tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69041869776990585092024-03-19T19:05:04.528-04:00Scattered Mess...My life, My kids, My madnessUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-60432437474885230782009-05-14T13:12:00.003-04:002009-05-14T13:20:00.542-04:00Parenting At It's Best...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZz0jYiEVocGfkmkG77fWRHqXDRQ3tiEvJa-ohqtN92a0jC9NffT9iYHzzKV0OlLZ5S5eScgiH318uyRkfUjtohTVtBPGT1X6NnvU90YsuCMre98tgCvCqGLl1eVZAxyM-T2kL8b7C1YT/s1600-h/child+on+leash+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335730194685585346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZz0jYiEVocGfkmkG77fWRHqXDRQ3tiEvJa-ohqtN92a0jC9NffT9iYHzzKV0OlLZ5S5eScgiH318uyRkfUjtohTVtBPGT1X6NnvU90YsuCMre98tgCvCqGLl1eVZAxyM-T2kL8b7C1YT/s320/child+on+leash+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>The only thing this child is missing is a bottle filled with Coca-Cola and a nice shrub to piss on!</div><br /><div>However, I will say, I'm in favor of the kid leash. I hate having the little critters crawl all over the place and smelling at my crotch when I'm at the park. Or chasing after the stray kids that may be wandering by. Plus, it makes them easier to swing over your head should the need arise.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVg0wY1-FRN9rqRdaCFLhEAMIhfDOEul2kE_w9M6jByW2W7v_zBpEMvN0T14BNuu-xkcw6vuvVBP7vRhHRoouCEfOmmXqL53cp3fu3_qjnc5oGFmhyaVXc_NpS3dVil603v74kYITqZAl/s1600-h/kidleash2.jpg"></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-79910561956069183402009-05-12T11:41:00.006-04:002009-05-12T11:45:52.572-04:00O.K. CorralIn my house as a child, there was no discussion about food, are you kidding? You ate what was put in front of you; you ate everything on your plate; and you never, ever complained. Because any child who complained or refused to eat everything on their plate go their ass beat and sent to bed, hungry. Yep...it's not the number of mouths to feed; it's the one who's howling, getting their ass paddled at the kitchen table. And, naturally, everyone else just keeps eating, pretending not to notice the huge distraction blowing snot at the other end of the table.<br /><br />And so that brings me to my darling sweet JoJo who challenged me to a dual last night. Well...not so much a dual, but a flat out standoff. Allie started to join in, but quickly changed her mind and ate her dinner when she saw how serious I was. So JoJo sassed me and told me that dinner was "Gross", and went so far as to shove his plate across the table. Gross??? I pride myself on my dinners- it's not just Ramen noodles and Spaghetti O's in my house! So, it was just your basic bratty kid behavior, right? So I ordered him to sit there at the table until he finished his dinner, which of course he refused to do. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334963360691889122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZKt8i_5L_zpJj_obn0KhaKE-x2xFuAtm-tkfVzkKypnutv5-nyKng7OieJr20sHgp919DaoceKvfkAOUw2ki7DcZdrxDFgWSaK03SB1OO3RftFy_yNRuq8mzaWHjtq3A-9pCMLDglGUX/s320/shellys+visit+015.jpg" border="0" /><br />So he sat at the table. And he sat. And he sat. From time to time, I checked on his progress. At one point I even thought I was being nice by reheating the plate of dinner. Naturally, there was no progress because he had decided that he would rather spend the rest of his life at the table then to eat his dinner. It was a true Old West standoff at the OK Corral. Billy the Kid and Jesse James staring each other down. Neither refusing to budge. Mind you- this is a three year old! And inside I just kept telling myself that I can't loose to a stinkin three year old!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334963619686506114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnC0A4hn_a83ZZxtBGc-uUMPXQeSvabDcHcK-WPbeJvvT8br7rfnGeEaiVWvqHW-92gmAegAGCLJVoITdLUcsi6JoPY76YTS8Gw8MsB0jZCFCSDyAAHmds9_3GvzwKLEe8Qxl9tzxqU-A/s320/shellys+visit+017.jpg" border="0" /><br />Hours later- he's still sitting at the table, so I asked him one last time if he was going to eat his dinner. "No, gross" was his reply and then he threw himself on the table. Yeah- not really impressed with the performance. And because I'm completely immature and just as bratty as a three year old- I made him sit there some more! I just couldn't lose. I couldn't. It was like a game of battleship and I was determined to sink him. My entire self worth depended on it!!! <div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334963522536336178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69mK7OHbNcVRm2oiV4YDMndOSZcQfe6l6bgRKowirHcHXwxukgqysGS6K8iTK6wPGN6sIqzNLd6CcIBzpDYaL204hsgdkm5bzUrts-sMe3ypRASwpt7u1HeHCHa1lC_UI4G0dykZYTB0H/s320/shellys+visit+013.jpg" border="0" /><br />In the end- he fell asleep at the frickin table! He still didn't eat one bite of his dinner. I know inside he thinks he won- but really- I claim victory. He eventually gave up his will to fight and let sleep take over. Wussy!!!! </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-25958705821603244402009-05-05T09:53:00.006-04:002009-05-05T10:05:51.574-04:00C-R-E-E-P-YI totally have a new stalker.<br /><br />We moved offices two weeks ago and now we reside in the big building. This creepy guy, who I will now refer to as "Creeper", has been following me around. I guess that's flattering if you're into the whole lumberjack look and all.<br /><br /><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332339838071394226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCpZ-sjKDFP39y2ZulaUkkQQgw0FfINlcP5aSikxwVD6PZq910RoHRU9m7LR8r46nXjbN8UWrICc1xMWPb-6zAgcmI-tSpV3d3KFwOhO1DkNl_p9UVCUYQqu98hXAFwn3w1lRCSYOefb3/s320/office+004.jpg" border="0" />He's always asking me creepy stalker questions like "Hi. How are you?" and "Do you know what time it is" Geez! Get off my back already!! I'm married!!!!!</p>I'm not used to <em>new</em> creepy people yet- I've barely gotten used to the regular creepy people that I work with every day!<br /><br />If I don't write again for another few months it's because I've been chopped up into little bits and I was served as the lunch special in the cafeteria!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-45460865733286906282009-03-09T10:08:00.007-04:002009-03-09T12:22:37.270-04:00I Think She's Ready For The Nutcracker.....What do you think?<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwiys1XhGe79_1AI7ODb7x6HolSoOAUGz7M_JEFgGgzCLwGFNcbG2SOOsrDgTWqB9eNl00Zs91lMpe8f8lG5g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyZf11Sq4M4LPrmrzpYHMywPMcT9uMBRnchvFA0A29w3I2iKRfOe8mR085w70uLI1EAEHSeURHAD0V9wooY' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy7BTk0fkQx_VXFM2G0VtluqRFV8_FwhLv1cVj4VDSG9vleMaeFfKMfPMoYtTw0APlJGW4JwRm5PbX5dwCIkQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw6mnIv4Byt1cWv9IjMuKcd-sNYfAlIcIHbl8la4T3ufpVzp4O_xbxMRACdgyQd5PEv0Kcx035SZQ086aTm' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyIUy4FxBkaiE_z4MJ2ZVgRbtEqPHWXY8EdYxICf-xtw_kGpBLTRjTdvE3IyRUXe52ki_Y8hvJUq29Rpu4vQA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-85685192331971171632009-03-06T14:30:00.002-05:002009-03-06T14:38:33.099-05:00I Know Why Parents Shake Their Kids...It's the end of a really long week and I'm about at my wits end. My kids do not listen. No- for real- THEY DO NOT LISTEN!!!! Furthermore, I am so tired of hearing "Well, I'm just gonna.....".<br /><br />I tell Allie not to cut up the mail and she answers me with "Well, I'm just gonna...."<br />I tell JoJo not to put his cars in the toilet and he answers me with " I'm just gonna...."<br />I tell Allie to stop putting stickers on the front door and she tells me "Well, I'm just gonna..."<br />I tell JoJo to stop wiping his boogers on my TV and he tells me "Well, I'm just gonna...."<br /><br />Not to mention, that Allie decided that she didn't want to have to take her medicine anymore so she threw it in the trash. The entire bottle of a brand new prescription. I had to fish around in the trash bag this morning with last nights leftovers and something else I couldn't identfy.<br /><br />So I told them both that "I'm just gonna" drop them off at the nearest bus stop and hope someone else wants to kids that don't listen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-48614159877140350052009-03-03T21:18:00.008-05:002009-03-03T21:37:37.707-05:00I Really Have No Excuse...Ok- I know what you're going to say and you can just save it. I really have no excuse for not posting for a couple of weeks (ha ha couple of months). I'm just totally lazy- that's all. Shut up- don't judge me. <div><div><div><br />ANYWAY- here's a couple update photos. Allie started her dance class this past weekend. I can say without a doubt- she was the cutest child in the entire class. And you know- it is really all about the outfit!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309151950289610978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRq2HIVJHkekt_sz_hhbq-NVgwOQmbZHkZAkCqjWW81KmGVgqFWIFhNKJdT6oALi9q16NAufhDzu0h7gmJCPCyYgsFBZNLBeNotfMn-6d_2UTelM9aTBTQA2Yp6CqQyBHm1KgIivT_NGC/s320/Allies+1st+Dance+Class+001.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309152080998526978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSoj6CBRsRx7qwxzF28O88-E4dEpsx1UQLYfshs8zgSvhe6rHUMtWGfaiD0wIkJGezYBJjWUqVwLg7NaldtlKRnHNw8Z90Uj2DZNg55N0P3I9Vjmd930Dbr9WupB1GYBNOWZ84p7oQqb8/s320/Allies+1st+Dance+Class+006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyc4dgxMlsM1Co5tTiCqh8GosTiwHwDpRuPMSl8QqxLTgZXmRe4cPK__DmBEuRvgq1aNA_B23azvVxRtZJK2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div>Jojo is still a complete nut. He spends the majority of his time destroying everything he touches. That's why we can't have anything nice! (I know my mom has said that one a thousand times!)<br /></div><div>And here's a couple of pictures from the "Blizzard" we had yesterday.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309155438100672626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0I8LxJ6CQJQVZL8tCnAqy5Y2UXzGehXH_hAbLcS5L0m_4BIpjPE8jgtTFtXxnmIoOenL5uJN00ZDcRTR4mPs2UulexRFYOy03h0AxRLh9Sof4lrLY1CEUe66Z8yapZ-msbInhnjBPcSf/s320/Allies+1st+Dance+Class+012.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309155656861715986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHQsTgnKpmTL0syfmB03r9pceibovqyBHI3-5BgdCJevn5FoTMZiZXA2Nd1yPkxmngSxqCEFpVqoNp4sDFcznuPH_iCqYKMMubbXePj4vViU3K4MQSs0pTf3B8n6NzkJoyDmBf-fWHeGl/s320/Allies+1st+Dance+Class+014.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309155790021481842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPNqE7cfKGLYf2zrYpast1yIJu7TqR32F9HrKXVcdOT8U7Fdi7YfSh-T2kT0Rw0PaaZIMj5ehUs8zSquxnRglDzRatJ_UnU7NU9-IngcdVF2zGyc0CTNwq3OHffVNFfmDh_m8Nj8Id03W/s320/Allies+1st+Dance+Class+010.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-21239030267915146732008-12-02T09:21:00.005-05:002008-12-02T09:26:00.101-05:00So Righteous...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xYKWFCZfBWgBDFFtNTZYk-OFT6pLCnpknlvoeFLBK9djU1be4hoTmDwoJoxrCr-lTSUvMkUCXYkcwqtdEfHLg2rfG9Qczztc9jaJO7tgNPZQRB40Hu1IoQfw_QQhAUi1xcF8HDy-3bMJ/s1600-h/Righteous.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275198481233862034" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xYKWFCZfBWgBDFFtNTZYk-OFT6pLCnpknlvoeFLBK9djU1be4hoTmDwoJoxrCr-lTSUvMkUCXYkcwqtdEfHLg2rfG9Qczztc9jaJO7tgNPZQRB40Hu1IoQfw_QQhAUi1xcF8HDy-3bMJ/s320/Righteous.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtDbIxFlMp9TAz2ji_xdUd-W3cqkAQUE5nsdz8-ucnl9uz1Me7jAM3-8YnPb0dUdHP6c6uv0U5V_PCP7-fvxegFBLydYw8JCru4qo3JJoaqr7cdHedhwiiiecuX5ZOoAR4WqXDnNkvj3R/s1600-h/Wyattearp1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275198560699027138" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtDbIxFlMp9TAz2ji_xdUd-W3cqkAQUE5nsdz8-ucnl9uz1Me7jAM3-8YnPb0dUdHP6c6uv0U5V_PCP7-fvxegFBLydYw8JCru4qo3JJoaqr7cdHedhwiiiecuX5ZOoAR4WqXDnNkvj3R/s320/Wyattearp1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>Isn't he dreamy? <br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-43715432043427138742008-12-01T19:24:00.004-05:002008-12-01T20:45:23.504-05:00In The DNA...This one is for Schmick and Schmeth. Seems that your not the only one who has an offspring who is a train wreck with the moves.<br /><br />Surprising- considering that Schmean and I are so light on our feet!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwGkGKX7S3APWocFDNAIAIrGsgYva3ac-liJ0XxNhwLw_nk2-gZInQ9QyZaCsxyPwqO0eWYiBcxollRWI4MAg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-84222819091683001932008-12-01T10:38:00.001-05:002008-12-01T10:39:47.789-05:00DISCLAIMER...Just wanted to note that sadly I did not make up the Survival Guide to Dumping at Work. Wish I had, but I can't possibly take credit for someone else's genious-ness!<br /><br />I am passing it along to all of you as a service to you during the holiday season!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-52944934931686820152008-11-30T17:56:00.003-05:002008-11-30T18:03:53.884-05:00Information You Should Know...With the holidays fast approaching I thought the below information valuable to all.<br /><br /><strong><em>Survival Guide For Taking A Dump At Work<br /></em></strong><br />We've all been there but don't like to admit it. We've all kicked back in our cubicles and suddenly felt something brew down below. As much as we try to convince ourselves otherwise, the WORK POOP is inevitable. Memorize these definitions and pooping at work will become a pure pleasure.<br /><br /><strong>ESCAPEE </strong><br />Definition: a fart that slips out while taking a leak at the urinal or forcing a poop in a stall. This is usually accompanied by a sudden wave of panic embarrassment. This is similar to the hot flash you receive when passing an unseen police car and speeding. If you release an escapee, do not acknowledge it. Pretend it did not happen. If you are standing next to the farter in the urinal, pretend you did not hear it. No one likes an escapee, it is uncomfortable for all involved. Making a joke or laughing makes both parties feel uneasy.<br /><br /><strong>JAILBREAK</strong> (Used in conjunction with ESCAPEE)<br />Definition: When forcing poop, several farts slip out at a machine gun pace. This is usually a side effect of diarrhea or a hangover. If this should happen, do not panic. Remain in the stall until everyone has left the bathroom so to spare everyone the awkwardness of what just occurred.<br /><br /><strong>COURTESY FLUSH</strong><br />Definition: The act of flushing the toilet the instant the nose cone of the poop log hits the water and the poop is whisked away to an undisclosed location. This reduces the amount of air time the poop has to stink up the bathroom. This can help you avoid being caught doing the WALK OF SHAME.<br /><br /><strong>WALK OF SHAME</strong><br />Definition: Walking from the stall, to the sink, to the door after you have just stunk up the bathroom. This can be a very uncomfortable moment if someone walks in and busts you. As with all farts, it is best to pretend that the smell does not exist. Can be avoided with the use of the COURTESY FLUSH.<br /><br /><strong>OUT OF THE CLOSET POOPER</strong><br />Definition: A colleague who poops at work and damn proud of it. You will often see an Out Of The Closet Pooper enter the bathroom with a newspaper or magazine under their arm. Always look around the office for the Out Of The Closet Pooper before entering the bathroom.<br /><br /><strong>THE POOPING FRIENDS NETWORK (PFN)</strong><br />Definition: A group of coworkers who band together to ensure emergency pooping goes off without incident. This group can help you to monitor the whereabouts of Out Of The Closet Poopers, and identify SAFE HAVENS.<br /><br /><strong>SAFE HAVENS</strong><br />Definition: Seldom-used bathrooms somewhere in the building where you can least expect visitors. Try floors that are predominantly of the opposite sex. This will reduce the odds of a pooper of your sex entering the bathroom.<br /><br /><strong>TURD BURGLAR</strong><br />Definition: A pooper who does not realize that you are in the stall and tries to force the door open. This is one of the most shocking and vulnerable moments that can occur when taking a dump at work. If this occurs, remain in the stall until the Turd Burglar leaves. This way you will avoid all uncomfortable eye contact.<br /><br /><strong>CAMO-COUGH</strong><br />Definition: A phony cough that alerts all new entrants into the bathroom that you are in a stall. This can be used to cover-up a WATERMELON, or to alert potential Turd Burglars. Very effective when used in conjunction with an ASTAIRE.<br /><br /><strong>ASTAIRE</strong><br />Definition: A subtle toe-tap that is used to alert potential Turd Burglars that you are occupying a stall. This will remove all doubt that the stall is occupied. If you hear an Astaire, leave the bathroom immediately so the pooper can poop in peace.<br /><br /><strong>WATERMELON</strong><br />Definition: A turd that creates a loud splash when hitting the toilet water. This is also an embarrassing incident. If you feel a Watermelon coming on, create a diversion. See CAMO-COUGH.<br /><br /><strong>HAVANA OMELET</strong><br />Definition: A load of diarrhea that creates a series of loud splashes in the toilet water. Often accompanied by an Escapee. Try using a Camo-Cough with an Astaire.<br /><br /><strong>UNCLE TED</strong><br />Definition: A bathroom user who seems to linger around forever. Could spend extended lengths of time in front of the mirror or sitting on the pot. An Uncle Ted makes it difficult to relax while on the crapper, as you should always wait to drop your load when the bathroom is empty. This benefits you as well as the other bathroom attendees.<br /><br /><strong>FLY BY</strong><br />Definition: The act of scouting out a bathroom before pooping. Walk in and check for other poopers. If there are others in the bathroom, leave and come back again. Be careful not to become a FREQUENT FLYER. People may become suspicious if they catch you constantly going into the bathroom.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-32632227863773728892008-11-19T16:58:00.000-05:002008-11-30T17:46:53.880-05:00Stormin' Normandy...Here's a good life rule to follow: <div><div><br /><div><em><strong>If you're 1o0 years old, you're husband is 110 years old, you can't walk well and need the assistance of a Jazzy chair for mobility- it's a safe bet that your ass doesn't belong in a boat in the heart of Disney world.</strong></em></div><br /><div>I'm not going to go into a lengthy explanation regarding the above. I believe it speaks for itself!</div><br /><div>On another note- after my brothers wedding it was off to Disney for some R&R in the happiest place on earth. Normally, my brother Schmick is a bit anal retentive and a bit much to swallow, but I don't know if I am maturing or becoming anal retentive myself, because I much enjoyed it in Disney. I can only conclude that he studied the Epcot map in great detail the evening before our arrival. We spent 13 hours in the park and didn't miss one thing. Many things we were able to do 2-3 times. We even spent most of the day laughing and having a great time- which is absolutely unheard of when putting any number of the Jacob siblings in one area for an extended period of time.</div><br /><div>Between Schmick, Schmeth, Schmorgan, Schmiane, Schmean and Schmyself we had a really great time in Normandy- I mean Norway!</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274583832442106466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicn687xIe4JQKd524VstvbnSU0gka2iJo2bRlRN63mU4UeLaBV4I7Wd2lgaSo897g5mKXj8HeC0gsW7Td3eHsaORQvTLilY2fPo73hI5TVtxGur45UYpRhVsze1IjG3lexEQHxe-8M-Xme/s320/Andrews+Wedding+076.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274584973165674098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM24s96kp6B3psTM538Wq2-Na57OLeG5wznWNDcbPV1vvipPVPUejViKi45iMB7Bu0Yf-uOL5-nh5rPK5_wz5P39JHtRL57K1U2JNLie_ZOvV84z3eXlGL6pwlyhDc-gJg6uR8hGBKgiC6/s320/future+2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274584469592424306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3rTqeWEODkrSJdbCuHjGF6sjQ0wxQd3GGSSHbFbje-WLneFBHOl_K-ATDCfuYxfg9S8BpODb0La1-h6wkIj1KppE8neMDZQ5LrcA7F5h5z5nn1Ob1yPKM-BcIXq8dPfpQleoHDCjO9Sk0/s320/future+1.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-64282591116112909072008-11-18T16:52:00.000-05:002008-11-30T16:57:48.750-05:00Who Does This To A Baby?Ok- I totally took this picture on the sly during my brothers wedding ceremony. I couldn't help it- I was drawn to it. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274572393649152946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhviOyo5zf1dLJKBJKSSlzEWPooVTUQx0MWd9nxnvby_vecIYwriT9AyXreJX0a_FEHxQBEhm9aTqoUjVxloNmMvUc4MpkxrO46rl18Qt8undl9sDz4ajf62I8AEytyOoUCIBWJniWKVT4l/s320/Andrews+Wedding+019.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>I know people in the south are really into their pageants- but- paaaa-lease!!! I'm sure the baby is very sweet, as are the parents, but this might have missed the mark a bit.</p><p>Does anyone even know if an outfit like this is fire retardant?</p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-24494282922571756622008-11-17T16:34:00.000-05:002008-11-30T16:52:11.615-05:00There Really Is Someone for Everyone...<div align="left">I never thought I would be posting about my brother Andrews wedding, but hell must have really frozen over and frogs must really have wings because he got married.... to a girl!<br /><br />They are both incredibly in love or incredibly stupid- but a happy couple they do make. Hey- even Forrest Gump found a mate.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">But all in all- it was a really sweet- drama free- wedding. I would even go so far as to say that I had a nice time with my family- but if you ever ask me in public- I'll deny it!</div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274568455428729090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTw6PQf4-iHK8en2jmTcoDYvRz1sxeFgAYUhmpAR70Sdbfkc19V22gf3qky1zdmY9OmOYMweVWK4xM1cQCmlH7ENMNkS04aTa600LqR6JrxyjnYuQKjaowQ2bwu1vPEEfvk3Gj-Xu8BYb1/s320/Andrews+Wedding+005.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274568911650676754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIozoOnlgOaBNugFGEgLMeiGxOwEsUbUDWCaKY3cGVMKylR0z4hONOwz5paTSMVdh04EY9qW3y8V6xC1osux-6CkowvUk1bSGLlGZFB6BI4BX9ZZOt5ajysMEoeXp6xQ2Bp-WMZf2YmLy6/s320/Andrews+Wedding+027.jpg" border="0" /> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274570954416736642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_TjdSBH2UYacqquJeSL7bypI3_5sZbWMUdBRKsZP25K48heZR7F-i4vrtEfZtmpPgjCxgiDfH0NsfxShec4D49kUx_mGMmecMB3-m2wJ1gUSswpR0xIdRzK1_tRNRFPqda6sxED7s49c/s320/Andrews+Wedding+048.jpg" border="0" /><br />I don't know that I would be this excited to marry Andrew- but to each his own!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-66635207783511056722008-11-08T13:37:00.002-05:002008-11-08T13:46:55.265-05:00End Of The Road...Allie and her team played their last game of the season this morning- in the rain. It was pouring, but they loved it. It will be nice to sleep in on my Saturdays!<br /><div></div><br /><div>This season was top notch for Allie. She really matured throughout the year and Mommy and Daddy even had to buy her a new bike for scoring goals this season! </div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266359737782717970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidxrDknGCkdb8FzegoZozNyvYaFkpIvwNUzSRnvAowNhKTe_JRXRa9CI2u0R2fAP3tGMLOtXHmBJH44m84TRNFI1wnhvbTMP8IE2wE12UnFe9P_jSAuLhzD24SE78e1SQ4GJ-yp3Mri6XL/s320/Ridley+United+025.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center">The girls finished out the season 11-1!!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-474912712388987612008-11-03T11:31:00.006-05:002008-11-03T11:37:56.476-05:00Spooky Treats..Costume- check <div><div><div><div><div>Candy- check</div><div>Lot's of tired children- double check</div><br /><div>It's over- and everyone survived! Time to put away all of the costumes and decorations for another year.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264470501733656882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRxVlwovZyEgTusAWLserBxQfhrjXlTFvpFXxftAjN7jCZzX0XiGzPRx6R6b1-uv05IlHqI7UI21CZRvv2cxJFKxzR2a694bjeAUQNoWvZgbrrcNxfDyLPMu11OGkQm4iMlM-Jlk_Qpre/s320/soccer+and+halloween+058.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264470621908932530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRXxHJL7ljICYgWtomIr2DH8hRRUi4ICZVIc9tIjbunjO-WH5kz5GqzHXP0XGkZ_m-HxwEH-MINn8DCeTTEO8o2U2Ax0oxVsQ7i0yJ5fEZ_2y0rV8BQRNLZ1C4lLbbexFsX2nRHFmPXfM/s320/soccer+and+halloween+065.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264470731342443218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8Rzg7J4Lpd8KuA-xSI2rKYXJ1YwtH-eLDCkWqs68YZUX5pW5Pgr1cGW8j4q1fxvZQ6Bp0aIVQNpLzagSJKSdk-RZm73pJCSicrHOY6R8I_LTXPtCWNgV1-JbmX5am-MKCO5YDethwYyt/s320/soccer+and+halloween+076.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264471143566022130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqkIo7WO0cxYdCERlmpOy1sEBsHFiIW0AxhwAc4vZwHG14nCbFaFxUTzMQtIra9iLpny0QSO3_m3OdjC-uJZM6Zc9WxBZjDlVvMT2XOIEg8EvHew5mCsvIxhyphenhyphenMBu7SGweamkfEWEb_A82/s320/soccer+and+halloween+085.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-64651093335356870492008-10-29T23:01:00.002-04:002008-10-29T23:09:46.654-04:00#1Quite possibly this could be the best evening ever. Literally- the best night ever imagined in all of the universe.<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Philadelphia Phillies- World Series Champions!!!!</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">It was only 31/2 innings, but I felt like I was going to vomit the entire time.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">This should make for a very interesting wedding in two weeks. My brother (who resides in Central Florida) is getting married. The brides family our Florida natives- grooms side our Philly natives! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-18499458215667429352008-10-27T19:47:00.013-04:002008-10-28T14:48:15.692-04:00M.I.A.Last time I posted I said I would be better at updating- I have failed miserably- story of my life! Here are some recent highlights:<br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261987344642085538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyopagTXMO7zo5OX966Dd14P8gxr-2onrH05RvnBePWDtjT6mwual1BYZqR6u6L47Q4_4Mu7OIIZy7ouDnoEJrN9LOXebH9-SlW3SNtsCaeztpAM6fnKsGp4hd_zhLEeCSVQt1HLhW7dl9/s320/allies+goal.jpg" border="0" />Allie scored a goal!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276411977765474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg945sYsayhDsYDHDcTbI5AyAsVS00ak5RpqW0oqeAMpwLdQIrLepPm2oUnaPPLCdCr8x6zlyCwQwBDtKnAvLyjYFUlk-xqZNpvJEiNG8W0bs-oXrJexTORWuxgYlFDJSFAmlTCQSsYOZ2I/s320/soccer+066.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center">JoJo was an honorary stand in that day!</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276629161408050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItfcJqQft93IKhFScpERnyqX8k7HvUeADIrXR9ZvP8-TTqZnVjRKBIpLqgv_jEmHNhz0t2SVdLHTCw7OKExz2q5f8KIjP7NKKOfdQV1BLuL80MSVhMAHpvBmL8cS3Kes4Qx03pmlxLpjd/s320/soccer+team.jpg" border="0" /></div>Allies un-defeated Team<br />U6 Jaguars<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275472380675682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8ZcT4ezL1_Xoh0q2p64pBNQKuDwsjQFaArFdiz9lfiWn8JBh7udMO3GoM4QcitelOnULQ1ex34mtxzJIFlr2hchmupqRmr-HFxKnWuFRpMQvO61V-i4khjSEH0KeWxqLF90vgAj9fjhE/s320/apple+picking+079.jpg" border="0" />Apple Picking at Highland Orchards<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262277253785689954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLb6qyFncBwwVzk257nvwFazmgG7kUWqGZ9iirZYiuUUcH_9FJdIxCHVOFPfR3eJYYHXFSR-otvxITvjnQ8KW9EDS2ejNg_C2PF5foRJwPtT4Ld54wLA4oV968gwio2Zq2T00oMLBWPp4c/s320/apple+picking+081.jpg" border="0" />Mommy and Jojo next to a big hay bail.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276106877553058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1N2iblGMBMYWKSdNb-WJlcsxv02YyY4SItR9kweb5KhUBfym9rNL-YBjL2SBA0UQHKxqUoKeUN5Q18VkZEbIKR_rKzzvfr30PRUR5rldjXLVYl2NqjgukYVq8-Bya1CqqNtF0EbO-7gc9/s320/fall+festival+086.jpg" border="0" />Fall Festival 2008<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275869064923666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2IoejodneUmW7TYS4OZdttG9NBDOoy_IrYXVwQH4e5vADGqkzUhTaMIg81iN2_HkVOJGbC3weOULUbgFrAa9yp3k_-TNZyRDIdf4hwTVFXS0Ihu4kBOb-lZgdklxJGvuAIGnjJR4Dr2Z/s320/fall+festival+071.jpg" border="0" />All dressed up for the festival.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-88762116407879157962008-10-02T20:15:00.004-04:002008-10-02T20:32:08.729-04:00I Know...I SuckI've been on hiatus. Although I spent some time in Florida by myself, I certainly wasn't there this long. I've been totally lazy!<br /><div></div><br /><div>I'll update everyone on my trip to Florida in my next post. It has come to my attention that some of my family members are a bit "sensitive" and cringe at the thought of me blogging about them. But then I say- if they weren't so freakin' nuts I'd have nothin to write about! My mom seems to be the most worried so I'll spare her and just say she is absolutely lovely!</div><br /><div>Today my co-workers and I had to say goodbye to our German intern Tim. He has spent the last 7 months with us and I'd be totally lying if I said I made it easy for him. I (and the rest of my team) totally abused him and gave him all the crappy jobs that none of us "Regulatory Professionals" wanted to do. He was a good sport and I (most of all) will be sad to see him go. </div><br /><div></div><div>Although I would never admit this in public (pst.. I know he's reading this!) I'm really going to miss him. His weird hair and skinny jeans most of all. But he was a really good sport and the best part was that he laughed at all my jokes!</div><br /><div></div><div>Now I'm going to have to fill my own water bottle, get my own spoons and pick up my own shit off the floor. Dammit!!! </div><div><br />There is nothing funnier then listening to a German use American slang such as "That's how I roll" and "Chill- Lax" and my personal favorite "Bee- atch"! It's like teaching a kid dirty words and then laughing when he uses them!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252717517992363138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk_Y-uqRTHSfw8_QfatVdA17uhNYNjWycHEwHOli1Wr1BJYhIaJOm3-v4RsSZmHfM5esxJLfpVo2dk0CRi3ndG60QvhKKIZyXjDFnf0VgINsnq67Rl4OhRq-eQE5Jq_UBM7uPvLHDg-NjE/s320/Team+Photo+1.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-18311800758589501932008-09-20T20:58:00.002-04:002008-09-20T20:59:47.264-04:00C.R.A.Z.Y.I'm in Florida visiting my family. There all NUTS! They're hovering over me because their afraid I'm going to write about them on the blog. I'll just do it when I get home.<br /><br />Stay tuned....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-60843469724291413152008-09-15T21:14:00.002-04:002008-09-15T21:17:46.681-04:00Up To My Eye Balls...Don't worry- I'm not dead.....yet! <br /><br />I don't have a great excuse for not posting other then- I've been busy. Kids, work, Sean and packing. I'm heading off to Florida this week for some R&R- or something like that.<br /><br />I'm supposed to be preparing a rockin' toast for my future sister-in-laws shower this weekend- but I'll save that for when I do my best work...No, not in the crapper... on the plane on the way to Florida. I work better under pressure!<br /><br />Check ya!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-76802690152044671682008-09-05T14:27:00.003-04:002008-09-05T14:32:18.979-04:00Dinner Date...Last night the kids and I had a dinner date with friends. We went to Nifty Fifties. Umm-yeah- not so nifty! Ofcourse- my children were like little demons. They really don't know how to act anywhere. As much as I beg and plead for the to behave, they always laugh in my face and do what they want. I really understand why people beat there kids- in public. I really think it's fair game at this point. If you don't behave on an outing- the parent should have every right to beat the crap out of them!<br /><div></div><div> </div><div>Allie did behave for a few minutes. I was lucky enough to catch it on camera!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242606630598490738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPabrz4TxQIu5ZQJRVhQkFhZAJfaFSxMYXdHiPSh4uI6EysVaw6Qm3Pr957m_SesC8QMtDfMn-ZH_J1NUNQTMoAGhZxWG9DWjjbs9jsQxHMgAtRCili3eHuch-KQKyKPFjwjvXbuy8eT2X/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%233+094.jpg" border="0" />This is the little boy that Allie swears she is going to marry!<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-46453898124639915912008-09-04T14:13:00.000-04:002008-09-05T14:27:18.435-04:00Labor Day...<div align="left">Labor Day weekend was long and gorgeous. A little warm, but no rain. We spent Sunday at Aunt Debbie's for food, swimming and badmitton. Always exciting- and no injuries!!!</div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242602632568634834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr60PDW_3vEgIxBiIZeHn0y6tsK0fU-hii06W9w2yOd88OKawGmTZ8phFH-3waeK-tBlKzI65CjYQmFn9-e5y2bRPeJA8TYwXUH2UJnBekdNQn749o_2lD9J8el86E5dC1vqFGeCVhgRwe/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%233+006.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Goofing around in the pool </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242602990394676866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcFsxfEQKkCbn555TucLU75krtfDK0FoSt3QIBKFEoGwvyrFUUcXMIfaqA4BO6s2w8NIQMHdlyRfvXDEm2XT-ufk2rru_CJJDSehHg503KdSJOANvhZlyqL4UeKY7mYbJLrw1DNS_rpdB/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%233+009.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Popsicle Power!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242603324275050370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkMJP2gw_BRaHlOre-U2T8CJAnGyNdWIvM3BLobo_3xBFrwTUSH2rRlroi8MvHGRL0JN4vJo7Gj63qqGv0kbQugK5Zk7ur99rfyY9fFPqkQgd47OK7INmCFv39-XQ3IPzD-5xAAVOfP1I/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%233+014.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Grandmom organized a parad thru the middle of the game!<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242603635071771330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSN4boDGTXKn__8xW1rGu94sOVWQ3dKvm14mXzp7sSB8CNe675dSywmbL3hBfkS06UFm6BwtY6t77jHbO0ZHeKW33ln8fX-wBck1SplAEMyJ1IgHkUknR16thwICPDoe3-RZp232KfeJGs/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%233+020.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Washing up!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242604529653987778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFAya6aVb3a5AuCwx154IeSx-_hC3BFR_NwfAgdfu8S5DqmvoQ4IRpVc8M9PuqkJAXZuaqI4_ywLnmikcWpx9PsQ2q7pwbmOTxB24tNTvoMKElBWZUigawk2DzrjI9I1rNDBf7pjBBhee/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%233+001.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Didn't even make it to bed. Crashed on the couch.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-23889422845576924072008-09-03T20:32:00.004-04:002008-09-03T20:36:14.388-04:00Loser....I have been totally lame lately. I am too tired in the evening to blog my daily events. I feel like I am ripping you off. I promise I'll be much better- tomorrow.<br /><br />If I could just record the audio from our daily lunches at work- I feel you would have your fill for weeks! Most of our conversations- correction- ALL of our conversations at work are completely inappropriate and just plain gross.<br /><br />Today's lunch included quite a lenghtly conversation regarding the Ped-Egg and Kim's hairy feet. I know- I threw up in my mouth a little too!<br /><br />Tomorrow will be much better- I am meeting a friend for dinner with the kids at Nifty Fifties. Someone is sure to throw a fit worthy of a blog entry!<br /><br />Till tomorrow!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-26378646446075037872008-09-03T13:25:00.000-04:002008-09-03T09:02:17.900-04:00Back Track...<div align="center">Here are some pictures that I had trouble posting this past week.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAplVBlN5rosPm5M13VRQb7PR1B5MuBR5LudQ36rWovLuHv2iJ-wmCth8lnD4f69b4lkAvvdZ2W_qXKcbYI9195bb9Mcr9GR9xBFdXuTNwubZlS97IBvG6E-ZZqdkYzPvOgHh67DvjBBH6/s1600-h/RA+Summer+Picnic+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239995666064841458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAplVBlN5rosPm5M13VRQb7PR1B5MuBR5LudQ36rWovLuHv2iJ-wmCth8lnD4f69b4lkAvvdZ2W_qXKcbYI9195bb9Mcr9GR9xBFdXuTNwubZlS97IBvG6E-ZZqdkYzPvOgHh67DvjBBH6/s320/RA+Summer+Picnic+027.jpg" border="0" /></a> Office Olympics- Kick Ball<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzqoIaIwiX3O8d_NMlkio-tXREq39OZZx5yOIv0pHmZHMX5gE0q1Y643J1h0IuTkaBsz0kNRkKNL567fk_5kQFoEGqJ_Xx9hTXulxM46DVbRPFn5VW5frX2aWZicxs2j9F1ILP39-bUj7/s1600-h/RA+Summer+Picnic+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239995286644390482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzqoIaIwiX3O8d_NMlkio-tXREq39OZZx5yOIv0pHmZHMX5gE0q1Y643J1h0IuTkaBsz0kNRkKNL567fk_5kQFoEGqJ_Xx9hTXulxM46DVbRPFn5VW5frX2aWZicxs2j9F1ILP39-bUj7/s320/RA+Summer+Picnic+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> Office Olympics- Frozen T-Shirt Contest<br />Don't Ask!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBTiuSWKgaUztYba5erbXdVJ15pB4DEWepAtEobRkhlH_BNEhHWS9dOQ1YS4PgQ_zZnXBR1Oa4ShF5q9fWcQqe3NqnhPUeSiDjAdra4hmvMsOQMUtKrYGK8lkUJsaWw3iJaHoITPX5yQJ/s1600-h/Jaguars+Practice+#2+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239994876831256450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBTiuSWKgaUztYba5erbXdVJ15pB4DEWepAtEobRkhlH_BNEhHWS9dOQ1YS4PgQ_zZnXBR1Oa4ShF5q9fWcQqe3NqnhPUeSiDjAdra4hmvMsOQMUtKrYGK8lkUJsaWw3iJaHoITPX5yQJ/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%232+063.jpg" border="0" /></a>Allie Dribbling At Practice<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7saNGJgx0mGEut_pdSW1UfQ63UuzuT-7WBL53OmGlWBNFN0g17sP_ieQe3KlhNdPvkvyDD-szsEIjARLNZUGnximVkhFeqrWpUBxIvOb5sg05S3svQN98I_GbBRUIru2AAjTcC2VJPi3N/s1600-h/Jaguars+Practice+#2+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239994457363525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7saNGJgx0mGEut_pdSW1UfQ63UuzuT-7WBL53OmGlWBNFN0g17sP_ieQe3KlhNdPvkvyDD-szsEIjARLNZUGnximVkhFeqrWpUBxIvOb5sg05S3svQN98I_GbBRUIru2AAjTcC2VJPi3N/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%232+031.jpg" border="0" /></a>Warm Up</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9ToLjkh17_tQsEDIkKEgAqDNWPKXXwZbOihE1T5TZEePm_TkOj9ghIOaOlIcSHCbUNDUfc2yMx7XH-Qgi23uDUCkbMgyk-fh_aygX6bGAFeSA9mizygajwShAYMhowZZQkOT0RtBnTnJ/s1600-h/Family+weekend+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993864569481346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9ToLjkh17_tQsEDIkKEgAqDNWPKXXwZbOihE1T5TZEePm_TkOj9ghIOaOlIcSHCbUNDUfc2yMx7XH-Qgi23uDUCkbMgyk-fh_aygX6bGAFeSA9mizygajwShAYMhowZZQkOT0RtBnTnJ/s320/Family+weekend+023.jpg" border="0" /></a>Hangin' With Mommy<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxO-DMNHxE8c-sHyoCjgHGJwtU06RVE3O72cAGlCJWax_W_kggbAgkOEeuFyqRA5pr9WE87ufP9eo9TVdghzaiHAxu22nrJYIln35hf3QuitLbEcK8AUlIhKUUg2uWU4oIxkREDt4Wfoo3/s1600-h/Family+weekend+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993526836206258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxO-DMNHxE8c-sHyoCjgHGJwtU06RVE3O72cAGlCJWax_W_kggbAgkOEeuFyqRA5pr9WE87ufP9eo9TVdghzaiHAxu22nrJYIln35hf3QuitLbEcK8AUlIhKUUg2uWU4oIxkREDt4Wfoo3/s320/Family+weekend+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> Being A Big Ham Head!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJs0nuC4MsVMWJrkYB0QGlc1kf85Ay-baRe5nhAkw0T8_fDV4FBjvGkEOJSbmeBE61Z2GpWsNSW-VcQnrCrsKNJMV8b7vfSHmf8aYo_1TKjLjV8-xvxXBIjEsQHGrulRTDL7YJ9PkwaL9U/s1600-h/Family+weekend+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993188205832114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJs0nuC4MsVMWJrkYB0QGlc1kf85Ay-baRe5nhAkw0T8_fDV4FBjvGkEOJSbmeBE61Z2GpWsNSW-VcQnrCrsKNJMV8b7vfSHmf8aYo_1TKjLjV8-xvxXBIjEsQHGrulRTDL7YJ9PkwaL9U/s320/Family+weekend+011.jpg" border="0" /></a>Chill-Laxing<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvuhocoWv4howm_mhwuZtQ9j2yNmWEJGa0M8nScLEPs2gF0-eoVkl5-ghbujei2dLB0newJXJJDNpnxhaVGIyulo9ckZyI9hkxh0VoBlpDN9l28UfEgVt2KpxElK1Fw2eHgfGLV-NZuD5/s1600-h/Family+weekend+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239992855726320866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvuhocoWv4howm_mhwuZtQ9j2yNmWEJGa0M8nScLEPs2gF0-eoVkl5-ghbujei2dLB0newJXJJDNpnxhaVGIyulo9ckZyI9hkxh0VoBlpDN9l28UfEgVt2KpxElK1Fw2eHgfGLV-NZuD5/s320/Family+weekend+007.jpg" border="0" /></a>This Is Rare. VERY RARE!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZlSJwyRObq1sfjiqaxWpyuvVGtQPozhpvs6kkg35iEBDHlnnl79OXXawhO0F6PAj2h9_fCSzES3r4G-YwxEzej56kKpu5EJy2dv5oAHz3TJc8IDioXV3yzvLO3pD7M4YXNQmDBfPyoPq/s1600-h/Family+weekend+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239992587221942850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZlSJwyRObq1sfjiqaxWpyuvVGtQPozhpvs6kkg35iEBDHlnnl79OXXawhO0F6PAj2h9_fCSzES3r4G-YwxEzej56kKpu5EJy2dv5oAHz3TJc8IDioXV3yzvLO3pD7M4YXNQmDBfPyoPq/s320/Family+weekend+003.jpg" border="0" /></a>Big Boy With The MatchBox Cars<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904186977699058509.post-78806854612572669862008-08-28T19:50:00.006-04:002008-08-28T20:08:24.761-04:00Listen Up Ladies...In addition to yesterday's office olympics- it was a soccer practice day. 15 four and five year old girls learning to dribble, pass and swipe. Always entertaining!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239721204252835202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_P-n7Lpvmzt0B8tFox9gzT6zYOxKK2t1YCj3cmn4esJH7srit9VXbQ3xn3Yom7qaT2tujsslvknBbf_ggJEt4WgLhhfoO-oefHsazO84MHybQM3i9l9Ec9RLWQYNRFmQRdNMjSzfrf2Kh/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%232+031.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239722260636744850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBy7b0YQZcuGmIGdZeYIQop9NYJf5LGE6AxMPrC-TXQlgI_cuFWpP959Ryg1FZlbtyI3ZfVFa5TlUYXNZovZ1zaJAHFB3kLE9klqXujpwcED_y0kPhCENDXcj5U7G3QVeG3vWtUkMxkj-/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%232+066.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239724386958604450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJWPyIHJ0AAPbqdmwlWtXRdtCe_fFIoJX8UDd0o0MIKcoOpAvnIGYJ5bdGjL2TXe9zEgfPRKFU3Ji5gVZQdTTEcZopNEVNP_Xsq0UXMN_99Vx0_VohT4wh3BZULMYkGopoWts8uH-35Nt/s320/Jaguars+Practice+%232+083.jpg" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0