:41.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If wishes were pennies...</title><content type='html'>I wish once again I could put into words what's going on with Bitsy's case right now.&lt;br /&gt;Mom isn't even doing the bare minimum. Like keeping men from coming and going in her new apartment. Still feeding her candy &amp; ice cream to her for dinner (all her teeth are rotted out) She claimed to the psych. dr that she thought ice cream was dairy and good for her, not a sugary thing. BUT still, children ages 0=3 are put back with *Bparents at what &lt;em&gt;seems&lt;/em&gt; like to me, at all costs. &lt;br /&gt;On one hand I had a baby in my home for 3 years and had to beg them *TPR after so long. Then they rush to put a baby back in the home where *drugs &amp; filth* and dubious people are in and out of the home all the time. &lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. No one is on board with her going back &lt;em&gt;right now &lt;/em&gt;not to say she shouldn't ever go back. She should. But when *mom has parented sober/clean for more than 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;There is no rime nor reason to this crap. I could beat my head against the wall till Jesus comes back and never understand their reasoning. And please don't be deluded that anyone asks my opinion OR the therapist THEY hired. &lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6171340686628828461?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6171340686628828461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6171340686628828461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6171340686628828461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6171340686628828461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-wishes-were-pennies.html' title='If wishes were pennies...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-556547228665011902</id><published>2011-10-19T21:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:33:58.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nano Hex Bugs</title><content type='html'>This boy of mine &lt;em&gt;LOVES&lt;/em&gt;, in the true sense of the word-- Hex Bugs.&lt;br /&gt;So much so (and had so many) that Daddy had to make a special carrying case for his "bugs". The case is full of bugs.&lt;br /&gt;He plays with them for hours. Real hours. On different holidays they have special bugs. Last Easter the Boy got one with bunny ears in his basket. Too cute. This halloween they came out with skeleton glow in the dark bugs and habitats. He nearly lost his mind when we broke them out for our Foster kid's play party. The kids loved them. So much trading and playing &amp; awing &amp; wowing that 2 hours later, not one kid wanted to leave. Getting to take a bug of their own home with them helped the pain. But it amazed me how much they loved playing with them together. Boys and girls alike loved them.&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for this years must have toys, I think I found it for you.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been able to find the Boy's at *Target or *ToysRus.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3WrI-DKux0/Tp93LL83eJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/PSobjKizUwc/s1600/100_3571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3WrI-DKux0/Tp93LL83eJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/PSobjKizUwc/s320/100_3571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665377890325723282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PsRMuyhyNE/Tp922kuY3BI/AAAAAAAAAyA/6hkKQ6rW8IU/s1600/100_3563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PsRMuyhyNE/Tp922kuY3BI/AAAAAAAAAyA/6hkKQ6rW8IU/s320/100_3563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665377536198630418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9V9JNeWvYss/Tp92oh9JQiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/phDmOaDOwVQ/s1600/100_3562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9V9JNeWvYss/Tp92oh9JQiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/phDmOaDOwVQ/s320/100_3562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665377294937047586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8s3XKswNLQ/Tp92fyUI7II/AAAAAAAAAxo/ZvWCqCxsrY4/s1600/100_3559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8s3XKswNLQ/Tp92fyUI7II/AAAAAAAAAxo/ZvWCqCxsrY4/s320/100_3559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665377144709639298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-556547228665011902?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/556547228665011902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=556547228665011902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/556547228665011902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/556547228665011902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/10/nano-hex-bugs.html' title='Nano Hex Bugs'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3WrI-DKux0/Tp93LL83eJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/PSobjKizUwc/s72-c/100_3571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4161282652535896917</id><published>2011-10-18T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:59:35.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY?</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mu6gRr-al8/Tp3ZduvlzBI/AAAAAAAAAxc/4rv9miG0sew/s1600/100_3557.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/--mu6gRr-al8/Tp3ZduvlzBI/AAAAAAAAAxc/4rv9miG0sew/s320/100_3557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664923011089026066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was no 3x5 post card thingie. This was not in an envelope.&lt;br /&gt;This big boy measured 6x8. IN MY MAIL BOX.&lt;br /&gt;So now, not only does my postman, who I go to church with know my business...so do you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4161282652535896917?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4161282652535896917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4161282652535896917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4161282652535896917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4161282652535896917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/10/really.html' title='REALLY?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mu6gRr-al8/Tp3ZduvlzBI/AAAAAAAAAxc/4rv9miG0sew/s72-c/100_3557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1340234108498153423</id><published>2011-10-15T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:17:25.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Genius</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLtTDh8V0lc/TppMGCKi6CI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1EVlHl6Arwc/s1600/100_3556.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/-LLtTDh8V0lc/TppMGCKi6CI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1EVlHl6Arwc/s320/100_3556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663923147915847714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you I have the smartest 5 year old boy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I am only slightly biased. Only slightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1340234108498153423?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1340234108498153423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1340234108498153423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1340234108498153423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1340234108498153423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/10/boy-genius.html' title='Boy Genius'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLtTDh8V0lc/TppMGCKi6CI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1EVlHl6Arwc/s72-c/100_3556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-9003726882764918148</id><published>2011-10-12T21:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:52:02.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Overload...Enter at your own risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKrri5EIN-I/TpZELxjRGHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Uszd5ghOLi0/s1600/100_3554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKrri5EIN-I/TpZELxjRGHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Uszd5ghOLi0/s320/100_3554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662788550535485554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gJPMpbXOhk/TpZED1cfnkI/AAAAAAAAAw4/hR0er31R5sY/s1600/100_3552.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/-6gJPMpbXOhk/TpZED1cfnkI/AAAAAAAAAw4/hR0er31R5sY/s320/100_3552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662788414141865538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaruLKvN-Vw/TpZD9FQbXjI/AAAAAAAAAws/z0LAG2EEtgE/s1600/100_3541.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/-LaruLKvN-Vw/TpZD9FQbXjI/AAAAAAAAAws/z0LAG2EEtgE/s320/100_3541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662788298127138354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Ya So.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-9003726882764918148?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/9003726882764918148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=9003726882764918148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/9003726882764918148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/9003726882764918148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/10/cute-overloadenter-at-your-own-risk.html' title='Cute Overload...Enter at your own risk'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKrri5EIN-I/TpZELxjRGHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Uszd5ghOLi0/s72-c/100_3554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-9109625416156606993</id><published>2011-10-03T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:59:02.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjy_etYQpEk/TomxKS02fmI/AAAAAAAAAwk/2Gc1MrASRsM/s1600/100_3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjy_etYQpEk/TomxKS02fmI/AAAAAAAAAwk/2Gc1MrASRsM/s320/100_3270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659249197178060386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy to his Mama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is YOUR Wait A Minute longer than MY wait a minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I would have said that to my mother? Noooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-9109625416156606993?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/9109625416156606993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=9109625416156606993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/9109625416156606993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/9109625416156606993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/10/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of Babes'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjy_etYQpEk/TomxKS02fmI/AAAAAAAAAwk/2Gc1MrASRsM/s72-c/100_3270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4080349180718134680</id><published>2011-09-25T21:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:42:05.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet The New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5RVxve4RC8/Tn_VLsXYpRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4OjRzTl_GQ0/s1600/100_3526.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/-n5RVxve4RC8/Tn_VLsXYpRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4OjRzTl_GQ0/s320/100_3526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656474053865153810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVATfWnM0jc/Tn_VBmU_yvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/WtwsQxNLMlo/s1600/100_3538.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/-sVATfWnM0jc/Tn_VBmU_yvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/WtwsQxNLMlo/s320/100_3538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656473880445831922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQv3LZJ-RWc/Tn_U0rIbq4I/AAAAAAAAAwM/D57FY32qM50/s1600/100_3516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQv3LZJ-RWc/Tn_U0rIbq4I/AAAAAAAAAwM/D57FY32qM50/s320/100_3516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656473658397010818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Meet Harper...as in Harper Lee.&lt;br /&gt;Harper is a boy. I know, I know, Harper Lee is a woman. But I love her.&lt;br /&gt;He is a teacup Yorkie. I didn't mean to get him, it was an accident. I just wanted to &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; them, not &lt;em&gt;buy&lt;/em&gt; one. But the Boy was with me (second mistake)and had a flat out hissy fit. He's wanted a dog for 100 years or so he says. The rest is history. THEN I do my research and see how many problems teacups can have &amp; I panic. But he is from a reputable breeder, not a pet store, etc.&lt;br /&gt;He weighs a whopping 1 lb 4oz @ 10 weeks old. His daddy (who is very handsome) weighs 3# &amp; mom weighs 6#. She's very pretty too. &lt;br /&gt;As you can see, he's not grown into the Yorkie Look yet, but his long coat hair is starting to grow and if I don't accidently drop kick him across the room he should be looking pretty handsome in a few weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4080349180718134680?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4080349180718134680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4080349180718134680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4080349180718134680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4080349180718134680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/09/meet-new-baby.html' title='Meet The New Baby'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5RVxve4RC8/Tn_VLsXYpRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4OjRzTl_GQ0/s72-c/100_3526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-8624207650602107734</id><published>2011-09-17T21:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:07:10.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Picky Eater &amp; KidFresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gEGAj9YIne4/TnVLCuJ6SvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/UK9OLqujmo8/s1600/100_3507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gEGAj9YIne4/TnVLCuJ6SvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/UK9OLqujmo8/s320/100_3507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653507417354947314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do indeed love this Boy of mine. But sometimes he drives me to the brink with his &lt;br /&gt;"eating issues". He has a diagnosis of Sensory Eating Disorder*. It's a complicated thing, so we just have to go with whatever he will eat. Which really comes down to hot dogs, mac &amp; cheese, certain chicken nuggets, PB&amp;J (sometimes)and meatballs (sometimes) and cheese pizza. That folks is my son's repertoire of foods. &lt;br /&gt;Do you notice a distinct lack of something important? No red meat, no veggies &amp; it's all processed type foods. Not a single vegtable has passed his lips since the age of 18 months. No kidding. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like a terrible mom. But if he is made to eat something his brain deems unsafe, he will reward me with throwing up. NOT fun.&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, we are ALWAYS on the look out for foods he will eat and that are healthy. They are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;When I got the chance to try a new product Kidfresh meals, I jumped at the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Because guess what they hide in their meals? About a 1/2 cup of veggies in each meal! And it's some of the food he already will eat. Win!&lt;br /&gt;So off we trotted to get some. In Florida and Georgia you can find them at Publix, in the frozen health food section.&lt;br /&gt;He can even take these to school for lunch. Because you KNOW he doesn't eat a lunch that a school cafeteria provides. Ohhhh, no. But these are perfect for school lunches. They don't mind warming them up for him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kids don’t eat enough veggies and that’s a problem because they naturally provide an amazing amount and variety of key nutrients, vitamins and fiber that are essential to growth. That’s why all Kidfresh meals are prepared with hidden veggies, providing up to 33% of a child’s daily needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidfresh has also given me some coupons to share with you!&lt;br /&gt;**3 winners will each receive 2 FREE coupons.&lt;br /&gt;Go to www.kidfresh.com and tell me which ones you think your picky eater would like.&lt;br /&gt;Leave your email address (it will not be published) Contest will be open til Sunday October 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go here to find a store near you: http://www.kidfresh.com/find-a-store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the opinions &amp; the picky eater are all mine, “I wrote this review while participating in a blog tour by Mom Central Consulting on behalf of Kidfresh and received Kidfresh coupons and products to facilitate my review, coupons to giveaway, and a promotional item to thank me for taking the time to participate.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-8624207650602107734?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kidfresh.com/find-a-store' title='My Picky Eater &amp; KidFresh'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.kidfresh.com/find-a-store' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8624207650602107734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=8624207650602107734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8624207650602107734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8624207650602107734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-picky-eater-kidfresh.html' title='My Picky Eater &amp; KidFresh'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gEGAj9YIne4/TnVLCuJ6SvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/UK9OLqujmo8/s72-c/100_3507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4438019300145289771</id><published>2011-09-11T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:48:33.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What we look like now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bksR26oQT1M/Tm1xCzOJaSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/nwhpruKkUv4/s1600/100_3470.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/-bksR26oQT1M/Tm1xCzOJaSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/nwhpruKkUv4/s320/100_3470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651297400343062818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy #1 (not to be confused with The Boy) has moved on to his permanent home.&lt;br /&gt;It was bitter-sweet. He had been with us since he was 3 month old &amp; he will be 3 yrs old soon. He is in a wonderful home with a wonderful parent. Not what we wanted in a perfect world. But he will be well loved, well educated &amp; spoiled. What more can we ask for? &lt;br /&gt;It's made a little easier because we know we will see him on a regular basis after their bonding time.&lt;br /&gt;For this one starfish...I really did make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4438019300145289771?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4438019300145289771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4438019300145289771&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4438019300145289771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4438019300145289771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-we-look-like-now.html' title='What we look like now'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bksR26oQT1M/Tm1xCzOJaSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/nwhpruKkUv4/s72-c/100_3470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2479505260610954163</id><published>2011-09-08T21:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:35:31.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Danimals for a Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wgya43A_G8/TmlrXuXLKGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/f0zFJ60Eve4/s1600/100_3480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wgya43A_G8/TmlrXuXLKGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/f0zFJ60Eve4/s320/100_3480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650165262839392354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmBF1VnZ9FE/TmlrRZ2XamI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JkddPOPT4B0/s1600/100_3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmBF1VnZ9FE/TmlrRZ2XamI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JkddPOPT4B0/s320/100_3487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650165154253859426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rally for Recess &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danimal’s yogurt is currently running a contest, with five schools winning a brand new, $20,000 playground makeover and Ultimate Recess Day.&lt;br /&gt;In today's budget cuts from where ever, however. Recess has been one of the first important things to go. With obesity on the rise in the U.S, that's the last thing our kids need taken away from them. &lt;br /&gt;As a kid I remember having at least 2 times going out to play in the school day.&lt;br /&gt;That little break helped run off energy and helped me concentrate when we came back in to get down to work.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we all look forward to that time to burn off energy and just get out and play for a bit, it helped break up the monotony of the day? When my son started kindergarten this year, I was shocked to find out that he only got 20 minutes a day. Recess is not just mundane playtime. It is a time when most children get the only exercise of their day. It also teaches interaction skills/social skills to our developing children's minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benefits of Recess&lt;br /&gt;■ Taking a break and engaging in physical activity increases concentration, which can increase test scores.&lt;br /&gt;■ Children who engage in physical activity are at a lower risk for becoming overweight.&lt;br /&gt;■ Free, unstructured playtime can help reduce stress in children.&lt;br /&gt;■ Recess encourages socialization and cooperative play, skills that will help children throughout their entire lives.&lt;br /&gt;■ It’s just plain fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danimal’s Rally for Recess Contest&lt;br /&gt;During the Danimal’s Rally for Recess contest, you can collect codes on specially marked packages of Danimal’s yogurt, or by sending away for a free code. Enter the codes into the website and help your school top the Leader board in their league. One school from each of the five leagues will win the playground makeover and ultimate recess day, which may include such awesome things as a rock-climbing wall, an obstacle course, and a giant slide. In addition to the grand prize, each day Danimal’s is giving away one recess-related prize to an instant winner. While all of Danimal’s yogurt products are great, my son particularly loves the "drinking yoyos or Smoothies. They make great quick and easy after-school snacks. The Boy insisted I buy the Strawberry Explosion &amp; the Strawberry/banana Smoothies AND the Crush Cups for this review.We always have Danimals in the house in pretty much every flavor.My Perfect Boy has a Sensory Eating disorder. He literally LIVED on them for a year. We have a box of the Danimal’s Coolision in the freezer. The Boy loves to think he's big by making his own YoYo ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell the Boy, but I sneak one ever once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this review while participating in a campaign by Mom Central Consulting on behalf of Danimals and received a gift card to facilitate my review and a promotional item to thank me for taking the time to participate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2479505260610954163?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://rallyforrecess.com' title='Danimals for a Cause'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://rallyforrecess.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2479505260610954163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2479505260610954163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2479505260610954163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2479505260610954163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/09/danimals-for-cause.html' title='Danimals for a Cause'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wgya43A_G8/TmlrXuXLKGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/f0zFJ60Eve4/s72-c/100_3480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-770305696830091081</id><published>2011-08-19T15:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:59:06.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Spoiled</title><content type='html'>I can.&lt;br /&gt;yes,yes,yes. I know WHO did the spoiling too. &lt;br /&gt;His daddy. Not me. I'm the mean one.  &lt;br /&gt;The Boy wants a hermit crab. You know the only place they SELL hermit crabs is at&lt;br /&gt;the beach, right?&lt;br /&gt;We live no where near a beach.&lt;br /&gt;The boy was begging for a hermit crab WITH a painted shell. I told him we couldn't get one but we had a friend going to the beach for Labor Day &amp; we would ask her to pick him up one.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, If she's going to the beach to get a hermit crab, why can't we just go and I can get my own hermit crab.&lt;br /&gt;I told him to call his daddy and he'd explain.&lt;br /&gt;So Daddy told him maybe we would just go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try that trick one day, with saaaayyy...I want sushi...from Japan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Edited**&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Tara we spent the night at Pet*smart picking out a 47.00 hermit crab. Actually the crab (mr crabs) was only 6.99 all of his "stuff" was the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was cheaper than a 500.00 weekend at the beach. somehow I feel like I just messed myself over on a mini beach vacation. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-770305696830091081?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/770305696830091081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=770305696830091081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/770305696830091081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/770305696830091081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/08/define-spoiled.html' title='Define Spoiled'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-7346620498322119677</id><published>2011-08-15T11:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:07:17.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Kindergarten Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my Boy is in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;He loves it. He has as much pride going into kindergarten as any incoming high school senior I've ever seen. He is on his way to being a big "daddy-boy". As in a big boy like daddy. That is his goal in life right now. To be like his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;I did not spare you the First Day Pictures. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I take all the credit for his awesome handsome-ness &amp; edible cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem taking all the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iEklWcufYJg/TklC4AuLD6I/AAAAAAAAAvk/jpFQtrkjFFU/s1600/100_3401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iEklWcufYJg/TklC4AuLD6I/AAAAAAAAAvk/jpFQtrkjFFU/s320/100_3401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641113538292027298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_ZBlyCWyNc/TklCxs_-d2I/AAAAAAAAAvc/9os4ZuzS7gQ/s1600/100_3406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_ZBlyCWyNc/TklCxs_-d2I/AAAAAAAAAvc/9os4ZuzS7gQ/s320/100_3406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641113429918775138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aeuPKlYsJU/TklCqAOsSQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/jpTiSoiXF5s/s1600/100_3407.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/-7aeuPKlYsJU/TklCqAOsSQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/jpTiSoiXF5s/s320/100_3407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641113297641818370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohcmSVp2RtU/TklCjId7_NI/AAAAAAAAAvM/glu3tzBCoVo/s1600/100_3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohcmSVp2RtU/TklCjId7_NI/AAAAAAAAAvM/glu3tzBCoVo/s320/100_3415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641113179594161362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-7346620498322119677?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7346620498322119677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=7346620498322119677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7346620498322119677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7346620498322119677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-big-kindergarten-boy.html' title='My Big Kindergarten Boy'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iEklWcufYJg/TklC4AuLD6I/AAAAAAAAAvk/jpFQtrkjFFU/s72-c/100_3401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6969968570121820426</id><published>2011-08-09T09:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:22:57.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got nothing</title><content type='html'>I know you guys are getting tired of seeing pictures of the most handsome Boy in the world...but it's all I gots right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0AG-wVoWWY/TkExcpo9HgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Z2PInV7pZ2c/s1600/100_3293.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/-f0AG-wVoWWY/TkExcpo9HgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Z2PInV7pZ2c/s320/100_3293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638842576728301058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so HOT the kids can't go out to play. So HOT the thought of even going to the pool makes me want to positively swoon. Therefore no pictures or anticdotes.&lt;br /&gt;Boy #2's transition to his @doptive home is coming along better than I ever hoped. I'm sure it's accidental on *dfacs* part. Since it's the @doptive parents's SW who is actually doing all the work.&lt;br /&gt;Bitsy &amp; whinnie are visiting with Bmom$ and seem to be adjusting well. Whinnie gets whinnier by the day, if that's possible. &lt;br /&gt;The Boy will be a big kindergarten boy tomorrow! It just seems like yesterday I was rocking him that "first night" contemplating throwing him out the window. Time flys!&lt;br /&gt;....And the world keeps turning.&lt;br /&gt;I just know you can't wait for first day of school pictures. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6969968570121820426?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6969968570121820426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6969968570121820426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6969968570121820426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6969968570121820426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-got-nothing.html' title='I got nothing'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0AG-wVoWWY/TkExcpo9HgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Z2PInV7pZ2c/s72-c/100_3293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-8672037157784536868</id><published>2011-07-25T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T19:09:38.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>July 4th at our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFjj9iahjtA/Ti33gvSbj4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Pq8QCLtTicw/s1600/100_3361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFjj9iahjtA/Ti33gvSbj4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Pq8QCLtTicw/s320/100_3361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633430850732003202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-8672037157784536868?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8672037157784536868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=8672037157784536868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8672037157784536868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8672037157784536868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/07/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFjj9iahjtA/Ti33gvSbj4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Pq8QCLtTicw/s72-c/100_3361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6770707453479663157</id><published>2011-07-25T14:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:57:12.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you miss the first one?</title><content type='html'>Awhile back I got the chance to try a new product for the washer. &lt;a href="http://www.affresh.com/#/home"&gt;Affresh Washer Cleaner by Whirlpool. &lt;/a&gt;If you missed it you can read it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-has-potential-to-be-gross.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried it a few times and I love it. REALLY. &lt;br /&gt;Where the washer had a somewhat musty smell when not used for a few days, now it has NO smell whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;Also, before I started using Affresh Washer cleaner,every time I wiped out the inside of the washer there would be a residue. I'm not sure if it was from the detergent or fabric softener or both. But now, after a few uses the cloth comes away clean. No more residue.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the Affresh so much that when I went to a friend's house and she told me about the "smell issue" she had with her front loading washer, we loaded up the car with kids and went to a Big Store and I bought her some Affresh Washer Cleaner. Yes, I did. She put one through a cycle and we couldn't believe the difference. She, like me,didn't even know a product existed that could take care of the problem. She was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;I must say I am very happy I got the chance to see something new on the market that actually does what it says it will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the opinions/residue &amp; snails are mine: “I wrote this review while participating in a campaign by Mom Central Consulting on behalf of affresh and received product samples and a promotional item to thank me for taking the time to participate.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6770707453479663157?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-has-potential-to-be-gross.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6770707453479663157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6770707453479663157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6770707453479663157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6770707453479663157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/07/did-you-miss-first-one.html' title='Did you miss the first one?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-8044317517085636640</id><published>2011-07-20T14:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:28:36.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause sometimes it's just True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5c7crFzC3mM/Ticc_iXO20I/AAAAAAAAAu0/ubmqAEfj_Pg/s1600/100_3354.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/-5c7crFzC3mM/Ticc_iXO20I/AAAAAAAAAu0/ubmqAEfj_Pg/s320/100_3354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501736931679042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into a store and saw this card....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to get it for a friend, even if the inside said something totally inappropriate (like the outside doesn't) It said Happy birthday or something like that. I just crossed it all out and made it my own. (Like the outside wasn't already) &lt;br /&gt;I loved the vintage mommy &amp; baby. But the words tell it like it REALLY is.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to take a picture because I'm sure I'll never come across a truer card.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you all you mama's of crazed kids, like mine and you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Truer words were never spoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-8044317517085636640?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8044317517085636640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=8044317517085636640&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8044317517085636640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8044317517085636640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/07/cause-sometimes-its-just-true.html' title='Cause sometimes it&apos;s just True'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5c7crFzC3mM/Ticc_iXO20I/AAAAAAAAAu0/ubmqAEfj_Pg/s72-c/100_3354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4077162116615186130</id><published>2011-07-12T09:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:27:09.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summer, It's HOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCE_GG7AxPI/ThxLR6SBu6I/AAAAAAAAAus/F5bq8Tb63DQ/s1600/100_3358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628456405381004194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCE_GG7AxPI/ThxLR6SBu6I/AAAAAAAAAus/F5bq8Tb63DQ/s320/100_3358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there is absolutely nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be so RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;It's 120 degrees here. Impossible for the kids to go out and play til 9 pm. Then it's time for bed. The thought of going to the pool makes me want to pass out. The upstairs A/C can't even keep up with the heat, so it's usually 80 upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;I broke a tooth now I have to go in for a crown today. Go MEeee! When I first broke the tooth and went in to have it looked at/crown cast (not to be mixed up with Casting Crowns)I had a bruise on the side of my face that looked like I was in a bar fight. and NO ONE even asked me about the bruise. I find that odd. Maybe why abused woman find it easy to "hide" such things. Nobody wants to mention it. I'd be like "Good Grief, what hap pend to you?"&lt;br /&gt;The Boy's Guene pig died...he didn't care. He now wants a lizard. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Boy #1's transition is coming along. I wasn't so sure in the beginning, but I think this will be a good match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our summer in a nut shell. How's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4077162116615186130?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4077162116615186130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4077162116615186130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4077162116615186130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4077162116615186130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-summer-its-hot.html' title='It&apos;s Summer, It&apos;s HOT'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCE_GG7AxPI/ThxLR6SBu6I/AAAAAAAAAus/F5bq8Tb63DQ/s72-c/100_3358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-3992075368221303207</id><published>2011-07-03T00:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T00:07:41.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie Chan ? Bruce Lee ? Karate Kid ?</title><content type='html'>NOT that he does Karate! It IS Tae Kwon Do.&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin' look at all those belts! And he's only 5.&lt;br /&gt;Jackie consults him on &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; all his movies.&lt;br /&gt;A million dollars and five more belts to go, til he's a black belt.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLn3rMlElPg/Tg_qIviJXnI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jXoWnLsIxgk/s1600/100_3333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLn3rMlElPg/Tg_qIviJXnI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jXoWnLsIxgk/s320/100_3333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624971895528578674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-3992075368221303207?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3992075368221303207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=3992075368221303207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3992075368221303207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3992075368221303207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/07/jackie-chan-bruce-lee-karate-kid.html' title='Jackie Chan ? Bruce Lee ? Karate Kid ?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLn3rMlElPg/Tg_qIviJXnI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jXoWnLsIxgk/s72-c/100_3333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-7421509098502056316</id><published>2011-06-26T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:46:40.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole lot going on</title><content type='html'>Some good:&lt;br /&gt;Boy #1 visited with his potential adoptive parent today. He ignored them for 2 hours. However, they seemed very nice, educated &amp; willing. They have gone thru a private agency* to adopt thru &amp;fostercare* I've never heard of that, but I guess it's not impossible. We shall see if &amp;Dfacs&amp; does the right thing with this *transition* (since he has been with us his whole life) vs. how they did things with Boy #2 a few months back. This is a good thing. We chose not to adopt* him for many reasons. so this is a good thing. He needs a home now, while he has no issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good/bad:&lt;br /&gt;A new baby girl, henceforth called Whiny. Is very "parentified" according to SW*. I guess that means she talks like ummmmmm,grown up *thugs. As in, "I just took a dump in the toilet, you should flush it" or Or refers to her private*&lt;br /&gt;parts in a most vulgar way. And then said "oh hell, I dropped my sippy cup". (and she's just 2)She also accidentally hurts herself and blames it on everybody else, doesn't matter if they're even in the room. It doesn't appear she's ever been told what to do (discipline) And while she talks to you, she does it in a whiny voice, which drives me up a wall. Oh, and her fav-o-rite hobby is tattling. He looked at me mean. That man (my husband) is opening that drawer. Boy#1 is eating his peas first. ALL-DAY-LONG. &lt;br /&gt;Now what was good about this one? oh yes, she kinda keeps Bitsy busy.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sure I will have lots of blog fodder in the near future. Did I mention BMom* thinks she can run my life from rehab* too?&lt;br /&gt;The Fun never stops at my place. ...No, really, fun passes us by, and just leaves the crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-7421509098502056316?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7421509098502056316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=7421509098502056316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7421509098502056316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7421509098502056316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/whole-lot-going-on.html' title='A whole lot going on'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6171030890569852672</id><published>2011-06-21T15:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:36:15.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This has the potential to be gross...</title><content type='html'>OK, here are the facts. I wanted a front load washer and dryer. I wanted them because 1) they look cool with all the buttons and shiny things &amp;amp; 2) I spend half my life doing laundry with all these kids &amp;amp; 3) they do bigger loads and save energy and water. All very good things.&lt;br /&gt;I got my washer. I read in the instructions where it said to keep the door propped open to allow it to dry out,as some water is apt to stand in the drum causing a bad odor. (like mold,mildew,bacteria) double gross.&lt;br /&gt;I have smelled a washer that has the mildew smell and didn't want my bright, shiny washer to smell like that. Not to mention the grossness of having bacteria, etc floating around in your supposedly clean clothes. And if I'm honest I have washed more than my fair share of bugs and snails lately because of the Boy's new hobby. I just don't want bug guts floating around in my washer. I'm a little picky that way.&lt;br /&gt;But another fact is, I didn't know there was actually a product you could use to help clean and prevent residue build-up in my shiny washer. &lt;br /&gt;It's Affresh Washer Cleaner from Whirlpool. You use it monthly. The oxygenated bubbling action tablets penetrates and dissolves unseen residue. It's more effective than cleaning with bleach alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to have a product I didn't even know I needed. And trust me I need it.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read more about the product you can go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.affresh.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the opinions/snails are my own, I wrote this review while participating in a campaign by Mom Central Consulting on behalf of affresh and received product samples and a promotional item to thank me for taking the time to participate.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6171030890569852672?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.affresh.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6171030890569852672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6171030890569852672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6171030890569852672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6171030890569852672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-has-potential-to-be-gross.html' title='This has the potential to be gross...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-8186512755307039088</id><published>2011-06-18T23:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:49:28.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Vintage D</title><content type='html'>Want to see what I was like before *DfAcS* made me a bitter,sarcastic,snarky shell of a woman? NO? Who cares. REad it anyway. I used to be funny. LIKE really funny OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, August 16, 2007&lt;br /&gt;I'm so healthy ...and, Oh,so cheap......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our decision to adopt this boy of ours, we decided maybe this go round we would try to establish some"healthy" eating habits in him (it's too late for us) He's knocking on 2, and just recently had his first taste of sweet tea! Yep, I know, I'm a good mommy. Hey, that is good, you know. My 25 yr old was chugging coke out of a baby bottle at his age. But I've gone to nursing school since then &amp; got ahold of some common sense along the long way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we decided organic, hormone &amp; antibiotic free milk would be a good start. So start it we did. It's expensive! But hey, the little guy is worth it, that and not having him antibiotic resistant, and having a beard in 5th grade. So I come across this great deal on www.wantnot.net , (go see her if you haven't. She has THE BEST cheap stuff SITE, you've ever seen.) A great deal from Amazon on Horizon organic milk in little sippy boxes, not found in your regular grocery store/walmart. Free shipping and everything. (by the way, one of the pluses is it doesn't have to be refrigerated)So like a good mommy, I go there and buy 2 CASES. (it was a good sale, free shipping and all) So they deliver it yesterday and I so happily put some in the fridge for him and then I'm all like, "DRINK, DRINK LITTLE BOY, IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" AND HE DOES....alot.&lt;br /&gt;sO I go visit wantnot today as usual, as you never know what good deals she'll have. and there on the screen she's apologizing for the "milk trouble" she'd caused because so many people had ordered. Apparently I am &lt;strong&gt;blind &amp; stupid &amp; can't read, because she said there on the box, it said " KEEP AT 80 F OR BELOW".&lt;/strong&gt;People, I live on the surface of the sun right now! well kinda, it's been 102 for days here. If you don't factor in how hot it got to be in that UPS truck, while he ate his lunch in the air conditioning at Waffle HOuse! So was the Boy's milk clabbered or not??? Of course she said to call Amazon, and all would be well, and I did, and they did.&lt;br /&gt;But now I sit here looking at 2 cases of very expensive milk and my only thought is,"Do you really think it would make him sick if he drank it? THAT is an awful lot of milk to throw out." Besides he drank some last night, before his blind mother  knew of the big bold warning on the box.&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I'm cheap. &lt;br /&gt;BUT I DO NOT LET HIM DRINK COKE OUT OF A BABY BOTTLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-8186512755307039088?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8186512755307039088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=8186512755307039088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8186512755307039088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8186512755307039088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-vintage-d.html' title='Some Vintage D'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2862779980298267186</id><published>2011-06-15T09:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:36:52.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Does ANYTHING surprise me?</title><content type='html'>why why why??? do I continue to be surprised at anything that happens when it comes to *fostercare/dfacs*? Am I really that dense? (don't answer that)&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I should not be surprised, should not lift an eyebrow, if a 1 ton giant purple people eater pulled up in a giant pink choo choo train and said aliens were here to pick up a child to take it back to it's mother on the planet EverywomansAgoodMom&amp;drugFree. I should just hand the child to them, shut the door and go about my business.&lt;br /&gt;So why does it surprise me when the anonymous person hired to transport a child to visit their parent, brings the child home from a visit and tells me "dfacs*" is going to start ^transitioning^ said child back to their parent in 4 days??? Should I be surprised? upset? mad? feeling left out of say, an important issue? All the above, except maybe surprised? &lt;br /&gt;Because really, who am I? I am the glorified babysitter. Right? What need have I of these paltry details? Oh, you think I have a life? That some of these details might impact some insignificant plans I may have? &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just P.O'd that someone who has &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; to do with the care &amp; wellbeing of this child knows more than I do when it comes to knowing what's going on in this case. I mean with all the nonexistant communication that goes on between #SW* &amp; ^fosterparent*&lt;br /&gt;The purple people eater I can take. But dang, it takes 1 minute to send an email. 5 to make a call. I don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2862779980298267186?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2862779980298267186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2862779980298267186&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2862779980298267186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2862779980298267186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-does-anything-surprise-me.html' title='Why Does ANYTHING surprise me?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6268980656680316405</id><published>2011-06-09T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:40:38.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Bad</title><content type='html'>that I just spent 3 hours trying to talk my nephew out of majoring in *SocialWork* for college?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6268980656680316405?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6268980656680316405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6268980656680316405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6268980656680316405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6268980656680316405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-bad.html' title='Is It Bad'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2930056502254009023</id><published>2011-06-03T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:40:24.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY !?</title><content type='html'>Honest to God, they admitted he fell through the cracks. Those have to be some pretty&lt;br /&gt;huge cracks.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now what are you going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;It's only been 2 1/2 YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;So much for your expensive billboards/ads begging for *adoptive* parents*.&lt;br /&gt;AND he's a baby! With ZERO issues. &lt;br /&gt;How do I go back to NOT knowing about this world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2930056502254009023?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2930056502254009023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2930056502254009023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2930056502254009023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2930056502254009023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/really.html' title='REALLY !?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5194123220822836931</id><published>2011-05-23T22:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:51:49.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When he grows up</title><content type='html'>The Boy Wants to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdoYyuOBFNI/TdscFkS-vtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/_QZ1YDVWDZU/s1600/100_3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdoYyuOBFNI/TdscFkS-vtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/_QZ1YDVWDZU/s320/100_3270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610108642788294354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pirate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orsh72UmGLM/Tdsb62WqwJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_X9LipErXPY/s1600/100_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orsh72UmGLM/Tdsb62WqwJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_X9LipErXPY/s320/100_3275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610108458657038482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rock Star (I have no idea where he even heard the word, but I'm sure I've got Disney channel to thank for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixq5pKH0d8I/TdsbhbVJ2qI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Q8ZPDldcpak/s1600/100_3257.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/-Ixq5pKH0d8I/TdsbhbVJ2qI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Q8ZPDldcpak/s320/100_3257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610108021906201250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bug Scientist&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHiYRnu6lqA/TdsbUiPbR5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/yDAr9e_E0QY/s1600/100_3244.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/-zHiYRnu6lqA/TdsbUiPbR5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/yDAr9e_E0QY/s320/100_3244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610107800422926226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Daddy, just like his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only slightly proud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5194123220822836931?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5194123220822836931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5194123220822836931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5194123220822836931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5194123220822836931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-he-grows-up.html' title='When he grows up'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdoYyuOBFNI/TdscFkS-vtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/_QZ1YDVWDZU/s72-c/100_3270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4996660414419440552</id><published>2011-05-23T11:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:33:26.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tylenol Changes All Moms Need To Know</title><content type='html'>What household with infants and children doesn't have Tylenol in the cabinet?&lt;br /&gt;I know I have more than your average household's number of infants and toddlers at any given time. So I probably have more than few different bottles.&lt;br /&gt;As a nurse I know the importance of using the right dosage/dispensers, ie..don't give children's Tylenol to infants. It has more acetaminophen in it. Needless to say not good for an infant. Never, ever use a a regular "eating" teaspoon/tablespoon to give medicine. But at one point in my life I didn't know some of these things. It can be confusing. Always be careful that any child isn't being "doubled up" on acetaminophen. Some couph syrups have it in them, and then we give Tylenol for fever.&lt;br /&gt;Too much acetaminophen can cause some bad things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Starting as early as this fall, there will be one concentration of acetaminophen&lt;br /&gt;for single ingredient Tylenol products for infants and children. They will continue to have specially dosed syringes for both infants and Children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to a site with some great information that will come in handy when the new Tylenol comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tylenol.com/page.jhtml?id=tylenol/children/subfsafety_convenience.inc"&gt;http://www.tylenol.com/page.jhtml?id=tylenol/children/subfsafety_convenience.inc&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I wrote this review while participating in a blog tour by Mom Central Consulting on behalf of Tylenol and received a promotional item to thank me for taking the time to participate.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4996660414419440552?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.tylenol.com/page.jhtml?id=tylenol/children/subfsafety_convenience.inc' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4996660414419440552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4996660414419440552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4996660414419440552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4996660414419440552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/05/tylenol-changes-all-moms-need-to-know.html' title='Tylenol Changes All Moms Need To Know'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1836008514226281404</id><published>2011-05-16T09:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:22:14.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO News Is Good News...........right?</title><content type='html'>Well actually when it comes to #@Dfacs* I guess that's not really true.&lt;br /&gt;and I sit here to type this, I realize there is &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; news.&lt;br /&gt;(I also realize I wish The Boy hadn't pried the letter I off the computer, it's really a very useful letter)&lt;br /&gt;But in other news.......&lt;br /&gt;Bitsy is still here. Her mother is working her *in-treatment plan. She visits her twice a week. Hopefully this will wake her up,get her off the hard stuff &amp; they will teach her how to parent* sober. We shall see. &lt;br /&gt;Boy #2 who has been here since he was 3 months old, is still in the all too familiar holding pattern/one month it to death til he's 2 1/2 plan. No real rush to find him a home. Which infuriates me to no end. They have no real explanation as to &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; they are in no big hurry to find him a home.And by the way, there is NO reason not to. This boy is so attached this going to be one huge mess. And really...do you think they care?&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of attached. Remember Boy #1 who went to his *forever# home in December? I begged on bended knee for them to do the ^transition% correctly. And I was just the ignorant foster*parent* (they also didn't listen to the therapist they employed to help)They *transitioned crap-ally,(I just made that a word)as in little to none. Because of his age and time with us, it should have been done alot differently.&lt;br /&gt;I find out he has developed a profound studder. It takes him five minutes to get out a single word and his behaviors have gone through the roof. As in *daycare is barely able to contain him. But I guarantee ##dfcs# does not or will not see that the way they ^transitioned^ has anything to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;When will they realize these are lives, souls, human beings &amp; they are playing *russian roulette with their lives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1836008514226281404?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1836008514226281404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1836008514226281404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1836008514226281404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1836008514226281404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-news-is-good-newsright.html' title='NO News Is Good News...........right?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6704033031987772680</id><published>2011-05-08T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:04:01.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5QuG1q6GTw/TcdZWT0sCLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-jJX6W2_J5M/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5QuG1q6GTw/TcdZWT0sCLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-jJX6W2_J5M/s320/059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604546501099129010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like my present?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6704033031987772680?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6704033031987772680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6704033031987772680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6704033031987772680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6704033031987772680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5QuG1q6GTw/TcdZWT0sCLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-jJX6W2_J5M/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-3010253620941914547</id><published>2011-05-04T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:00:40.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Boy's dream game...DaGeDar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7bbd3f786aab39d9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bbd3f786aab39d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1382DEC1D0DD8E0E13465FBDDB1FCB0740740116.51A967A8CB5D92D998E23ADEB3386FF101C16A16%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bbd3f786aab39d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6R9flnRPyLfYXjm07yNrBjcDT9E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bbd3f786aab39d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1382DEC1D0DD8E0E13465FBDDB1FCB0740740116.51A967A8CB5D92D998E23ADEB3386FF101C16A16%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bbd3f786aab39d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6R9flnRPyLfYXjm07yNrBjcDT9E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the makers of Zhu Zhu pets comes DaGeDar !! Here is a sneak peek of what I am sure will be this Christmas' &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; toy for boys. The Boy,who is king of anything that's round, was dancing around begging to have these "racing balls". I must admit they look pretty cool. I really like the tiger.&lt;br /&gt;Of course all the begging in the world will not get him the racing balls, AKA DaGeDar. They won't be out until later this summer. I bet you can guess who will be&lt;br /&gt;looking for DaGeDar the rest of the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-3010253620941914547?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7bbd3f786aab39d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b6e7f97b202fa826&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3010253620941914547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=3010253620941914547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3010253620941914547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3010253620941914547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='A little Boy&apos;s dream game...DaGeDar'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6515499237404039710</id><published>2011-05-02T09:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:14:31.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet......I hate diets</title><content type='html'>I am not a diet person. Once upon a time, I could think about dropping 10 pounds and do it. Well thanks to &lt;em&gt;age and hormones&lt;/em&gt; (oh how I hate you) In my mind I'm still 25 &amp; 105 lbs. NOT. At 4"11 there's no room for extra pounds. 5 lbs on me looks like 20. So I've been going to the gym 3 times a week for almost a year and the scale has not budged. Not even 1/2 a pound. So I had to actually think about the way I eat and the fact I can no longer eat like I'm 25. So that you don't think I'm 120 lbs and griping about it, ohhhhhhhh NO. I wish. Remember 4"11 &amp; let's say a little over 150 lbs. Not pretty, not pretty at all. So the husband and I decided to go on the Dukan Diet together. (It's based on high protein intake) I'll save you the details. But there is interesting info on how the body burns protein vs carbs &amp; sugar. I was very sceptical when the book said you could drop 2 lbs on the first day of all protein and up to 10 lbs after 5-7 days on the all protein portion. &lt;br /&gt;Well it happened! Those scales had not moved in 2 years no matter what I'd done. It was 2 lbs the fist day on the diet and after 6 days I had lost 8 lbs and the husband 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;We started the first phase without the book, because it wasn't out in the U.S yet. It's a &lt;em&gt;French&lt;/em&gt; diet. So just being french means it has to work... right?&lt;br /&gt;I must admit all protein gets a bit tedious, but when you see the scale keep going down, you know it's working. &lt;br /&gt;We started phase 2 of the diet yesterday, which adds veggies. So now we will have have one day all protein, one day protein/veggies. All of these are unlimited all day.So it will be interesting to see how much I can loose in this phase of the diet. I stay in this phase for 110 days. It says I should reach my target weight of 115 by August! Then onto a maintenance phase with more foods added. &lt;br /&gt;I just hope I have the will power for this. Because lets face it, almost all diets work, if you can stick to them. &lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in seeing what this one is all about I found this info in the beginning and used it to get started: http://thedukandiet.info/the-dukan-diet-in-a-nutshell/#more-1313 I found this very helpful and find after getting the book it contains pretty much all the book does, except some recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is only my opinion. Not paid for or comped. Just wanting to let you in on my misery. Dukan has NO idea who I am or cares. However by the end of this, me and the chicken industry will be on a first name basis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6515499237404039710?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://thedukandiet.info/the-dukan-diet-in-a-nutshell/#more-1313' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6515499237404039710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6515499237404039710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6515499237404039710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6515499237404039710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/05/dieti-hate-diets.html' title='Diet......I hate diets'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6118076008196530669</id><published>2011-04-26T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:47:04.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO Interpretation Needed... I Think</title><content type='html'>The setting: A church pew next to 2 older ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation: Did you see Lizzie? She's fell off su-much I almost didn't regognize her. She never was what I'd call &lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt;, she just weighed kinda heavy, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I had seen Lizzie, and she &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; fell off quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting there all I could think was, I AM soooo bloggin' this.&lt;br /&gt;If you need this interpreted, too bad. This was pure unadulturated southern and true. There are no other way to put this conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6118076008196530669?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6118076008196530669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6118076008196530669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6118076008196530669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6118076008196530669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-interpretation-needed-i-think.html' title='NO Interpretation Needed... I Think'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-815904791475853700</id><published>2011-04-17T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:14:43.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see what I see?</title><content type='html'>Can you pick out WHICH is the 5 yr old, the 3 1/3 year old and which is the 2 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEOpYVlURAY/TasDZDLImPI/AAAAAAAAAto/CR4qhQoUzvM/s1600/100_3099.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/-EEOpYVlURAY/TasDZDLImPI/AAAAAAAAAto/CR4qhQoUzvM/s320/100_3099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596570690821593330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-815904791475853700?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/815904791475853700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=815904791475853700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/815904791475853700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/815904791475853700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-see-what-i-see.html' title='Do you see what I see?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEOpYVlURAY/TasDZDLImPI/AAAAAAAAAto/CR4qhQoUzvM/s72-c/100_3099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1109303076368449285</id><published>2011-04-11T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:53:02.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7heSq9X-0hQ/TaO-CXBo0sI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2HP0ZoZ6tz0/s1600/100_3027.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/-7heSq9X-0hQ/TaO-CXBo0sI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2HP0ZoZ6tz0/s320/100_3027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594524109874188994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a Lego making genius.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how good the pay is over there at the Lego Think Tank. But for what I pay for Lego's, he should be pretty rich early in his career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1109303076368449285?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1109303076368449285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1109303076368449285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1109303076368449285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1109303076368449285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/04/boy.html' title='The Boy'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7heSq9X-0hQ/TaO-CXBo0sI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2HP0ZoZ6tz0/s72-c/100_3027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1582574928510434965</id><published>2011-04-11T13:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:57:36.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotter than a Cat on a Tin Roof</title><content type='html'>Things have been a little sideways here at the house of D. &lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was the girl in the office that most women wanted to kill.&lt;br /&gt;I was always cold, even in the summer I wore a sweater to work. I weighed a decent&lt;br /&gt;number on the old scale and ate what I wanted. I had "good hair" and skin. I could remember a conversation that took place 6 months ago. I needed glasses, but HEY, I could see close up.&lt;br /&gt;Well things have changed of late. Or Maybe I've just been in a bad mood for 40 years, I don't know. (name that movie!)&lt;br /&gt;Now I seem to have the pleasure of hot flashes and I sweated (is that a word? spell check says no) for the first time (no lie) a couple of weeks ago. I don't sweat! I'm a southern girl, I don't sweat. Yuk. &lt;br /&gt;Last year I put on, for arguments sake &amp; my vanity let's say "a few pounds". And yes, it did change positions. How can that happen? I don't even want to know. Really I don't. &lt;br /&gt;Good hair? good skin? I don't even remember it. Now I just have an oil slick on top of my head. Too much info? Too bad. Just keepin' it real for those who need to know. Which brings me to my memory. Most days I'm happy I remember to get out of bed and take The Boy to school. I won't tell you how many times my poor boy has gone to school without his snack box. A big no-no in the world of preschool. &lt;br /&gt;And my vision. I can no longer see far away or close up. I think that is technically called Blind!&lt;br /&gt;So this brings me to my original question I forgot to even pose up front.&lt;br /&gt;Am I perimenopausal or have I just been in a bad mood for 40 years?&lt;br /&gt;So I ask my trusty Gyn what I could do to keep from loosing my mind and he suggested hormone replacement when THE time comes. The more I investigated the HRT, the more I did not care for the side effects/upped cancer rate ect.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to try a natural alternative. &lt;a href="http://http://www.estroven.com/info/about_menopause/symptoms"&gt;Estroven&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I really had no clue what was going on when all the crazy started happening. 'Cause I was kinda young, you know :)&lt;br /&gt;So you can go &lt;a href="http://http://www.estroven.com/info/about_menopause/symptoms"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and find out some of symptoms/signs of perimenopause &amp; menopause.&lt;br /&gt;And go &lt;a href="http://http://www.estroven.com/info/products"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for some of the different formulas Estroven has for different symptoms. &lt;br /&gt;I've never been sorry I went the natural route vs the HRT. &lt;a href="http://http://www.myestroven.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; is some more info and stories too if you're interested. And as always you can Like them on facebook for special offers &amp; coupons. http://&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Estroven"&gt;www.facebook.com/Estroven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estroven really does help with all the craziness all us women must go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I wrote this review while participating in a blog tour by Mom Central Consulting on behalf of Estroven and received a gift certificate to thank me for taking the time to participate.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1582574928510434965?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1582574928510434965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1582574928510434965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1582574928510434965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1582574928510434965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/04/hotter-than-cat-on-tin-roof.html' title='Hotter than a Cat on a Tin Roof'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1383611630756383915</id><published>2011-03-30T14:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:21:05.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STRESS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience,&lt;br /&gt;raised a glass of water and asked, 'How heavy is this glass of water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer replied, The absolute weight doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on how long you try to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;If I hold it for a minute, it's not a problem..&lt;br /&gt;If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm.&lt;br /&gt;If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued,&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is with stress management.&lt;br /&gt;If we carry&lt;br /&gt;our burdens all the time, sooner or later,&lt;br /&gt;the burden will become increasingly heavy:&lt;br /&gt;and we won't be able to carry on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with the glass of water,&lt;br /&gt;you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again..&lt;br /&gt;When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden.&lt;br /&gt;So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down: don't carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever burdens you're carrying now,&lt;br /&gt;let them down for a moment if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friend, Put down anything that may be a burden to you right now. Don't pick it up again until after you've rested a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1383611630756383915?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1383611630756383915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1383611630756383915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1383611630756383915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1383611630756383915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/03/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-8312812757135164987</id><published>2011-03-29T20:46:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:08:10.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest man I ever knew</title><content type='html'>The world lost a great man on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/pilotonline/obituary.aspx?n=jack-garrison&amp;pid=149768458&amp;fhid=11492"&gt;http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/pilotonline/obituary.aspx?n=jack-garrison&amp;pid=149768458&amp;fhid=11492&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege to know him, to work for him and call him my friend.&lt;br /&gt;That sounds so little. I can't find the words for what he was to me.&lt;br /&gt;He was a great man and wonderful doctor. Rarely shall the twain meet. I have only seen it once in my life. &lt;br /&gt;His wisdom and knowledge were unsurpassed.&lt;br /&gt;He taught me: If I'll lie for you, I'll lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;and that there's another part to Great minds think alike...it is: or fools seldom deviate.&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for these patients that trust me, I'd be just a man with a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Every person no matter their lot in this world deserves respect. You don't know what they've been through.&lt;br /&gt;People will treat you with respect, if you act like you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a man who had so much to brag about, be so humble in my life. &lt;br /&gt;He would always say, "Mrs A, I'm the son of pig farmers, if I can do this, anybody can."&lt;br /&gt;And he ALWAYS, but always called his "girls" Mrs. whatever their last name was. He respected us. We loved him. Other than my husband, I can honestly say I have never respected another human being so much.&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I could have spit nails I was so mad at him. Appointments started at 9:00 am, I would be lucky if he got there by 11:00. An older gentleman would come in and say, "I know Jack's not here. I just went by his place and he was still mowing the lawn". And he would sit down and wait. All his patients waited. They knew when it was their turn he would spend an hour with them too, if they needed it. You see, he didn't just treat what they came in for that day. He KNEW them, their family, their jobs, their kids. And what was going on in their lives right then.&lt;br /&gt;We would call Mrs. Garrison to "tell on him". Anything from being way too late to being gruff with us. She say,"now girls, give him a break. He was at the nursing home, at the hospital, had to go to some one's house (yes, he still made house calls til almost the end of his career).I'll talk to him when he gets home." I have no idea if she did "talk" to him, because he never said a word about us calling her and telling on him.&lt;br /&gt;A patient was never,ever turned away because they couldn't pay right then or didn't have their co-pay up front. He would not stand for that. &lt;br /&gt;I think about that every time I go to the Dr and the nice girl asks for my co-pay up front. Jack Garrison would have had somebodies head on a platter for that.&lt;br /&gt;The man had a presence and deep voice that filled up a room. There was never any doubt when he was in the room.&lt;br /&gt;I once called him a butt head! I do believe I may have been the only person who dared say that to his face. It is a fond memory :) He had a bad habit of throwing the days mail at my head every morning (afternoon) when he came into the office. I was always able to catch it. Except once. It hit me right in the head. Before I thought (trust me,BEFORE I thought) I said,"you butt head". He laughed so hard I thought he would choke. It's a laugh I hope I never forget. For many years my Christmas card was signed, Your favorite butt head. I loved that man.&lt;br /&gt;Once after I thought he was particularly mean, I told him the M.D after his name, certainly did not mean medical Dr. It had to be MEAN DR. He made me go in the room of every patient that day and tell them what the M.D meant. He thought it was Hilarius. &lt;br /&gt;Even after my husband received orders away from VA.Beach I could count on a call about every 6 months. Our calls started with "Is this Msssss A." (the Mrs &amp; my last name was drawn waaaaaaay out) And I would say," Is this the meanest Dr in the world? He'd say "yes it is, so I guess we've both got the right people." I love that man. We'd exchange small talk for awhile, mostly family, me crying, because I couldn't find another Dr. like him to work for in the place. And all would be right with the world for a while longer. Last Christmas he called me on Christmas day, it was the best present.&lt;br /&gt;He was also a man with the heart the size of,well, him. He was giant. He had nine kids. 3 home grown &amp; 6 store bought. If you every see me use that terminology, that's pure Dr. Garrison. Blame him. &lt;br /&gt;In our last conversation, he said, "Mrs A I'm proud of what you're doing down there". Meaning foster care &amp; David. I got to tell him that greater men than me had gone on before me to show me the way. He cried. He had just lost his beloved wife Mary of nearly 60 years. He loved her with such devotion. They did not celebrate yearly anniversaries, but if I remember correctly monthly anniversaries. I can't count how many times that man would leave in the middle of the day to go to the card store to get an anniversary card. That my friends, is a great man. I often wondered how many cards she had from so many months of anniversaries. &lt;br /&gt;After he retired I begged him teach at a medical school. I'm sure you already know this, but they don't teach doctors to be good human beings. What he had, I'm not so sure you could teach anyway. Either you got it or you don't. And now the insurance companies would just take it from you anyway. I know there isn't a CPT code for listening and caring. &lt;br /&gt;I have a million Jack Garrison stories, but my eyes are so raw now I can barely keep them open. &lt;br /&gt;I'll have to remember to tell you the billfold story. Right now my eyes &amp; heart can't take anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-8312812757135164987?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8312812757135164987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=8312812757135164987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8312812757135164987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8312812757135164987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/03/greatest-man-i-ever-knew.html' title='The Greatest man I ever knew'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-156594969229977906</id><published>2011-03-28T11:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:14:21.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy Is Growing UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vImTXPhxuV4/TZClZ92rNlI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ymSFRrcRUss/s1600/100_3095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vImTXPhxuV4/TZClZ92rNlI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ymSFRrcRUss/s320/100_3095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589149003085985362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4XdY9It-zQ/TZClQG1zMkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/OEZeuGO7z_Y/s1600/100_3104.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/-V4XdY9It-zQ/TZClQG1zMkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/OEZeuGO7z_Y/s320/100_3104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589148833699541570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm NOT very happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;This is much too fast. He's only a baby. Those teeth just came in like...the other day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-156594969229977906?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/156594969229977906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=156594969229977906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/156594969229977906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/156594969229977906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-boy-is-growing-up.html' title='My Boy Is Growing UP'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vImTXPhxuV4/TZClZ92rNlI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ymSFRrcRUss/s72-c/100_3095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1044473296412913827</id><published>2011-03-16T15:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:12:35.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If YOU don't know, I certainly don't</title><content type='html'>The Bmom of Boy #2 who has been with us since he was 3 months old finally called today out of the blue. I haven't heard from her since Christmas. When I had to make her take him for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today it was as though no time at all had passed since her last visit. She just wanted to pop on over and pick him up for a visit. I told her I didn't think so, there was a court date she had missed and I was unsure how visits were to go.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's supposed to go to TPR* (it's only been 2.5 yrs)I told her to call the S*W.&lt;br /&gt;I called his new S*W to give her a heads up that bmom may call and to be ready.&lt;br /&gt;After I explained to her the conversation I'd just had with mom, she actually said, "I don't know what to do, I'm new at this. I'm going to have to ask someone else and get back with you." I will insert here, that this is the 3nd new s*w he's had in the last 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them knows mom's history or even what's supposed to be going on in the case...after 2 1/2 years...Jimenyfriggincricket !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1044473296412913827?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1044473296412913827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1044473296412913827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1044473296412913827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1044473296412913827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-dont-know-i-certainly-dont.html' title='If YOU don&apos;t know, I certainly don&apos;t'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4588225782837428684</id><published>2011-03-15T19:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:58:08.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better You Than Me</title><content type='html'>I called Boy #1 new mommy &amp; daddy tonight because The Boy had been asking to see and play with Boy #1. When they answered the phone I could tell it may have been a little hectic around there, so I said I'd call later. New mom said "oh no, now is fine. I'm just putting together a crib, we just got a call for a 1 yr old and 3 day old sibling." .....and she said it &lt;strong&gt;ALL CALM LIKE&lt;/strong&gt;....like it was &lt;strong&gt;no big deal&lt;/strong&gt;. I'd forgotten when they adopted* Boy #1 they had to change their status to foster* to *adopt, leaving them open for *foster placements.&lt;br /&gt;This was their first *foster placement and she believed them when they told her it was just &lt;strong&gt;over night&lt;/strong&gt;. You see she works full time too. She was sure they would be there tomorrow to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bless Her Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4588225782837428684?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4588225782837428684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4588225782837428684&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4588225782837428684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4588225782837428684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/03/better-you-than-me.html' title='Better You Than Me'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-3518393350993817500</id><published>2011-03-10T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:28:43.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Processing</title><content type='html'>I swear I won't beat this horse forever (Ali this means I promise not to talk about Orlando forever)&lt;br /&gt;But I had a most interesting conversation with a friend who did not go to Orlando, so I felt it my duty to let her in on what she missed.&lt;br /&gt;As we talked about the &lt;em&gt;Greatness that was Orlando&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;Awesomeness of meeting all the women&lt;/strong&gt; I got to meet and what each and everyone of them brought to the table and or pool.&lt;br /&gt;She said a most interesting thing.........If *DFACS* found out about what I or we had done they would have fits seven different ways from Sunday, and a couple not seen on a Saturday. (realizing that not all of the ladies were foster parents)But the ones who were..........goodlordhavemercy.........&lt;br /&gt;They would NOT realize the therapy value or any kind of value in having something like I just experienced. It gave us hope,guidance,wisdom,love,how-to,how-not to, a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen, understanding &amp; no condemnation, and did I mention hope? &lt;br /&gt;A coniption fit (from *dfacs*) to end them all would take place in every corner of the US. What my friend said was very true. &lt;em&gt;This kind of thing would not be tolerated&lt;/em&gt;. God only knows what would happen if this kind of thing was allowed to go on! &lt;br /&gt;They should be paying us to do this kind of thing, not a witch hunt* for those trying to just make it one more day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-3518393350993817500?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3518393350993817500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=3518393350993817500&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3518393350993817500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3518393350993817500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/03/still-processing.html' title='Still Processing'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-3406123400069799599</id><published>2011-03-08T10:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:43:38.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory dump ........</title><content type='html'>Not because I will &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; forget these women.&lt;br /&gt;But because I don't want to forget the details.&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege to meet the most awesome women I have ever known. And I have known some pretty incredible,strong woman in my life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I even start? I will pose the question that one of these women posed in the van from the airport on the way to our Amazing house: What mother in their right mind would ever allow their children to meet someone on line, (some of us have "known" each other for years thru our blogs)but still. Fly from all over the U.S and Canada to a place some have never been to and stay with complete stranger, in a house for 4 days? Many of us, dare I say most of us stepped out of our comfort zone. WAyyyyy out of our comfort zone, to be with other mothers just like ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Because you just don't find support for what we do in our daily lives in your next door neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;Some things I never want to forget is:&lt;br /&gt;A hot tub is a very therapeutic place &lt;br /&gt;*10 were at the house where I stayed, but there were around &lt;strong&gt;70&lt;/strong&gt; total!!&lt;br /&gt;When there's 10 women in a house, dinner is cooked, cleaned up and messes are minimal.&lt;br /&gt;No one notices or cares when you walk around in your jammies with no bra.&lt;br /&gt;or your cellulite.&lt;br /&gt;It is really work to understand what a ska ma-shal is saying to you. They have a language of their own, as well as being funny, &amp; they give good advice when you can understand them...she can't help it, bless her heart.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorely tempted to move to TX, so The Boy will have the most awesome 4th grade teacher, I've ever known. She Sooo came up with the best blog title I've heard of.&lt;br /&gt;A local mom that I wish was my neighbor. A kinder, gentler heart I have never met.&lt;br /&gt;A little CanadaGirl, who stole my heart with her knowledge &amp; sweetness I will never forget. From this day foreword I never see a napkin again without a secret smile.&lt;br /&gt;2 women from "a far off,snowy place" who are strong, who put their effort where their mouths are. I couldn't even comprehend raising the children one of them does and then dealing with the "work" part of their lives. Strong women.&lt;br /&gt;The kinda close-by me-Mom that I've "known" for awhile- strong, beautiful,funny, wonderful and why can't she live closer?&lt;br /&gt;The mom who is a Flower ;) lovely,graceful,wise,funny. Oh, why can't they live right in my neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;The musical instrument--full of wisdom and beauty, but will fight for everything her child needs...really fight.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and doing nothing is Therapy...good therapy.&lt;br /&gt;Talking into the night about your story, their story, without judgement, without gasps, or "are you crazy" looks, are worth more than all the therapy I could afford. It is cleansing, it is.....more, more,more than I can put on paper. &lt;br /&gt;It is truly something you have to experience to KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget this weekend or these incredible women I got to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-3406123400069799599?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3406123400069799599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=3406123400069799599&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3406123400069799599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3406123400069799599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/03/memory-dump.html' title='Memory dump ........'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-64745366289319702</id><published>2011-03-01T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:44:23.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're a Foster*Parent</title><content type='html'>When you're doing something as mundane as watching the news and know it's only a matter of time before your phone will ring.&lt;br /&gt;(It took an hour and a half)&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wish I could go back to not knowing about this parallel universe we now live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-64745366289319702?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/64745366289319702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=64745366289319702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/64745366289319702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/64745366289319702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-know-youre-fosterparent.html' title='You know you&apos;re a Foster*Parent'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-3115123608091269554</id><published>2011-02-22T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:35:20.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Sit We wait...the usual</title><content type='html'>After a FTM*familyteameeting, I found out more about the Bitsy situation. &lt;br /&gt;Really, the bottom line is the Same Ole Stuff, different cast of characters.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs/poverty/ignorance/pure old de nastiness &amp; them seeing nothing wrong with any of it.&lt;br /&gt;( I know I'm a little blunt at times, but it gets the point across)&lt;br /&gt;Greatgrandma was there &amp; upset that no one directed questions her way. She didn't seem to understand this was about mama getting baby back and all that entails. I guess she thought it would be about her getting the girl. &lt;br /&gt;Bottom line...lots of work to do on everyone's part and Bitsy will be here til that happens and always that's anybody's guess. &lt;br /&gt;Bitsy is super intelligent given her circumstances and loves going to daycare which is a learning center. Hopefully this will give a little boost in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be more Bitsy stories to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-3115123608091269554?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3115123608091269554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=3115123608091269554&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3115123608091269554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3115123608091269554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-sit-we-waitthe-usual.html' title='We Sit We wait...the usual'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2711276724667033536</id><published>2011-02-21T13:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:01:59.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Came in the Usual Way</title><content type='html'>You know..the call that comes at 2:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;(Why these people can't do their drugs&amp;other-elicit-activities during business hours is beyond me)&lt;br /&gt;After many phone calls &amp; one for good measure just to make sure I couldn't come to the police*station to pick her up, she showed up on my door step. Just her, the SW* &amp; a white teddy bear given to her at the station. She of course was dead asleep.And only had the dirty clothes on her back.&lt;br /&gt;After the usual chitchat with the SW*, I find out every member of the family has a felony* wrap sheet except 85 yr oldGreatgrandma!Who wants her and went to the 24*hr court* hearing. Yes, I do believe every effort should be made to keep the kids with family, but 85? I do not want to be raising 3 yr olds when I'm 85...just for the record.&lt;br /&gt;She is adorable and waaaaaaay tiny for her age, and shall henceforth be called BITSY. I put her on a scale because I could not believe a child her age (which is bordering on 3.5)weighed so little. By the way she is 19 lbs and wears 18 months! Can you comprehend it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow on the Bitsy-girl. The Boy is not feeling well. We're on week 2 of this virus-y thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2711276724667033536?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2711276724667033536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2711276724667033536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2711276724667033536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2711276724667033536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-came-in-usual-way.html' title='She Came in the Usual Way'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-267854254971615954</id><published>2011-02-20T21:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:29:54.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next TIme Try not to think</title><content type='html'>If you were at a Birthday party this weekend you could have overheard this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Me,The Boy &amp; new tiny Girl, (that came @ 3:00AM Friday morning) Went to BOy #1's birthday party at his new forever* home. Needless to say no one knew us there other than the adoptive* parents. &lt;br /&gt;We were introduced to a nice older lady in a reasonable manner. "D this is ms. blunder, an old neighbor. Ms. blunder this is D and her son The Boy. D was Boy #1's foster* mother before he came to us." minor chit-chat happened between us. the weather, the nasty virus' going around our neck of the woods, ect. New adoptive* mom came back in and more small talk occurred and then she mentioned that we too had adopted* a son after having raised &amp; have older children like themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.blunder then said, "Oh my, when she said he was your son, I thought she meant "he was really your son, not *adopted"....chirp...chirp...dumb founded/confused look on my face. Had she not been an "older" woman...bless her heart...I would have been a little more snarky with her. All I could muster was,"He really is my son". &lt;br /&gt;Bless her heart...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Up next, how new tiny girl came to us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-267854254971615954?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/267854254971615954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=267854254971615954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/267854254971615954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/267854254971615954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/02/next-time-try-not-to-think.html' title='Next TIme Try not to think'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-7381424286448279990</id><published>2011-02-10T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:01:57.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiIUVsTBbBw/TVP93YKlecI/AAAAAAAAAtI/-j3qGPPMYrA/s1600/100_2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiIUVsTBbBw/TVP93YKlecI/AAAAAAAAAtI/-j3qGPPMYrA/s320/100_2953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572076291808917954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy - Where do all these babies come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy (professional question answer-er)- *DFAC* honey, now go play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that's what he meant, right? I didn't lie to him,now, did I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-7381424286448279990?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7381424286448279990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=7381424286448279990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7381424286448279990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7381424286448279990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/02/mommy-questions.html' title='Mommy questions'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiIUVsTBbBw/TVP93YKlecI/AAAAAAAAAtI/-j3qGPPMYrA/s72-c/100_2953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5371507589435206951</id><published>2011-01-31T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:32:37.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This &amp; That</title><content type='html'>Boy #1 has been in his adoptive*placement for about a month now. Unfortunately, my prediction of his honeymoon crash was about right on. I said Mid-January...I missed it by a few days. As I told the daycare worker, his personality isn't going to change just because he goes to live with someone else. He has reverted to his old hitting, biting,temper tantrums of yore. &lt;br /&gt;Boy #2 who has been with us for over 2 yrs will hopefully be matched with a family soon. This one is really going to hurt, I think. He came to us at 3 months. We are all he knows. The SW* said she was going to tell Bm she had to come in &amp; sign over her rights this week (this was BM's idea) I hope and pray for a good family for my boy. God knows he deserves it. I hope to God they will do this transition the way it is supposed to be done. We shall see. This time I will have "people" in the meeting who will (in theory) oversee that is done correctly. Again, we will see.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Now for THE Boy.&lt;br /&gt;While driving home from taekwondo tonight he said, "mommy, I took a bite of an eraser today &amp; it made my tummy not feel good." I said, why did you EAT an eraser?&lt;br /&gt;He said I didn't EAT it, I just took a bite. Ok, well then, don't take any more bites of erasers. He said," That sounds like a good idea". That comes from a boy so picky an eater that eats a total of 4 things. Why on God's green earth would that boy take a bite of an eraser???!!  Boys...I'll never understand them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5371507589435206951?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5371507589435206951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5371507589435206951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5371507589435206951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5371507589435206951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-that.html' title='This &amp; That'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2921197274077886455</id><published>2011-01-17T14:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:05:55.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Noises</title><content type='html'>The Boy is at the point where he doesn't want to go into public "girl" bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda makes it tricky when it's just me and him. &lt;br /&gt;We happened to be at a place today that has "family bathrooms". So I took him in there. After we got in there, he said,"Is this a boy's bathroom?" I told a half lie and said "yes".&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "well, you better not make any gwurl(girl) noises". &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what gwurl noises are. So I just stood there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2921197274077886455?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2921197274077886455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2921197274077886455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2921197274077886455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2921197274077886455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/01/girl-noises.html' title='Girl Noises'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5119968442599232089</id><published>2011-01-15T17:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T17:45:52.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>* SNORT *  SnOrT*</title><content type='html'>You've got to watch this all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5N1Im1xbjWQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5N1Im1xbjWQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with everything she says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5119968442599232089?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5119968442599232089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5119968442599232089&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5119968442599232089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5119968442599232089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/01/snort-snort.html' title='* SNORT *  SnOrT*'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1453337501319424029</id><published>2011-01-13T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:16:23.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spoiled Nation</title><content type='html'>It took snow in our little neck of the woods to show me what a spoiled nation we are. Oh, you can say and mean it,but do we really understand the extent of it until we HAVE to experience it? &lt;br /&gt;I've been to and lived in other countries. So I do understand most of the time what a great &amp; grand country we live in. I understand what we have is not free. I watched and lived 18 years while I watched my husband and other great men &amp; women uphold our "right" to be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;OTHER nations appear to understand that "groceries",produce,milk, eggs, meat, ect,ect do not just materialize in the store. But not our nation.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, between the ice melting &amp; then refreezing the husband ventured out for milk, because after 4 days, we really had run out. At the store he found the produce section decimated, no bananas,carrots,&lt;br /&gt;just a few bruised apples. The meat department bare. No beef or chicken. Only some small packs of pork. No orange juice in the coolers. Only the stuff no one drinks,like acia berry according to him. &lt;br /&gt;Bread...gone. Milk...gone. I did get half &amp; half for my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Today is not looking much better, either. The reason of course is because the transfer trucks are not able to make their deliveries either. But folks don't seem to understand that. On the news, people were blaming the "government"! REALLY? Is this how disconnected we are as to where our food comes from? It seems to me a little common sense goes a long way. Evidently their common sense froze with the roads.&lt;br /&gt;We really do have an entitlement mentality as a nation. It is a frightening glimpse at how accustomed to abundance we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1453337501319424029?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1453337501319424029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1453337501319424029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1453337501319424029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1453337501319424029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/01/spoiled-nation.html' title='A Spoiled Nation'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6950699719465778344</id><published>2011-01-10T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:00:09.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoomi for Ipad...get it,  you - Me ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TStXKlF72eI/AAAAAAAAAs8/iQoq2cNyjFc/s1600/100_3022.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TStXKlF72eI/AAAAAAAAAs8/iQoq2cNyjFc/s320/100_3022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560634004186323426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery Bay Games has come out with YOOMI, a game that is played with an extra accessory called the Duo. Yoomi is a simple game that can be played by up to six people that are given seven tokens each. It makes your Ipad into a family board game.&lt;br /&gt;The iPad app gives each player a question asking about their choice between two things or activities such as “big bugs” or “small dogs” or “collect coins” or “collect stamps”. After the player puts in her choice under the hidden cover of the round Duo accessory, the other players place their bets on what they think her choice was by placing a token on one of the two trays on top of the Duo. The accessory then drops the tokens of the users that guessed correctly into a “bank”. The first player that gets rid of all their tokens wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/SjlNNslAlLk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/SjlNNslAlLk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says ages 8+, but The Boy had no problems playing along with some prompting. &lt;br /&gt;It's a fun addition to the Ipad, making the Ipad a no so solo adventure. &lt;br /&gt;The best part is the nice people at Mom Select have given me one for YOU too. You can get the free Yoomi App from www.itunes.com/appstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just leave me a comment on what your favorite App is for your Ipad. &lt;br /&gt;The Boy has more on ours than we do. But boy are they cool! &lt;br /&gt;All comments must be left by Wed 1/12/11 @ noon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6950699719465778344?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6950699719465778344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6950699719465778344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6950699719465778344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6950699719465778344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/01/yoomi-for-ipadget-it-you-me.html' title='Yoomi for Ipad...get it,  you - Me ?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TStXKlF72eI/AAAAAAAAAs8/iQoq2cNyjFc/s72-c/100_3022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1161030085405694426</id><published>2011-01-09T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:19:22.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's snowing again</title><content type='html'>And this just ain't  the norm 'round here.&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of is Snow Cream. It was the biggest treat in the whole world when I was a little girl. It rarely snowed, so we rarely got it. If you're from the south I don't need to say anymore about Snow Cream. You KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;God willing, the creek don't rise &amp;amp; Jesus don't come, I will be making Snow Cream tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;The Boy (if he'll eat it) will be in for a big treat...me too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1161030085405694426?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1161030085405694426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1161030085405694426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1161030085405694426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1161030085405694426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-snowing-again.html' title='It&apos;s snowing again'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6527155164407059364</id><published>2011-01-08T22:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:17:50.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations With A Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TSkmhplV7VI/AAAAAAAAAs0/kpWWJzo0ilk/s1600/100_2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560017574505606482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TSkmhplV7VI/AAAAAAAAAs0/kpWWJzo0ilk/s320/100_2434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mommy, I've been watching you drive and now I know how to do it. I just need my legs to grow more and then I'll be able to drive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I now cover his head with a pillow case, so he can no longer watch me drive. I can't imagine what insurance will be for a teenage boy in 11 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**you know that's not true, that would be terrible parenting &amp;amp; cruel. I make him cover his eyes with his hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Added @ 10:15pm : he just came in and asked if he could go downstairs and build the Wall of Jerico. When I told him I didn't think the Play room was big enough for the Wall of Jerico, he said he'd only make a little one. It would take less time to march around it ...he wants to see how long it will take for it to fall down. I'm too old for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6527155164407059364?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6527155164407059364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6527155164407059364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6527155164407059364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6527155164407059364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversations-with-boy.html' title='Conversations With A Boy'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TSkmhplV7VI/AAAAAAAAAs0/kpWWJzo0ilk/s72-c/100_2434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6488204673085239026</id><published>2010-12-27T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:34:27.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It just doesn't do THIS around here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRlLbXLAKqI/AAAAAAAAAss/6LeU30ct1l8/s1600/100_3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555554548786932386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRlLbXLAKqI/AAAAAAAAAss/6LeU30ct1l8/s320/100_3020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is snow, people. On Christmas day. The word around here is that hasn't happened since 1892!  &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; we get snow it's usually in late Jan. or Feb. and then it gently floats down and promptly melts. Just the way we like it.&lt;br /&gt;With a sick Boy here, this snow did us no snowman making good. Hopefully it will all be gone in a few hours/days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6488204673085239026?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6488204673085239026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6488204673085239026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6488204673085239026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6488204673085239026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-just-doesnt-do-this-around-here.html' title='It just doesn&apos;t do THIS around here'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRlLbXLAKqI/AAAAAAAAAss/6LeU30ct1l8/s72-c/100_3020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-636909879574034736</id><published>2010-12-27T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:52:02.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Serious Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>How can "they", who ever they may be, do this........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a site called &lt;a href="http://spokeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spokeo.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that's a new online, USA phone book w/personalinformation: everything from pics you've posted on FB or web, your approx credit score, home value, income, age, etc. You can remove yourself by first searching for yourself on their site to&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; find the URL&lt;/span&gt; of your page, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Copy that the URL&lt;/span&gt; ,then going back to their home page, Go to the Privacy button on the bottom of their page to remove yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what I need, one more way for Bp or crazy people to find me or know my personal stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-636909879574034736?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/636909879574034736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=636909879574034736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/636909879574034736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/636909879574034736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/serious-public-service-announcement.html' title='A Serious Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4690597717755361909</id><published>2010-12-26T16:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:49:09.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Man in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRe2Fe5_x4I/AAAAAAAAAsc/gah0BcPff8M/s1600/100_2993.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRe2Fe5_x4I/AAAAAAAAAsc/gah0BcPff8M/s320/100_2993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555108870696716162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRe1-Sj4yqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/QdK3Q1nQ2oI/s1600/100_2992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRe1-Sj4yqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/QdK3Q1nQ2oI/s320/100_2992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555108747123673762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRe12bYY_GI/AAAAAAAAAsM/SXAfqrhah18/s1600/100_2991.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRe12bYY_GI/AAAAAAAAAsM/SXAfqrhah18/s320/100_2991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555108612052417634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited a few years for this man.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a bit late for Christmas, but I wanted to show him to you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't bring myself to pack him away with the rest of Christmas. So he will just have to sit out all year long. &lt;br /&gt;The Boy is enamored of him too. He loves to pick him up and just look at him. I do too, truth be told.&lt;br /&gt;I've read Mari's blog for YEARS, OK, 2 or 3 years. She always shows her Husband's beautiful wood carvings and every year I fall in love with one of the Santas.&lt;br /&gt;This year I finally got one. He's a beauty too.&lt;br /&gt;My horrid picture taking pales compared to Mari's beautiful ones. You can click on the heading "A New Man" to see what gorgeous things her husband carves. And you'll find a wonderful blogger too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4690597717755361909?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://marislittlecorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/carvings-and-giveaway.html' title='A New Man in my life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4690597717755361909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4690597717755361909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4690597717755361909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4690597717755361909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-man-in-my-life.html' title='A New Man in my life'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRe2Fe5_x4I/AAAAAAAAAsc/gah0BcPff8M/s72-c/100_2993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6914981531430926125</id><published>2010-12-24T22:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T22:26:06.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRVkRM87ppI/AAAAAAAAAsA/i_bOZ2sQPXY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRVkRM87ppI/AAAAAAAAAsA/i_bOZ2sQPXY/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554455962128721554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRVkI20pGiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/vedigJA1FQQ/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRVkI20pGiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/vedigJA1FQQ/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554455818749418018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRVj_s7SnxI/AAAAAAAAArw/AEp9Ver4xAs/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRVj_s7SnxI/AAAAAAAAArw/AEp9Ver4xAs/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554455661474127634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRVj5SFfBEI/AAAAAAAAAro/8KLE2Zg4fnU/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRVj5SFfBEI/AAAAAAAAAro/8KLE2Zg4fnU/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554455551189910594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6914981531430926125?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6914981531430926125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6914981531430926125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6914981531430926125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6914981531430926125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRVkRM87ppI/AAAAAAAAAsA/i_bOZ2sQPXY/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4329187333217840898</id><published>2010-12-22T15:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:44:20.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This CHILD !</title><content type='html'>Comes up with some of the craziest things he wants to BE. Not pretend to be. But insists he has to BE whatever it is that comes to his mind.&lt;br /&gt;This week, he had to BE a robot. He even sat down at the table and drew all the "things" he would need to become a robot. Unfortunately for Daddy, he's the one that has to implement these ideas the boy comes up with. &lt;br /&gt;At this VERY moment, he is insisting he NEEDS to be a Tank. A real TANK. I'll post more of these ideas the Boy comes up with as soon as I can find all the pictures of&lt;br /&gt;things that ping around in his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRJhxLQ3u8I/AAAAAAAAArg/jBfRBo5Ct-o/s1600/david-robot1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRJhxLQ3u8I/AAAAAAAAArg/jBfRBo5Ct-o/s320/david-robot1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553608787966278594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4329187333217840898?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4329187333217840898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4329187333217840898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4329187333217840898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4329187333217840898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-child.html' title='This CHILD !'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TRJhxLQ3u8I/AAAAAAAAArg/jBfRBo5Ct-o/s72-c/david-robot1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2950293786115904604</id><published>2010-12-20T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:52:52.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What good does it do?</title><content type='html'>If you make the kids go to therapy (at tax payers expense)and FP* time/expense, because we are not compensated in anyway for therapy trips. &lt;br /&gt;And only use their recommendations when it suits you?&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what happened in baby #1 case today. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to go into the hell that happened here on Friday. We'll call&lt;br /&gt;it a total disrespectful breakdown of communications and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;But today was a FTM^ where (in theory) they heard the therapist* recommendation on&lt;br /&gt;transition*, then after she hung up from the conference call,told all parties that it was a load of BS, and they would proceed with what they intended to do. REALLY, THEY DID. &lt;br /&gt;IF, big IF, we keep doing this, it will have to be with no emotion as to when, how or if it's in their best interest to be *transitioned. If they will not listen to the therapist's recommendations on *transition. My opinion has got less than a snowball's chance. &lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself how much worse can it get? Bad question...it always gets worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2950293786115904604?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2950293786115904604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2950293786115904604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2950293786115904604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2950293786115904604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-good-does-it-do.html' title='What good does it do?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-8308521813698421586</id><published>2010-12-16T22:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:24:53.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Thinking can drive you nuts</title><content type='html'>Cindy's last half of a sentence on her blog &lt;a href="http://thebodiebunch.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; made me stop for 30 minutes contemplating more things than I care to think about.&lt;br /&gt;"What made me think I could make a difference?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy #1 will be leaving tomorrow at 6:00pm. 48 Hours notice after 19 months of a long, hard road, just isn't enough time to process anything. We told him he would be leaving to live with so &amp; so. He looked at me for a minute and said "OK" It's a bad time to be moving a *RAD child. First you'll have the all too wonderful honeymoon &amp; then the all consuming idyllic Christmas. I can see a huge crash coming, ohhhhh mid January? When real life kinda kicks in. For both child &amp; adoptive parent.&lt;br /&gt;I have sat here and thought of Cindy's words for some time. Realistically, what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;difference have I made in his life or any of the lives of the children I take in and care for? This is not a oh poor me, nobody appreciates what I do moment. The question is real, to the gut, real. I offer a roof,bed, food &amp; a hug and things to play with. Period. &lt;br /&gt;To answer Cindy's question. I honest to God can not think of any difference I have made in their lives. Why do I advocate for these children &amp; not even the policy makers follow their own rules. That my friends is the definition of beating your head against a wall.&lt;br /&gt;So, do I settle for not making a difference in their lives. Parking a kid in my house, no emotions shown (because that is what they want) Or do I continue to beat myself up because I feel I have failed yet another child. I don't know if I can do either. But I also don't know if I can NOT open my house up to a child who needs a roof.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things going through my head tonight. And I still have another one of these transitions to make soon enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-8308521813698421586?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8308521813698421586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=8308521813698421586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8308521813698421586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8308521813698421586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/too-much-thinking-can-drive-you-nuts.html' title='Too Much Thinking can drive you nuts'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2685251420052500917</id><published>2010-12-15T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:05:45.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I surprised?</title><content type='html'>I was given 48 hours notice that baby #1 would be moved permanently to his new home.&lt;br /&gt;With no regard to what the therapist says, or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Why this continues to surprise me, baffles me. I guess I always think, this time they'll do it right. And every single time they prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I have yelled the wrong doing from the roof top, so to speak, to no avail. I am now hoarse, no voice left with which to yell. If the ones making the rules, will not follow them...my hands are literally tied.&lt;br /&gt;At the very least I know he's going to a good home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2685251420052500917?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2685251420052500917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2685251420052500917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2685251420052500917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2685251420052500917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-am-i-surprised.html' title='Why am I surprised?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5151181416749320545</id><published>2010-12-13T19:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:30:07.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know...</title><content type='html'>That you go to McDonalds* too much?&lt;br /&gt;When you pull up to Wal*greens prescription window and the 2 yr old yells, " Wanna Chee-burger!"&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where these kids get this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5151181416749320545?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5151181416749320545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5151181416749320545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5151181416749320545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5151181416749320545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-do-you-know.html' title='How do you know...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-7806180130633558812</id><published>2010-12-11T21:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:43:39.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers, kinda (Updated)</title><content type='html'>JWG had some good questions, I thought I'd answer. Since frankly, around here, these things could go a million different ways.&lt;br /&gt;The asked:&lt;br /&gt;How long do you think they will be with you? Are they likely to find adoptive homes soon? How good is the agency involved at the transition process? Are they old enough to understand what is happening? So many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the kids have been with me anywhere from their entire lives (25 months) to 18 months and their ages will be taken into consideration. I will make sure that the transition is slow with the one that has been with us his whole life. He will have a very a hard time with all this. We are all he has ever known and will not understand.They will start looking for a placement for this child within our county in the next few days is my guess. &lt;br /&gt;The second child already has a placement in place and has been visiting them on a limited based for a couple months. That will be stepped up in the weeks to come. He will be with his new family in 3-6 six weeks is my guess.&lt;br /&gt;The almost 3 year old "kinda" knows he will be going to live with the people he is visiting with. And it is not a problem for him. He loves them to death. They are wonderful people who love him alot. And it will help that we will still be apart of his life.&lt;br /&gt;The child we've had all his life, well that's another story. He does not nor will not understand what will be happening to him. That is why I will fight for an extended transition for him. He is very attached and will not understand why he is leaving mommy &amp; daddy. And because a family has not been identified as a placement, I can't say if we will be able to continue to be apart of his life.&lt;br /&gt;All complicated &amp; a delicate dance of who's the mommy now, where authority lies.&lt;br /&gt;But I will make sure it works out well in the end. A smooth transition is 80% of my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan asked: Just wondering why you are not going to adopt the little guy you've had since birth? &lt;br /&gt;Well, the simple answer is "I'm done". As far as we are concerned our family is finished. I don't feel either of these kids were meant to be ours. More practically, we can't afford any more children. My husband is nearing retirement we look foreward to some time when it is just us.(not gonna happen anytime soon since the Boy is only 5) I have been a mama since I was 17. I need a rest. sometimes I must admit I grow weary from all the demands put on me as a mother, a MeMe, wife, employee &amp; foster mother. But God has been known to have a sense of humor. I never thought God would give me a son at age 40. So who knows what He has up his sleeve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-7806180130633558812?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7806180130633558812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=7806180130633558812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7806180130633558812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7806180130633558812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/answers-kinda.html' title='Answers, kinda (Updated)'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6069526964858244308</id><published>2010-12-11T13:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:34:28.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Mama #2 will voluntarily sign her rights over.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this crazy world ever makes sence.&lt;br /&gt;But now I know my boys will have good homes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6069526964858244308?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6069526964858244308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6069526964858244308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6069526964858244308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6069526964858244308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-987231330240444999</id><published>2010-12-07T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:35:50.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one down</title><content type='html'>One *TPR down...one more to go. Hopefully the judge will be in the same mood on friday.&lt;br /&gt;These babies deserve the very best homes. Mom #1 just walked away, didn't show for court. Friday will be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-987231330240444999?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/987231330240444999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=987231330240444999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/987231330240444999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/987231330240444999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-down.html' title='one down'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2637945523921812420</id><published>2010-12-04T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:05:42.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Figure</title><content type='html'>Both of the Bmothers for my 2 little ones have dropped off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;One has been "working" her case*plan for 2 yrs and the other 20 months.&lt;br /&gt;*poof* Gone. They could have saved us all alot of grief and done it along time ago. Not to mention they could have been in great adopt!ve homes long ago.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2637945523921812420?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2637945523921812420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2637945523921812420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2637945523921812420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2637945523921812420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/go-figure.html' title='Go Figure'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1903173375689879287</id><published>2010-12-01T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:38:07.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cute</title><content type='html'>http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used this site last year too.&lt;br /&gt;The Boy loved it! It's free or you can buy a permanent link to it.&lt;br /&gt;They will send you an email with the video link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1903173375689879287?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1903173375689879287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1903173375689879287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1903173375689879287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1903173375689879287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-3150913109995055959</id><published>2010-11-28T17:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T17:34:51.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE</title><content type='html'>Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TPLVQ9kKrrI/AAAAAAAAArY/bG_S5HExPU8/s1600/100_2831.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TPLVQ9kKrrI/AAAAAAAAArY/bG_S5HExPU8/s320/100_2831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544728578627382962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TPLUnlMa35I/AAAAAAAAArQ/vmfKh9x5H-U/s1600/david_3rdbdayhangover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TPLUnlMa35I/AAAAAAAAArQ/vmfKh9x5H-U/s320/david_3rdbdayhangover.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544727867710693266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TPLUEEB7eXI/AAAAAAAAArI/94te4kaZ3w8/s1600/P1010282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TPLUEEB7eXI/AAAAAAAAArI/94te4kaZ3w8/s320/P1010282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544727257512900978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally impossible&lt;br /&gt;There's no way this boy can be 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;No way he can be this smart and this handsome.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last years post: http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-3150913109995055959?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3150913109995055959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=3150913109995055959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3150913109995055959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3150913109995055959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/11/five.html' title='FIVE'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TPLVQ9kKrrI/AAAAAAAAArY/bG_S5HExPU8/s72-c/100_2831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6790779608968475919</id><published>2010-11-24T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:15:13.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TO3GcxMLKjI/AAAAAAAAArA/sZbQql-UJp0/s1600/100_2953.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TO3GcxMLKjI/AAAAAAAAArA/sZbQql-UJp0/s320/100_2953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543304913905986098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6790779608968475919?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6790779608968475919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6790779608968475919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6790779608968475919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6790779608968475919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TO3GcxMLKjI/AAAAAAAAArA/sZbQql-UJp0/s72-c/100_2953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-7873743713075933957</id><published>2010-11-22T22:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:31:02.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mommy</title><content type='html'>I'm a gross boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOs1XvSpwSI/AAAAAAAAAq4/f0nPtkbHZRY/s1600/100_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOs1XvSpwSI/AAAAAAAAAq4/f0nPtkbHZRY/s320/100_1436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542582448357490978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-7873743713075933957?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7873743713075933957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=7873743713075933957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7873743713075933957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/7873743713075933957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-mommy.html' title='Look Mommy'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOs1XvSpwSI/AAAAAAAAAq4/f0nPtkbHZRY/s72-c/100_1436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5109700781238771533</id><published>2010-11-21T17:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:37:11.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Episencial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOsyReizXgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SFCfU5mSKhc/s1600/100_2947.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOsyReizXgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SFCfU5mSKhc/s320/100_2947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542579042247728642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sounds like a word you &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;should know, but just can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not. It's a new line of organic baby skin care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From body butter to bubble bath, each affordable product is made with all-natural and organic ingredients, designed to be gentle on young skin. Plus, the super cute recycled packaging features illustrations by Eric Carle (The Very Hungry Caterpillar). &lt;br /&gt;Beautifully packaged in recycled and sustainable materials which are both phthalate and BPA free.&lt;br /&gt;This line includes a Playful Foaming Wash, Soothing Cream, Better Body Butter, Protective Face Balm and Sunny Sunscreen SPF 35 and a diaper rash cream.&lt;br /&gt;All reports from the moms at the party say they love it. One little girl with eczema says it's the only thing that has made her skin feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I know we sure love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to find out more about it;  www.episencial.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5109700781238771533?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5109700781238771533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5109700781238771533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5109700781238771533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5109700781238771533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/11/episencial.html' title='Episencial'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOsyReizXgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SFCfU5mSKhc/s72-c/100_2947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-421318988050291987</id><published>2010-11-17T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:53:56.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never go to bed</title><content type='html'>With a potato chip clip in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;It makes for UGLY bed head!&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask how the Boy fell asleep with chip clip in his hair or even how or why it got there....you'd never believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOQWHgW1ToI/AAAAAAAAAqo/aS9jqPAq6Sw/s1600/100_2926.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOQWHgW1ToI/AAAAAAAAAqo/aS9jqPAq6Sw/s320/100_2926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540577759773150850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOQWAbd_guI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Hun4Bw6UM2s/s1600/100_2925.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOQWAbd_guI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Hun4Bw6UM2s/s320/100_2925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540577638201918178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-421318988050291987?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/421318988050291987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=421318988050291987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/421318988050291987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/421318988050291987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-go-to-bed.html' title='Never go to bed'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TOQWHgW1ToI/AAAAAAAAAqo/aS9jqPAq6Sw/s72-c/100_2926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-599181898565124100</id><published>2010-11-14T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:30:55.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sick, really sick</title><content type='html'>Things are gonna change around here. Or should I say words.&lt;br /&gt;I follow alot of *foster/adoption* blogs, like alot of you do.&lt;br /&gt;But recently I've noticed they've just went away without explanation.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight while following a few "do you know what happened to.."questions and links, I found the reason most of these blogs just turned the lights out. &lt;br /&gt;They were found by *bfamlies* or *sW* or depts* ect. And deemed "irresponsible" or a danger, ect, ect. Had their kids taken away, license pulled &amp; big law suits filed.&lt;br /&gt;I realized after I followed info on one of the *blogs that not only were they in my *state, but county*.&lt;br /&gt;I have very recently made my share of &amp;Sw* MAD. So I will not push my luck. &lt;br /&gt;I can't say if what they*thefostr*family were doing was right, wrong or otherwise. But what I will say, is I will not make the hunt theydfacs* seem to be on, any easier.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have the freedom to speak our minds...never mind, I'm not even going to go there.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you know, I know how to spell (some times) &amp; how to use spell checker, but words may look a little funny around here and you will probably have to read between the lines, but you'll get the idea. I've tried to go back and fix the last year's posts because I've gotten pretty lazy with names/initials.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the stories are horrifying. I don't know if this is a new "witch hunt" or not. Because the stories I found were from all over, not just around here.&lt;br /&gt;Have any of your favorite blogs just "went away"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-599181898565124100?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/599181898565124100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=599181898565124100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/599181898565124100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/599181898565124100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-feel-sick-really-sick.html' title='I feel sick, really sick'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6665584542712405883</id><published>2010-11-12T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:31:00.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A292804' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=WYuhVi6f25RpyCju&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=WYuhVi6f25RpyCju&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=WYuhVi6f25RpyCju&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to say I'M SORRY &amp; I couldn't help myself. OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6665584542712405883?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6665584542712405883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6665584542712405883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6665584542712405883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6665584542712405883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4124177213404198260</id><published>2010-11-05T14:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:34:12.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can find a Boy cuter than this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TNROEl99e-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/QT_TT7N0T4E/s1600/100_2922.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TNROEl99e-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/QT_TT7N0T4E/s320/100_2922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536135682763619298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TNRN82eSEuI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mR6u9h_oOao/s1600/100_2919.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TNRN82eSEuI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mR6u9h_oOao/s320/100_2919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536135549755200226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4124177213404198260?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4124177213404198260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4124177213404198260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4124177213404198260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4124177213404198260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-can-find-boy-cuter-than-this.html' title='Who can find a Boy cuter than this?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TNROEl99e-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/QT_TT7N0T4E/s72-c/100_2922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-3284451469796720035</id><published>2010-11-03T19:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:35:32.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To counteract the bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TNHxqOrft1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/iOW5Wp0Q9Tc/s1600/100_2912.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TNHxqOrft1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/iOW5Wp0Q9Tc/s320/100_2912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535471124812379986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TNHxglJWy8I/AAAAAAAAAps/-vzahfhEOwA/s1600/100_2911.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TNHxglJWy8I/AAAAAAAAAps/-vzahfhEOwA/s320/100_2911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535470959044512706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I'm not proud. Why do you ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-3284451469796720035?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3284451469796720035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=3284451469796720035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3284451469796720035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/3284451469796720035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-counteract-bad.html' title='To counteract the bad...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TNHxqOrft1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/iOW5Wp0Q9Tc/s72-c/100_2912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-2115018884906845021</id><published>2010-11-01T23:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:12:28.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone asked my opinion</title><content type='html'>But it didn't feel so good to give it.&lt;br /&gt;Both my babies are at the point of *TPR or *reunification.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to testify, I just didn't know what day. It turned out to be today.&lt;br /&gt;I was drilled by 4 attys. I answered all the usual yes or no questions. Because, really, they don't want to know my opinion. I just raise the kids. So who am I?&lt;br /&gt;But one atty asked my opinion on whether or not the baby should be returned to his mother or go to the prospective adoptive parent.(the child has been in care almost 2 yrs, long enough for her to get her stuff together) I was floored. In 6 years no one has EVER asked my opinion. I have a good rapore with the bmom, so I knew at that moment I would no longer be her confidant and she would be beyond angry at me. And she would have every right to do so. &lt;br /&gt;But I was under oath. I have never told her I thought the child should be with her. I've told her to fight to the bitter end for her child, never give up. For nothing else than her own peace of mind. She has grown as a person alot in 20 months. But this baby doesn't have time to wait for her to grow up and be a decent parent. He needs a mother now. A home now.&lt;br /&gt;Before I answered I asked the atty, "you are asking for my personal opinion, correct?" they said "yes". So I gave them my personal opinion. &lt;br /&gt;The baby would be better off physically, emotionally, psychologically, ect with the adoptive parents. The look on bmom's face was complete devastation. For that I am very sorry. But she has no place to live, no job, no transportation. She's no closer to working a caseplan* than the day he came into care. I want even go into her choice of abusive men in her life.&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted "the powers that be" to HEAR what I have to say in the matter of these babies. Now I have seen the face of the ones that my opinion effects. It doesn't mean I'm sorry for what I believe is best for the babies, because in my book they come first. They loose something no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is as a mother, I can't imagine hearing from somebody that they don't think I'm good enough to raise my own child. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry she had to hear me say those things. Even if they are true. &lt;br /&gt;Giving my opinion was more emotionally draining than I ever thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm not a judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-2115018884906845021?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2115018884906845021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=2115018884906845021&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2115018884906845021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/2115018884906845021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/11/someone-asked-my-opinion.html' title='Someone asked my opinion'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5230863599284462875</id><published>2010-10-26T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:30:48.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>squeeeeeky clean</title><content type='html'>Listerine Oral Care and Reach gave us the chance to take the Oral Care Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see The Boy had recently decided that brushing his teeth just wasn't for him.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to pry the mouth open of a child who didn't want their teeth brushed?&lt;br /&gt;It's not pretty. And leads to both of you having a melt down.&lt;br /&gt;Our challenge was to brush, floss and rinse every day, twice a day. I thought "yea, right". But I was desperate. I needed something, anything!&lt;br /&gt;So they sent us cool Reach tooth brushes, a calendar with TEETH STICKERS, floss and rinse.&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to loose.&lt;br /&gt;When he opened the box and saw the stickers and cool tooth brushes, The Boy wanted to start right then and there. Who knew a box of tooth brushes and some stickers would be all it took to get the kid to brush his teeth?&lt;br /&gt;www.listerine.com or www.AmericasToothfairy.org will give you more information about the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you it's one of the best things we've ever done. The Boy can't wait to show you how "squeaky clean" his teeth are after using the cool tooth brush. THANK YOU Listerine &amp; Reach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wrote this review while participating in a blog campaign by Mom Central on behalf of LISTERINE and REACH and received products to take the Oral Care Challenge. Mom Central also sent me a Global Giving gift card to thank me for taking the time to participate.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5230863599284462875?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5230863599284462875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5230863599284462875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5230863599284462875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5230863599284462875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/10/squeeeeeky-clean.html' title='squeeeeeky clean'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-1491207489593841965</id><published>2010-10-25T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:14:52.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EDICATE 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TMYrgLxiS4I/AAAAAAAAApk/FxOEV2GnX5U/s1600/100_2831.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TMYrgLxiS4I/AAAAAAAAApk/FxOEV2GnX5U/s320/100_2831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532157024187599746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BAD) EDICATE &amp; MANNERS are one of my pet peeves. &lt;br /&gt;Now I understand not knowing edicate for every single situation you may find yourself in. But come on, follow the lead of the other people around you. Very elementary. Right? Or maybe I'm just anal.&lt;br /&gt;When sitting in a Do Jong (taekwondo school) it is quiet, very quiet, except for the teacher. Who is giving instruction. You know, the thing we PAY him so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;But there is always ONE or maybe two annoying mothers in the do jong that drives me batty. I take a book to read, so as not to kill their offspring who are rude or may accidentally hit my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Today THE LOUD WOMAN who wants you to hear her cell phone conversations almost drove me over the edge. She was talking soooo loud that when I stepped outside I could actually STILL hear her talking. Now I don't know this woman's name.BUT, I can tell you almost anything you want to know about her or her family or the wayward women in the church where she goes. In today's conversation, she was telling her friend Cindy she was not going to be buying her child a Christmas present because it's best to invest in experiences instead of "things". If you're interested she's taking him to his grandmother's house for Christmas, but not telling him til Christmas morning. She thinks he will love it. AND there's a family in the church that is taking their children trick or treating. I think their salvation was called into question a few times and the kids will be warped/possessed for life because of it. &lt;br /&gt;She and her husband aren't getting along very well at the moment either. And homeschooling isn't working out well for her, but she's got to keep it up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;There is a time and place for everything. If you talk really loud or wear your shoes on the taekwondo mat. &lt;br /&gt;I will blog about how ignorant you are. I'm not paying all this money to listen to you talk at the top of your voice, while your rude children are keeping my boy from learning.&lt;br /&gt;OK, rant over. Not like they'll ever see this. But I feel so much better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-1491207489593841965?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1491207489593841965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=1491207489593841965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1491207489593841965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/1491207489593841965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/10/edicate-101.html' title='EDICATE 101'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TMYrgLxiS4I/AAAAAAAAApk/FxOEV2GnX5U/s72-c/100_2831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-8064674133627310603</id><published>2010-10-21T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:59:06.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenagers...</title><content type='html'>I did respite for a teenager for 5 days, weeks, months? No really it was 5 days, but I tell you it seemed like weeks. &lt;br /&gt;I've never had teenagers before (other than my own) ummmmmm, can I just say these teens have more issues than I care to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be doing this again. &lt;br /&gt;Bless those of you who do teen foster care. You are much braver than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-8064674133627310603?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8064674133627310603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=8064674133627310603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8064674133627310603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/8064674133627310603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/10/teenagers.html' title='Teenagers...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-4479607089728537087</id><published>2010-10-20T20:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:13:54.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Water, Water or Water</title><content type='html'>It seems pretty simple. Water is water is water&lt;br /&gt;Not if you live in my neck of the woods. Our county water is NASTY.  &lt;br /&gt;I do not drink tap water or let the kids drink the tap water. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of trying to lug huge cases of bottles water into a buggy (cart, if you must)&lt;br /&gt;lug it into the car, out of the car into the house. Then continue to pick the bottles off the floor 20 times a day because they are the baby's favorite play thing. Plus, all those bottles HAVE to junk up the land fills. I don't need that on my conscience too. I've often thought of getting a water filter system...forget it, I'd have to sell a kid.But I have been given the next best thing. A Water filtration pitcher from 3M.&lt;br /&gt;filtering five times faster than traditional pitcher filters, the Filtrete Water Pitcher offers better tasting water in a matter of seconds. I don't have to stand there and stare at it for 45 minutes while it filters. Also, the filter lasts longer, filtering two and half times more water than traditional pitcher filters and lasting about three months. It filters 100 gals. of water on one filter!&lt;br /&gt;I love this new pitcher filter. It makes the water better and drinkable.&lt;br /&gt;you can find out more about them here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.filtrete.com/wps/portal/3M/en_US/FiltreteUS/Filtrete/Resources/Clear-advantages/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wrote this review while participating in a blog campaign by Mom Central on behalf of Filtrete and received the water pitcher to facilitate my candid review. .”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-4479607089728537087?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4479607089728537087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=4479607089728537087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4479607089728537087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/4479607089728537087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/10/water-water-or-water.html' title='Water, Water or Water'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5960419754773183593</id><published>2010-10-15T15:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:34:54.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLiwmifD8II/AAAAAAAAApc/cgoEnZf7VjY/s1600/100_2818.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLiwmifD8II/AAAAAAAAApc/cgoEnZf7VjY/s320/100_2818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528362718735888514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is just for Kellie, we found another cool mustache quarter machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLiwdseIPAI/AAAAAAAAApU/cJFZ4F_wBOs/s1600/100_2802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLiwdseIPAI/AAAAAAAAApU/cJFZ4F_wBOs/s320/100_2802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528362566797507586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLiwBZrQyUI/AAAAAAAAApM/ccrdUKYfw_0/s1600/100_2794.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLiwBZrQyUI/AAAAAAAAApM/ccrdUKYfw_0/s320/100_2794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528362080715983170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLivkCP-ajI/AAAAAAAAApE/DSclBSlz7rU/s1600/100_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLivkCP-ajI/AAAAAAAAApE/DSclBSlz7rU/s320/100_2780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528361576211311154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLivYNWSi1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/vK5riKtcz6E/s1600/100_2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLivYNWSi1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/vK5riKtcz6E/s320/100_2779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528361373032155986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5960419754773183593?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5960419754773183593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5960419754773183593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5960419754773183593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5960419754773183593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-mountains.html' title='I love the mountains'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLiwmifD8II/AAAAAAAAApc/cgoEnZf7VjY/s72-c/100_2818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-6320812812060711362</id><published>2010-10-14T21:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:11:29.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story 3 ON ICE</title><content type='html'>Disney was kind enough to send us to Toy Story 3 On Ice.&lt;br /&gt;And somebody had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLer1FNF5KI/AAAAAAAAAok/C_DJzV4vmrI/s1600/100_2831.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLer1FNF5KI/AAAAAAAAAok/C_DJzV4vmrI/s320/100_2831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528075996039079074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was it these guys who had the better time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLesMQsHpYI/AAAAAAAAAos/H1IZm4hPOIY/s1600/100_2823.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLesMQsHpYI/AAAAAAAAAos/H1IZm4hPOIY/s320/100_2823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528076394258998658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even had the cutest crafts ever to make. Mr Potato Head, made out of a real potato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLeuo9SP0-I/AAAAAAAAAo0/j0feDm-VpHU/s1600/100_2826.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/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLeuo9SP0-I/AAAAAAAAAo0/j0feDm-VpHU/s320/100_2826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528079086289671138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be in the *Atl*nt* area and want to see one cute show, take a look here for the info.&lt;br /&gt;Ticket Prices: Tickets start at $14 ($14, $22, $30, $35, $50 VIP and $75 Rinkside)Order at www.ticketmaster.com http://www.ticketmaster.com&lt;br /&gt;or charge by phone, 800-745-3000 &lt;br /&gt;Show Times: Wed., Oct. 13, 7:30 p.m.Thurs., Oct. 14, 7:30 p.m.Fri., Oct. 15, 10:30 a.m. and 7:30 p.m.Sat., Oct. 16, 11 a.m., 2:30 p.m. and 6:30 p.m.Sun., Oct. 17, noon and 4 p.m.* *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-6320812812060711362?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6320812812060711362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=6320812812060711362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6320812812060711362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/6320812812060711362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/10/toy-story-3-on-ice.html' title='Toy Story 3 ON ICE'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/TLer1FNF5KI/AAAAAAAAAok/C_DJzV4vmrI/s72-c/100_2831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-431633996727370139</id><published>2010-10-10T17:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:47:32.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Works Walk to School Challenge</title><content type='html'>The Boy and I decided to take the Walk to School Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;I needed the exercise and The Boy needed a few life lessons. Neither of us were happy the first couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;After the weather started acting like semi-fall instead of August in the south we both were happy.&lt;br /&gt;We found lots of things to talk about. The huge monarch butterflies were a hit every morning. The ant hills made us late several days. Mommy did not help when she started taking plastic bags to dig up wild flowers to bring home and plant.&lt;br /&gt;This was a great challenge and one will take back up in the spring. There's no telling what we will find then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the month of October, elementary and middle school students and their families can help their schools win one of five $5,000 grants – simply by walking or bicycling to school. Parents are invited to sign up online for the Walk to School Challenge at www.facebook.com/greenworks, and log their families' walking or bicycling trips on behalf of their school. The five schools with the highest levels of participation will be eligible to win a $5,000 grant. Frequent walkers and bicyclists can also earn individual prizes, ranging from green shoelaces to reusable water bottles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walk to School Challenge comes during a time of increased attention to the sedentary lifestyles of both adults and children throughout America. Walking and bicycling to school provides an easy way for many families to take a step towards more physical activity in their everyday routine and a more natural lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lace up your sneakers and take in the sights and sounds during your walk to school. Make walking fun by counting steps with your child and point out the changing leaves or colorful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wrote this review while participating in a blog tour campaign by Mom Central on behalf of Clorox Green Works and received a thank-you gift certificate."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-431633996727370139?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/431633996727370139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=431633996727370139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/431633996727370139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/431633996727370139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/10/green-works-walk-to-school-challenge.html' title='Green Works Walk to School Challenge'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27419577.post-5185244823169866059</id><published>2010-10-07T09:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:09:21.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October cool fact</title><content type='html'>An interesting fact about October 2010: &lt;br /&gt;This October has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays, all in 1 month. &lt;br /&gt;It happens once in 823 years. &lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27419577-5185244823169866059?l=blakesmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5185244823169866059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27419577&amp;postID=5185244823169866059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5185244823169866059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27419577/posts/default/5185244823169866059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-cool-fac.html' title='October cool fact'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311320805081897725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZfcVoHRvOw/SKV9KgYiynI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_hcnKbjjJao/S220/100_0527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
