<?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-24859312</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:59:54.490-04:00</updated><category term='General Whining'/><category term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category term='Me Update; Meme'/><category term='Blogger Woes'/><title type='text'>Manic Mommy's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of an often manic working mother. My opinions, thoughts and often useless information.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-3206781372858454367</id><published>2007-01-26T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:22:22.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><title type='text'>Who Will Say Yes?</title><content type='html'>So, do you think it will be Callie or Christina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm thinking Callie. I just don't think Christina is ready for that. It would make her human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-3206781372858454367?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/3206781372858454367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=3206781372858454367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/3206781372858454367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/3206781372858454367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-will-say-yes.html' title='Who Will Say Yes?'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-8413757516758202089</id><published>2007-01-25T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:33:33.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Whining'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit of This (and a little bit of that)</title><content type='html'>And not a whole lot of anything. Yep, I have nothing to post about. I've been away for so long and my life is so boring that I have nothing to post about. January sucks. There is so nothing going on. I need some excitement! Anybody have any suggestions? I have the winter bleh's. At least the sun was out today, because seriously, I was about to go insane. It has been cold and rainy for weeks. (Shut it &lt;a href="http://vweir33.blogspot.com/"&gt;V&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.chesneygirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chesney,&lt;/a&gt; I know that 45 isn't cold to you). I need to see the sun in order to maintain my sanity. So, while shortlived, at least today and tomorrow are sunny (and warmer...highs in the mid 50s! woo-hoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my MIL got us a new comforter for Christmas. And here's the thing, I actually LIKE it. Scary huh? I think that is what pisses me off. I like it. Shit, I'm not supposed to like anything she gives me am I? So I finally put it on the bed, and crap it looks good. See, why does that shit piss me off? Wasn't it supposed to be butt ugly and I'd have to return it? I can't believe I actually like it. But I put in on the bed today and I do. Please, don't tell her. She can't know that I like anything she give me! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, so I am boring as shit. I'm tired. I don't feel well (my sister just got over the flu, and I am going to kick her ass if she gave it to me). I am fixin' to go watch me some Dr. McDreamy and then I am off to dreamland. Actually I am watching it in bed and DVR'ing it at the same time, in case the meds I took kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing I was at the beach. Or somewhere warm. And sunny. And I'm not sick. I hate being sick. I'm such a woosy sick person. I'm whiney and annoying (can you tell?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...that's it. I'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-8413757516758202089?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/8413757516758202089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=8413757516758202089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/8413757516758202089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/8413757516758202089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-bit-of-this-and-little-bit-of.html' title='A Little Bit of This (and a little bit of that)'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-4887021581058702250</id><published>2007-01-23T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:17:40.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger Woes'/><title type='text'>Blogger Sucks</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've been back for a day and shit, Blogger STILL SUCKS. I can't leave comments for shit to let you people know I am back...WHAT THE HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please help me....I upgraded to the Google shit and DAMN IT, I cannot get it to let me leave comments anywhere. AGHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, can you help me? Anyone? Hello? Suggestions....PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-4887021581058702250?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/4887021581058702250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=4887021581058702250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/4887021581058702250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/4887021581058702250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogger-sucks.html' title='Blogger Sucks'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-5012655499198052557</id><published>2007-01-23T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T12:33:35.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Update; Meme'/><title type='text'>Guess Whose Back?</title><content type='html'>Did ya miss me? So yeah, I fell off the freaking planet for a while. My life has been CRAZY. There are no other words to discribe it. On the bright side, I GOT A JOB, therefore the husband did not actually have to find a place to hide a body! ha! I'm working for my cousin at her fantastic &lt;a href="http://www.paintatartisticexpressions.com"&gt;pottery studio &lt;/a&gt;and LOVING IT! I have found my true calling. I am having so much fun and I am not pushing paper! Plus it leaves me time to hang with the little one, which is always important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've just been BUSY. We sold our house, therefore I moved, in with my parents until we decide what to do. CRAZY I tell ya! I actually didn't think I would sell my house so, the fact that it sold is AWESOME! But life it has been a zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've missed ya'll. I've been away. I have no idea what anyone is doing. &lt;a href="http://vweir33.blogspot.com"&gt;V&lt;/a&gt;, sweetie, I've gotten your messages, and my mai love (well HELLO Dr. McDreamy!) but hon, yeah, there are no excuses so I'll just stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by Bob, the Bitch is back now and she is ready to post! I'll be checking in with ya'll soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, check out this cool Meme, sorta. I "borrowed" from Ms. Dallas K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="350" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; COLOR: white; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,102,179); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; FONT-SIZE: 14px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center" width="120"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px" height="100" alt="Logo" src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND-: center;font-size:16px;color:white;"  &gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;There are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:red;" &gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;people with my name&lt;br /&gt;in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #0066b3; LINE-HEIGHT: 180%; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How cool is this? See ther are 19,498 other people in the US with my first name, Tania. And I swear I thought I was the only one on the planet! I bet we don't pronounce it the same way! It is the 1318th most popular name (tied with 58 other names) and 99.9% of us are female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my last name, well there are 5639 other people with it, making it the 6244th most popular name (tied with 40 other names).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, peace out for now guys! I'll catch up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-5012655499198052557?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/5012655499198052557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=5012655499198052557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/5012655499198052557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/5012655499198052557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2007/01/guess-whose-back.html' title='Guess Whose Back?'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-116138237121763072</id><published>2006-10-20T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:12:51.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanwhile Back at the Ranch</title><content type='html'>I'm still here. Still unemployed.  Now that I've gotten the green light to go back to work part time, I can't seem to find any part time offerings available.  Seems like they were everywhere when I didn't have to have one. Shit. I hope it comes soon.  I'm starting to feel like the brain has turned to mush.  I'm becoming more and more worthless everyday I go without a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Ladybug returned safely from Disney World and she had a fabulous time.  I'm wondering if she ran into Greta! ha! I've been hearing all about it and am glad that she had such a blast. My only regret is that I didn't get to go with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm trying to make some rounds today to check in with each of ya'll. Damn. I miss blogging every single day! I feel so disconnected from the world! I miss each of you and hope to be back "on" very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-116138237121763072?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/116138237121763072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=116138237121763072' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/116138237121763072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/116138237121763072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/10/meanwhile-back-at-ranch.html' title='Meanwhile Back at the Ranch'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-116007312484180552</id><published>2006-10-05T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:32:17.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>And still unemployed. I think the hubster is looking for places to hide bodies. Namely, my body. What can I say? I am LOVING not working. LOVING it. I'm getting to help out at the Ladybug's new school and meet other SAH mom's and all kinds of other fun stuff. Who knew? I never ever ever thought I would enjoy it this much. The house, it is SPARKLING and I cook every freaking night and man, I am just an all around happier person. Who needs a job? Well, um...yeah that would be me. I have to get one. Walter says so. (such an ASS that one!) BUT...we have agreed that it can be PART TIME! YEEEEHAWWW!!!! I am so freaking excited. It is ultimatly the best of both worlds for me. Now I just have to see what is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, keep thinking of me.....Ladybug leaves tomorrow to go with the inlaws to Disney World for a week. I'm a wreck. I'm not sure I can handle it. Hopefully that PT job will come up soon......like today. Cause man, I am going to go bonkers with NOTHING to do next week. And dammit, I am going to miss my baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-116007312484180552?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/116007312484180552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=116007312484180552' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/116007312484180552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/116007312484180552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/10/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115947585317091622</id><published>2006-09-28T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:37:33.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Checking In</title><content type='html'>To let everyone know that I am still on the planet and that the husband has not killed me for quitting my job.....YET.  Ha! I'm betting that he's getting ready to though.  I have to admit, I am LOVING staying at home and wish there was a way to make it happen full time.  I know there isn't, but I'm contemplating a part time job as opposed to full time. Sure some changes would have to be made (like my dream house having to wait) but I'm starting to think that the reason I wasn't happy before was because I wasn't able to spend enough time with my daughter, so maybe there has got to be a way to work this out.  We're looking at it from all angles and seeing what we can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm on the job hunt.  I've been on about 6 interviews, but so far nada.  I think the interviews are going well, but I don't know.  I mean seriously, it has been quite a while since I've been in the job market and I am not sure what to expect.  I guess I'm just hoping the "perfect" opportunity comes along.  And Walter is hoping that "perfect" opportunity comes along soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for all the love, I finally got internet at the casa and then I broke my mouse cord.  Need to pick up another one soon, I feel so out of touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all and hope to be back online soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115947585317091622?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115947585317091622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115947585317091622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115947585317091622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115947585317091622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-checking-in.html' title='Just Checking In'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115867916923978893</id><published>2006-09-19T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:19:29.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>Well, I no longer have a job.  This is not a good thing actually.  I'm hoping that it will turn into a good thing, in that the thing that I am supposed to be doing in life will come to me.  However, right now, my ex-boss and I agree that my priorities are not what he thinks they should be.  In other words, I don't put my job first.  I was given 2 weeks pay, consider it a two week notice you didn't work out he said, and today was my last morning.  The end. So, here's my dilema.  Where do I go from here? I have to work.  I have to have a job. We cannot afford to live on my husband's salary alone.  For some reason though, I just feel like things are going to work out.  I feel like this is what was supposed to happen and that we are going to be ok.  Is that strange? I'm not as upset about it as I think I ought to be.  I actually have a crazy peace about everything.  I'm guessing that in the end things will work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I probably won't be posting for a bit, as I go out and  pound the pavement, looking for that job that is "me".  Pray for me. Pray for my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115867916923978893?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115867916923978893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115867916923978893' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115867916923978893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115867916923978893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115824484276257253</id><published>2006-09-14T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:48:06.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Party Pics Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Blogger is being a whore again today, so you get the Ladybug's belated birthday party pics in 2 posts. I hate it when it does this shit. Anyway...on to the party pics! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This is her friend H checking out the slide on her new swingset. Their hineys were wet so they flew down the slide. It scared the beejesus out of the Ladybug.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Hunter%20Slide.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Hunter%20Slide.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; How cute are these flops? Her friend J gave them to her &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(his aunt MADE them), &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Aren't they just precious? See the "A" on them? She also got a ponytail holder with the same A.  Precious. I then got her an awesome lunchbox from the same aunt with her name on it.  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Flip%20Flops.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Flip%20Flops.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Here she is checking out the monkey bars on her new swingset with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-i-forgot-to-tell-yall.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soon to be uncle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Scott! She loves the swingset my parents got her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Scott%20&amp;%20Alli.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Scott%20%26%20Alli.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Cool cake huh? A friend of mine made if for us, carrying on the flip flop theme &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and it was delicious.  She made it entirely from SCRATCH.  I did not realize anyone did that anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Cake.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Cake.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; I just love their faces here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Presents.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Presents.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; So, see the next post for the rest of the party pics.  I realize that I am late with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115824484276257253?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115824484276257253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115824484276257253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115824484276257253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115824484276257253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/belated-birthday-party-pics-part-one.html' title='Belated Birthday Party Pics Part One'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115824331912429304</id><published>2006-09-14T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:38:50.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Party Pics Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Here's the Ladybug blowing out the candles on her cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Blowing%20out%20Candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Blowing%20out%20Candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Something was not right, can you tell that by her face? I'm not sure what it was, but she looks so serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wow! Look AN"OTHER Barbie. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which by the way, this particular Barbie has a tatoo on her. When the hell did Barbie get a freaking tatoo. Yeah, that's the message I want to convey to my four year old.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20Barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20Barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Here's the Ladybug with yet another Barbie. This time, I am the guilty party, as this is what her father and I got her for her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20too%20big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20too%20big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I need a little help with this one. It's heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20Presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20Presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So, the Ladybug's birthday party was a huge success. She got lots of cool stuff &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(read more Barbie crap than I know what to do with) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and had a great time. She got a super cool swing set that is now a permanent fixture in her Nana and Papa's backyard. It took Walter and Scott almost a week to get the damn thing put together, but mind you they weren't working on it all day everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Anyway, I cannot believe that my precious little girl is now four. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(what the hell? No one asked me if she could be four already. Surely I would have protested!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sorry it took me so freaking long to get these pictures up, shit I've been busy lately!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;oh, and after a wee bit of a scare on Saturday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(why, why, why do you do this shit to me Bama?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Alabama Crimson Tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is 2-0. Woo-hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115824331912429304?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115824331912429304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115824331912429304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115824331912429304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115824331912429304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/belated-birthday-party-pics-part-deux.html' title='Belated Birthday Party Pics Part Deux'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115809376126057815</id><published>2006-09-12T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:42:41.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! I forgot to tell Ya'll.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That...my sister and her boyfriend got ENGAGED over the weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Scott%20and%20Shan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Scott%20and%20Shan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He is a great guy and I am super happy for her! Congrats ya'll! I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115809376126057815?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115809376126057815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115809376126057815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115809376126057815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115809376126057815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-i-forgot-to-tell-yall.html' title='OMG! I forgot to tell Ya&apos;ll.....'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115807013197725450</id><published>2006-09-12T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:41:30.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Mail Love &amp; Beach Trip Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, yesterday was a somber and quiet day. I chose not to post about anything other than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-remberence.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my tribute&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;so as to keep the day right. I hope that each of you had a moment to reflect on things that happened that day and where we are today. I was shocked to wake up and find out that there had been a terrorist attack on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/14794377/?GT1=8506"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;US &lt;strong&gt;Embassy in Damascus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; this morning. Just a somber reminder of the world we live in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now, on to better and happier things. On Sunday night I went to the Post Office to check our mail box and lookie what I had in there, some mail love from my sweetie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vweir33.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Stuff%20from%20V.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Stuff%20from%20V.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lookie! Candles! Yay! I love candles. And seriously, I wish this was a scratch &amp; sniff blog because they smell HEAVENLY. I've already been burning one. The smell is amazing. And lookie! A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. McDreamy tee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;. I love t-shirts! And check the sweet card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vweir33.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;, you rock honey! Your beach goodies will be heading your way soon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now, on to pictures from our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orangebeach.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; trip with the kiddos this weekend. We had a BLAST! The kids were worn out from all the swimming and playing and we ate like it might have been our last meal EVER. Seafood is just so so so much better at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Flying%20High.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Flying%20High.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This is J and his daddy. I love how I caught him mid throw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Jack%20&amp;%20Alli.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Jack%20%26%20Alli.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Here's J &amp; the Ladybug checking out the boats near the marina where we ate supper on Friday night. Ya'll I had some grilled shrimp here that was FABULOUS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Jack%20&amp;amp;%20Alli%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Jack%20%26%20Alli%202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Saturday morning the weather was not so hot, so thank GAWD that the condo had an indoor pool. Here's J and the Ladybug in their cool goggles (or gaggles and J calls them) playing in the indoor pool. Their daddies had taken the morning off and were out playing golf, so thank goodness for the indoor pool or KT and I would have been going crazy trying to find a way to entertain these two! By lunchtime though, the sun was out and things were looking up (and their daddies were back from their golf outing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Campbell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Campbell.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This is sweet little C. The water was a little chilly for him Saturday afternoon so he hung with his mom and I. He is such a sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;%20Jack%20Lulu"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Jack%20Lulu%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Here's J and the Ladybug playing in the sand at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulusathomeport.com/main/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lulu's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; which is owned by Jimmy Buffett's sister Lucy. The atmosphere at this place is amazing! They have a little band and a great beach area for the kiddies to play in while you are waiting to be seated, because it is ALWAYS crowded. We got there at 10:45 (they don't open til 11:00) and still had to wait. We ate here before heading home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;%20Daddy.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Daddy.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Ladybug and her daddy playing in the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Feeding%20the%20Fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Feeding%20the%20Fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Feeding the fish by where we ate dinner. They had these little things EVERYWHERE at the marina where you could pay a quarter and get some fish food. The kids loved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So I guess that was my last beach trip for the year. I'm always sad when I come home from the beach because I love it so much. I always forget that people actually live and work there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, what about ya'll? How was your weekend?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115807013197725450?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115807013197725450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115807013197725450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115807013197725450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115807013197725450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-mail-love-beach-trip-pictures.html' title='Some Mail Love &amp; Beach Trip Pictures!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115798151068633773</id><published>2006-09-11T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T09:32:51.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Remberence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/9%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/9%2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have joined forces with other bloggers to remember the tragedy of September 11, 2001 by paying tribute to each person that lost their life on that fateful day five years ago. I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;David LaForge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/laforge_david_ff_lad020[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/laforge_david_ff_lad020%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;David was 50 years old and was a member of the New York Fire Department. He was confirmed dead either in or at the World Trade Center. A member of Ladder Company 20 on Lafayette Street in Manhattan, he drove the front of the ladder truck for his Company. He was survived by his mother and father, Ethel &amp;amp; James LaForge as well as a sister Jane and a cousin Dr. Robert Malokie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He is described as a "quiet fireman with a thick mustache" who was living a childhood dream to be a firefighter, starting as a youngster peddling a miniature fire engine across his family's home in Staten Island. A job with North American Van Lines followed where he traveled the country driving a big rig. He joined the department 24 years prior to September 11 and was the "chauffeur" for the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;His sister, Jane A. Schewerd said that he "liked to go fast" adding that his off duty choice of transportation was a Pontiac Firebird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;David was 50 years old when he died trying to save others in the September 11, 2001 terrorist attack on our country. He was forever helping neighbors. His sister said that he was "the one everyone called upon. And he always answered the call".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I want to take a minute to add that I hope this country never forgets the way we all felt that day. I remember I was driving to work when I heard the news. I got to work just in time to see the second plane crash into the World Trade Center. I remember feeling sick, knowing that this was a purposeful attack on our country. Though I was not yet a parent, I remember thinking "what kind of world will my child grow up in?". I remember the quietness of work that day. The phones rarely rang and we stayed glued to the television set. I remember coming home and sitting on the back porch of my house with my head in my husband's lap looking up at the sky. On a normal night you can see the blink of several airplanes crisscrossing the night sky above our house. That night there were none. It was an eerie sight and feeling. I remember hearing the stories of those who had lost loved ones and those who were still searching for loved ones amongst the rubble at the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. I remember how helpless I felt. I tried to grasp the reality of the situation. The reality that the world we lived in changed that day. Though I live in Alabama, which is far removed from New York City, Washington DC and Shanksville, Pennsylvania, I was affected greatly by this tragedy. I knew no one personally who was killed or injured in the attacks, yet I know several who have been deployed to fight for our freedom since September 11. Our world changed forever that day. Think back to the life we had before then. The words we'd never heard of: Homeland Security, the Terror Alert Level, did we really know where Afghanistan and Iraq were? We are now a Country at war. I pray that this county never forgets those that gave their lives that day. But we must also remember the heroism of the fire fighters and the lives that they saved that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, what about you? What are your feelings as we look back five years later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115798151068633773?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115798151068633773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115798151068633773' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115798151068633773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115798151068633773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-remberence.html' title='In Remberence'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115766213912100154</id><published>2006-09-07T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:48:59.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Outta Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yep, in a matter of hours &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(as in I have 1 more hour left in hell, ahem work, and then I am heading to grab the little one and then grab her daddy and we are off) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am heading back to the beach for one last summer fling.  In case ya'll can't tell....I.LOVE.THE.BEACH.  So, tomororw while you slave away in hell, ahem your job, think about me.  Cause I will be here.  Enjoying the sand and the surf. Drinking an adult beverage. Basically, I will be worthless.  And all the while GETTING PAID to enjoy this shit.  We'll be home on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/My%20View.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/My%20View.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come on. Admit it. You are all jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Later bitches. I'll send you some sand. And have a drink for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115766213912100154?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115766213912100154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115766213912100154' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115766213912100154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115766213912100154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-outta-here.html' title='I&apos;m Outta Here'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115757556887185112</id><published>2006-09-06T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:46:08.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/goodinbed[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/goodinbed%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Yeah, I still have not caught up on my sleep so I am still damn tired.  I've sucked at blogging lately, because......well.......I guess I just suck.  I really don't have any other excuse.  I hope to return to a  "normal" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(whatever the hell normal is) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;schedule soon.  Once we get back from the beach I'll get into my groove again.  The past couple of weeks have just been crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I do have one question for ya'll.  The Ladybug's school is closed on Monday for 1st mid term (they use a 9 week schedule) progress reports.  Due to the massive amount of work I missed with the Grams, and because I am off on Friday, I really can't take Monday off.  Neither can the hubs.  So, I got this girl that goes to the same school to come watch her ALL day for us on Monday. At our house.  My question? I've never had to pay a babysitter.  So what's the going rate for them these days? She'll be with her like 9 hours.  How much should I pay her? This chick has potential to be a great sitter, so I don't want to screw up and under pay her, but I don't want to over pay her either, therefore her expecting to be paid so handsomly everytime she were to watch the Ladybug.  So what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and yes, I swear one day soon to post Birthday party pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh, and did ya'll know that the new milkshakes from Chick Fil A are orgasmic? Who needs sex? Just give me chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115757556887185112?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115757556887185112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115757556887185112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115757556887185112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115757556887185112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115746473865377249</id><published>2006-09-05T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:58:58.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One.Busy.Weekend.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*otherwise titled...I.AM.EXHAUSTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, this was a very very very busy weekend for me.  Labor Day BBQ and Bama Football and the Ladybug turned 4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(damn, my baby is 4? WTF?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, so the Tide didn't exactly "roll" this weekend, but a win is a win no matter how ugly it looked on the field.  I'll take it.  And the Tide is 1-0.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what Bryant Denny looks like on Game Day.  A sea of crimson &amp; white.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Tide%20Wins%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Tide%20Wins%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bama players celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Tide%20Wins%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Tide%20Wins%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bama's new QB, John Parker Wilson gets ready to pass.  His debut as a starter had moments of greatness.  I only expect good things from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Tide%20Wins%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Tide%20Wins%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Saturday was good.  The Tide won.  Sunday and Monday were, well, BUSY.  I got about 10 hours of sleep between Saturday night and Sunday night.  Last night, I was crashed out at 7:30.  My feet hurt from being on them all weekend doing BBQ stuff.  I'd have pictures if I hadn't of left my cord at home.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(all pictures above, courtesy of the Montgomery Advertiser.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  It was a lot of hard work, but it was fun.  Before expenses we raised $25,000.00.  We'll end up making about $18,000.00 that we can turn around into the community.  It was a HUGE success.  We were out of EVERYTHING (meat, stew, EVERYTHING) by 1:00 yesterday.  We had a HUGE turnout.  We have never run out of food that early.  I worked my rear end off, but love doing things to help others.  This was however officially my last BBQ.  Joining the League is a 5 year committment, and October marks the end of my 5 years.  I will continue to support them, just in a less active roll.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I've still got Ladybug b'day party pics to post and I'll get to them.  We are heading to the beach on Thursday with the H's and their kids.  Should be fun.  I'm just looking forward to a little R &amp; R. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope all ya'll had a great and safe Labor Day Holiday.  If it is the "unofficial" end of summer, I sure wish the fall temperaturs would arrive soon! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeah, sure....it's Alabama....we won't see fall until at least October!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try to get around and catch up with each of you soon......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115746473865377249?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115746473865377249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115746473865377249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115746473865377249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115746473865377249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/onebusyweekend.html' title='One.Busy.Weekend.*'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115712475487501003</id><published>2006-09-01T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:32:34.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You got it.  One more day until the offical start of college football season, namely the Alabama Crimson Tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One more day until this stadium is filled to capacity with red.  Roll Tide Roll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Bama%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/400/Bama%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One more day until the Bama boys take the field in their crimson and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Bama%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/400/Bama%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Just for good measure, the greatest coach to ever coach a ballgame.  That would be Bear Bryant.  If you live in Alabama, you know who he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Bama%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/400/Bama%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I am so excited.  Football season is here! I loves me some college football and I cannot wait to see the Tide.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, happy Friday, happy Labor Day weekend and of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROLL TIDE ROLL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115712475487501003?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115712475487501003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115712475487501003' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115712475487501003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115712475487501003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115703015357638876</id><published>2006-08-31T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:15:53.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah, that is what I am.  I belong to an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prattvilleserviceleague.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;organization&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; here where I live and our biggest fundraiser each year is a Labor Day BBQ, so I've been swamped this week trying to get a TON of stuff done for the upcoming weekend.  Stuff I should have done before now, but with my grandmother's illness and death, I really haven't thought much about.  So, if you are wondering where I am, then that is where. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I promise to have pics up of the Ladybug's birthday party next week.  And also of her cheering debut tomorrow night.  She is so so so precious in her little uniform.  So look for some great pictures NEXT week.  This week, I just don't have the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll see you all on Tuesday if not before.  Hope everyone has a great and safe Labor Day weekend!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115703015357638876?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115703015357638876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115703015357638876' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115703015357638876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115703015357638876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115686021162259580</id><published>2006-08-29T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:03:31.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>A heartfelt thanks to each of you for your kind words and thoughts and prayers during my grandmothers illness and death.  I *heart* each of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing better, I am honestly just so glad that she is finally at peace and is no longer suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went ahead with the Ladybug's b'day party this weekend, so I'll have pics up from that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you so much.  You have no idea how much it meant to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115686021162259580?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115686021162259580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115686021162259580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115686021162259580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115686021162259580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115656691310247282</id><published>2006-08-26T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:35:13.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We lost my grandmother at 7:56 pm tonight.  She went peacefully. I think the funeral will be on Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thanks to all of you for the love you have shown me this week.  It has meant so much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115656691310247282?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115656691310247282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115656691310247282' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115656691310247282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115656691310247282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115642969337367893</id><published>2006-08-24T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:28:13.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to talk about it</title><content type='html'>My grammy is still, for some reason, hanging on.  The stress of it all is really starting to take it's toll.  And the hubster is out of town tonight and tomorrow.  I need some sleep.  I don't know when I am going to get it.  The Hospice nurse can't believe that she is still here.  Hell, we can't believe she is still here.  At this point I am praying for God to just take her.  I cannot bear to see her the way she is, suffering, for much longer.  Anyway, that's it. That's why I've been MIA.  And really, I just don't want to talk about it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115642969337367893?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115642969337367893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115642969337367893' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115642969337367893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115642969337367893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-want-to-talk-about-it.html' title='I don&apos;t want to talk about it'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115625379719044874</id><published>2006-08-22T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:36:37.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll give you all the good news first.  I had an absolute BLAST at the &lt;a href="http://www.kennychesney.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kenny Chesney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/fridayfridayfriday.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;concert on Friday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The man was looking absolutely FABULOUS and he puts on an AWESOME show.  You were so right &lt;a href="http://www.chesneygirl.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chesney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, hanging in the Sandbar was great! We had a blast.  I bet I took over 100 photos, but these are all Blogger has decided that ya'll can see. Don't hate me, hate the whore blogger.  Anyway...on with the pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For &lt;a href="http://vweir33.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, here's your picture of Dierks Bentley.  He was amazing as well.  He looked pretty damn good too. Sorry for the photo quality, you know sometimes my little "point and click" digital camera sucks.  I did however put the camera of my dreams (well right now anyway) on layaway last week.  She'll be mine soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Dierks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Dierks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is actually at the end of the show, but Blogger sucks and loaded it here. Yeah, the Tennessee cup went over really BIG in Alabama.  Roll Tide Kenny, Roll Tide.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he heard A LOT of that when he brought out the Big Orange cup.  I hate the Big Orange.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Kenny%203.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Kenny%203.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Kenny's ASS.  You know I had to get a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Kenny%201.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Kenny%201.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;See, how freaking hot is he?  Man, I was in heaven.  He TOUCHED MY HAND and signed my t-shirt.  I seriously almost SHIT myself.  Thanks for the tip on bringing something for him to sign &lt;a href="http://www.chesneygirl.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chesney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Kenny%202.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Kenny%202.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was an AMAZING time.  And given all the shit that has been going on with me lately a much needed night out.  Big thanks to my sweetie K for driving my drunk ass home.  Beer+Kenny=a great night for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On to other news &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the bad news)&lt;/em&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The hospice nurse gave us a timeline of 3-5 days on my grandmother yesterday.  At this point, I just don't want to see her suffer as she is anymore.  Again, thanks ya'll for the love you've sent my way.  My IRL and Blogger friends have been such a blessing to me these past few weeks.  It is amazing the strength that you can gather from others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115625379719044874?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115625379719044874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115625379719044874' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115625379719044874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115625379719044874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow_22.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115591124163385101</id><published>2006-08-18T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:31:07.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday...Friday....FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(BLOGGER is a whore and will not let me load photos....so you will not get to see photos of the HOTNESS* that I am going to see in like 5 hours.....jealous yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chesneygirl.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chesney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because I am going to see said HOTNESS*, I am much to excited to focus on a post or work or anything other than the fact that I am going to be soooo fucking close to HOTNESS* tonight. I'll be in the sandbar, because I am a lucky ass bitch and I won freaking tickets from the radio station here. I totally rock. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(actually I have never won shit before this, but if I had to pick a time to win, well then shit, this would be it) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am "borrowing" this from &lt;a href="http://vweir33.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I also have just given her cart blanche with my blog, so somehow I'm thinking I will come back to a different look around here......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your Rock Star name (first pet &amp;amp; current street name): Lucy Dutchbend &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(shit, that sucks ass...not gonna make it as a rock star!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Movie Star name (grandfather / grandmother on your mom's side, your favorite candy): Frances Hershey &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(now that may have some staying power...sorta like a Grace Kelly or Greta Garbo or Marilyn Monroe don't ya think?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your Fly Girl / Fly Guy Name (first intial of first name, first two or three letters of your middle name): S-Tan &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what the? yeah, totally fly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Detective Name (favorite color, favorite animal): Purple Panda &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ha! operation Purple Panda is in effect....yeah, very sneaky huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Soap Opera Name (middle name, city where you were born): &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ok, I go by my middle name so I'm bending the rules here and going with my first name instead) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sharon Montgomery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(watch out Days of Our Lives...I'm on my way!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Star Wars Name (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of your mom's maiden name and first 3 letters of the town you grew up in): MIDDSHDAPRA &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what the?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Superhero Name (your favorite color, favorite drink): Purple Margarita &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's a bird, it's a plane, it's.......Purple Margarita?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the need, please play along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone.....I'm off to see some hotness*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;duh...Kenny Chesney...tonight...BJCC.....Sandbar tickets.....OMG......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115591124163385101?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115591124163385101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115591124163385101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115591124163385101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115591124163385101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/fridayfridayfriday.html' title='Friday...Friday....FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115582535962564534</id><published>2006-08-17T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:35:59.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/T13_BeachUmbrella[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/T13_BeachUmbrella%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Since everyone is wrapping up their summers and school is getting back in session and all the "fall" activities are kicking into high gear &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(football season begins in.....17 days!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've decided to do this week's Thursday Thirteen on places I would like to go on vacation. These are of course, if money was no object and I could stay there....and spend money and experience everything. Hence, this is my fantasy vacation list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Greece-I want to go here and see all the Greek ruins and go to Athens. I would have loved to have gone when the Olympics were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Hawaii-I'd like to spend at least 2 weeks laying on a beach here. And touring volcanoes and going to luaus and drinking umbrella drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Paris-the City of Lights. The most romantic city on earth. I want to tour all the museums and visit the Eiffel Tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. New York City-I've actually been here, but only for a weekend. And if money were no object I would want to go and shop and shop and shop. I've seen the Statue of Liberty and have visited the World Trade Center before September 11, 2001. I would like to see it now. To see how things have changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Beverly Hills-namely Rodeo Drive. Again to shop. And to star stalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Switzerland-I love to snow ski &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(though I am not very good at it) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and would love to ski in the Alps. And eat Swiss Chocolate. And have money in a Swiss bank account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Miami-with money. To lay on the beach and go club hopping at night. I'd have to stay in a mansion and have a nice boat. And rent a nice car. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see money has to be NO object.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. The French Riveria-to party with all the beautiful, rich people. And to see what all the fuss is about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. London-There is something about it that makes me want to go visit there. I'm not sure what as it appears that it rains there A LOT and I don't really like rain, but maybe it's all the history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Australia-and this is not so that I can see the Wiggles. I want to go here for at least a month so that I can visit all aspects of the country. The city and the outback. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. Jerusalem-without the war. I want to walk the streets where Jesus once stood. There is so much rich history here for believers, how can you not want to go there and see it for yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. Aspen, Colorado-I've been to Colorado before, but I would like to be able to be a ski bum here for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. Cozumel, Mexico-the only one on my list that has any ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pe of coming true anytime in the near future. We are actually going here next year &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(already made the first payment on the trip!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and here I will spend an absurd amount of time laying by the pool drinking umbrella drinks and basically just being lazy. This will be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, did ya play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen Code Here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View more Thursday Thirteen participants here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115582535962564534?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115582535962564534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115582535962564534' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115582535962564534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115582535962564534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen-3.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #3'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115576272686022568</id><published>2006-08-16T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:12:06.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;From&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chesneygirl.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chesney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2006 Summer Anthem Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/hips.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/songs/hipsdontlie.php"&gt;Hips Don't Lie by Shakira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm on tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my hips don't lie&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to feel it's right&lt;br /&gt;All the attraction, the tension&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see baby, this is perfection"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/"&gt;What's Your 2006 Summer Anthem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lookie Chesney..we have the same one!  I so love this song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So, what was yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115576272686022568?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115576272686022568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115576272686022568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115576272686022568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115576272686022568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-anthem.html' title='Summer Anthem'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115573749994928748</id><published>2006-08-16T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:15:43.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>W.O.W.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Waste of Space Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Borrowing again from &lt;a href="http://www.dallasks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....I give you another Waste of Space Wednesday. This week's recipient is the Montgomery County Public School system. They have lost not one, but two students this week as they got on buses to be taken home. One child was missing for over 2 hours. See that story &lt;a href="http://www.wsfa.com/Global/story.asp?S=5285753"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. There was not link to the other story, but both were on the news last night. How the HELL do you lose a child on a bus? As a parent, I would be going apeshit. Holy.Hell. Can you imagine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My dad's cataract surgery went well yesterday. He says he can already see tons better and is constantly reading everything in sight as he has been having vision troubles for quite some time. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Because of Dad's cataract surgery yesterday I bowled for him in their league with my mom. We've taken the summer off from bowling but will return again next week for the winter. However, and this will mean nothing to you if you don't bowl, I picked up the 6,7,10 split last night. HOLY.SHIT. That would be the pin in the far left corner and the two pins in the far right corner. I bowl this shit often. I have never picked it up, until last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No change on my Grammy. We all agree that she is waiting on my aunt to be here on Friday. She asked yesterday 3 times while I was there (and it was a short visit) if it was Friday yet. Keep her in your prayers. And thanks so so much for all the kind words...I *heart* each of you. HUGE HUGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh, and a couple of people have asked about the &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/help-wanted-creativity-must.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ladybug's b'day party invites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My mom actually came up with the saying so I guess she gets the goody bag.  They turned out really cute.  I'll have to take a pic and show them to you all, because all we have a work is a B &amp; W scanner.  Ya'll did have some good ideas though! Thanks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~Happy Wednesday!~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115573749994928748?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115573749994928748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115573749994928748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115573749994928748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115573749994928748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow.html' title='W.O.W.*'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115565443234323302</id><published>2006-08-15T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:07:14.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I.AM.EXCITED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And this is why..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/AL%20Practice%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/AL%20Practice%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/AL%20Practice%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/AL%20Practice%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/AL%20Practice%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/AL%20Practice%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Those are pictures of the &lt;a href="http://www.rolltide.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alabama Crimson Tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taking the field for fall practice. WOW! Football season begins in 19 days. In Alabama, you are either an Auburn fan or you are an Alabama Fan. Obviously, I am an Alabama fan. I am however, married to an Auburn fan, which is a HUGE thing in Alabama. We have rules though. For starters, we NEVER watch the Alabama / Auburn game together. EVER. We might kill each other. Secondly, the winner is allowed only one smart ass comment after the game. Then we put it behind us. &lt;em&gt;(well, given that Auburn, eww, has one the last 4 times in a row, it is not completely behind me, because well Bama better kick some ass this year.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alabama football is in my blood. I was raised an Alabama fan. And since my poor father had no boys to install his love of Alabama Football on, my sister and I got this instead. Not only do I love it, but I know it. I follow them year round. Scouting, recruiting, spring practice, fall practice, season, polls, National Championships....I KNOW Alabama Football. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love football. I love fall. There is something about this time of year that just makes me excited. I do wish that it would cool off a bit, it's hard to be excited about all the awesome fall stuff when it is still 95 outside, but I'm getting there. 19 days until kickoff time with Hawaii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ROLL TIDE ROLL!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*oh and Alabama's&lt;a href="http://www.mikeshula.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Head coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is pretty good looking too......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115565443234323302?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115565443234323302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115565443234323302' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115565443234323302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115565443234323302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/iamexcited.html' title='I.AM.EXCITED!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115556673462624120</id><published>2006-08-14T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:45:34.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy Update</title><content type='html'>It will not be long now until my grandmother passes away.  We went over there yesterday and it kills me to see her this way. She is so helpless and dependant on others and that is not the way she ever lived. She is the most fiercly independent woman I know.  It pains me to see her have to rely on someone to help her do everything.  She spends most of her time in her bed, and hospice is coming today to deliver her hospital bed.  It really won't be long, and I have, after sitting with her yesterday accepted that fact.  She told me she loved me and that she was ready to go be with her family in heaven.  My selfishness is gone.  I don't want to see her this way anymore.  I do hope that she will hang on long enough to see her other daughter (who lives in Missouri and will be here on Friday).  I've come to peace with her passing.  It doesn't make it any easier and it doesn't make me any less sad, but after seeing her yesterday I know that she is ready.  Please remember to keep my family in your prayers.  I'll update you all again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone had a wonderful weekend.....ours was rather uneventful.  Have a great Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115556673462624120?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115556673462624120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115556673462624120' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115556673462624120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115556673462624120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/grammy-update.html' title='Grammy Update'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115530349611755799</id><published>2006-08-11T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:38:16.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much to Blog About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't have much to blog about today.  I wish I did, because then this would not be such a boring ass post.  You could probably stop reading right now and not miss much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Let's see........did I tell ya'll that the Ladybug is going to be a termite cheerleader at her new school? We got the uniform yesterday, thank GAWD for used ones......it cost 1/2 as much, and ya'll she is precious! I'll get a pic up soon.  She's thrilled about this activity, though I'm not sure she really knows what a "cheerleader" is supposed to do. She runs around and says "Go! Go! Go!" a lot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She's also doing dance again this year, starting in a couple of weeks.  Thank GAWD for my mom who is helping me out with this.  Last year the dance studio ran a bus to her daycare to pick them up.  They still run that bus there, but don't run one to her new school, too far out or something along those lines, so my mom is going to go pick her up every Tuesday and deposit her at dance for me.  If my mom couldn't do this, then the Ladybug would not be able to take dance this year, and because of the wonderful time she had last year, I'm glad that it didn't come to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Shit, did anyone else see Big Brother last night? Did you know that Erica had her HOH revoked? And now Janelle is HOH? I hate Janelle.  She needs to go.  Guess it won't be this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;See, sorry this is the shittiest post ever.  I shouldn't have wasted your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Have a great weekend&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115530349611755799?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115530349611755799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115530349611755799' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115530349611755799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115530349611755799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/nothing-much-to-blog-about.html' title='Nothing Much to Blog About'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115521742036355976</id><published>2006-08-10T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:45:00.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*once again, stupid Blogger will not let me upload a cutsie Thursday Thirteen picture here....CRAP!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's time for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday Thirteen&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;again! In keeping with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last week's theme&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;here, today I give you thirteen television shows that I love to watch. Some of these are now only seen in reruns or on my DVD player, but they are still awesome and I still love them!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-I cannot wait for September to see who Meredith chooses.....I love this show. I'm not normally a big "medical show" person, but the drama outside of the OR pulled me in on this one!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/entourage/?ntrack_para1=leftnav_category0_show3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entourage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-When Sex and the City said bye bye to HBO, I wondered what I was going to do on Sunday nights. This took it's place. 1 movie star and his band of friends along for the ride. And duh, Adrian Grenier is so freaking hot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/city/?ntrack_para1=leftnav_category0_show13"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-I now own all seasons on DVD. I love this show. I watch it on DVD when there is nothing good on TV, and I usually end up watching reruns on Wednesday nights on TBS. I always thought they had such cool lives, 4 single women in NYC without real jobs &lt;em&gt;(ok, so Miranda was an attorney, but did you ever see her really WORK?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/bigbrother7/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-this is my summer guilty pleasure. I can't wait to see if it's Kaysar or James getting the boot tonight. And the evil Dr. Will has them all fooled, he's gonna win again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Friends-another show in which I have all the DVD's, minus season 4 &lt;em&gt;(so if you need a gift idea for me...) &lt;/em&gt;I love this show. You can see it still just about everyday on at least 3 channels in reruns, but I was sad when it ended, though I think they wrapped it all up in a neat little bow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.oprah.com/index.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oprah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-I use my DVR everyday to record her shows when they are new. I just love her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extreme Makeover, Home Edition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-I cannot watch these shows without crying at least once during the episode. The transformations are amazing and the families are so deserving. Plus, Ty Pennington.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/numb3rs/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numbers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-I didn't think I would like this show, because well it is about MATH, and well, I hate MATH, but I love it. I love how they take mathematical principals and apply them to help the FBI catch criminals. Yeah, sometimes the stuff flies over my head &lt;em&gt;(and annoys the hubby because he has to explain it to me) &lt;/em&gt;but it it is still an awesome show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soapnet.go.com/shows/90210/episodes/1991/bh1991_044.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beverly Hills 90210&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-I know, cheesy. But how can you not love this show? In what other high school would the nerd (Andrea) and the homecoming queen (Kelly) hang out together? I really like the later episodes (college and beyond) and wonder how many times Kelly had a drug addiction problem? And to end it all with David and Donna married? Perfecto!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/csi/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CSI: Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(the original baby)&lt;/em&gt;-Don't you wish all heinous crimes were solved so quickly? One hour and the guy is toast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-I love to watch from the horrible auditions &lt;em&gt;(seriously, do those people really think they can sing?) &lt;/em&gt;to the end &lt;em&gt;(Soul Patrol! Soul Patrol!)&lt;/em&gt; and everything in between. I'm also a dork and I vote.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Las_Vegas/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-really, only so I can watch Josh Duhamel on screen for 1 hour each week. The shows pretty good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/?ntrack_para1=leftnav_category0_show0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sopranos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-Another HBO goodie. Plus there is something strangely appealing about Tony. Is it the money? The power? Who knows.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View more Thursday Thirteen participants!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115521742036355976?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115521742036355976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115521742036355976' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115521742036355976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115521742036355976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen-2.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #2!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115512948168773623</id><published>2006-08-09T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T10:02:14.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP WANTED. CREATIVITY A MUST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok Bloggers....I need your help. The Ladybug's 4th birthday is coming up soon and I am trying to finish up the preperations for her party. I've gotten everything in order, cake ordered, party favors done.......my problem? I can't for the life of me come up with anything cutsie to put on her invitations. I ordered the invitations and they are precious. They have flip flops on them. I've done a whole flip flop theme for the party which will be held in my mom's backyard and will have blow up pools, sprinklers and water balloons. I cannot though come up with a cutsie little saying to invite people to the party. I need help. BADLY. So, I'm asking ya'll to help. If you come up with something awesome for the party (and I need the info ASAP as the invites need to go out NLT Monday).....I will send you your very own flip flop goodie bag.....so ladies, put your creativity hats on and help me. Reward offered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*leave your suggestions in comments or email me directly at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bamagal316@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bamagal316@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;. If I choose your idea (and believe me, since I can't come up with anything on my own, I'm gonna choose one of yours I hope) I will email you and send you a loverly flip flop filled prize basket, in keeping with the theme of Ladybug's party.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ed to add: I have all the activities taken care of, and I have the actual card stock invitations.  What I need is help coming up with a cute phrase to go on the invitations...you know a fancier (cuter) way of saying "please come to my party, such and such date, such and such time, at such and such place".  I know you creative geniuses out there can come up with SOMETHING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115512948168773623?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115512948168773623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115512948168773623' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115512948168773623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115512948168773623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/help-wanted-creativity-must.html' title='HELP WANTED. CREATIVITY A MUST.'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115504310388861393</id><published>2006-08-08T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T09:25:21.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, the Ladybug and I both survived her first day at preschool. She had a blast! She talked non stop last night about all the fun she had and how much she loved her new school. Her teacher told me that it was one of the best first days of school she had ever had, that the class just "gelled" well together. There are 8 kids in her class (OMG...I LOVE this) and get this, there are 7 girls and one poor little boy! Her teacher did tell me that she thought they were going to get a new student, and that it would be a boy. The cap on the class is 10 though. So they can only get 2 more students. How nice is that? You know what else I love about this school (besides the fact that it is like right at 300 students TOTAL in K3-12)? I love that they start each day with the Pledge of Allegiance, being sure to remember the "Under GOD" part and also have a bible verse that they learn each week, because they start each day with a devotion. I am a firm believer that more prayer in schools is the best thing for our children. Hence, one of several reasons why the hubster and I decided to pay for our child's education, rather than take advantage of the free public school system. I have several friends t hat teach in the school system here, and I know that our area has an excellent public school system. But sometimes, you get what you pay for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(stepping off of my soap box now) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;here are the pics from the Ladybug's first day of preschool........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here is the Ladybug and "C", who was also in her class at daycare. I love that they each had a buddy to make the transition easier on each of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;%20Camille%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Camille%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here's the Ladybug, "C" &amp; "H" and their teacher Mrs. C. Don't they all look happy? (well, maybe not H so much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/With%20the%20teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/With%20the%20teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Alli and C again, Alli really like the stethoscope, could a medical degree be in her future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;%20Camille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Camille.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; The Ladybug and C again....they are so so cute together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;%20Camille%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Camille%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And here's the Ladybug and C reading....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;%20Camille%20reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Camille%20reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All in all it was a great first day! She got a smiley face on her behavior calendar! We got a lot of information that I need to sort through and lots of things to sign up for. One of the joys of a private school is that if it gets done there then the parents do it. You have to jump right in with both feet, but this is just right up my alley! I love being involved in things, I even signed up to be a room mother. Go me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115504310388861393?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115504310388861393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115504310388861393' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115504310388861393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115504310388861393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='The First Day of School!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115497694557342119</id><published>2006-08-07T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:55:45.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Big Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today the Ladybug officially started preschool. Yeah, she's gone to daycare since she was 8 weeks old, but today I took her to the school where she will eventually graduate from high school. She of course, was FINE. I on the other hand, was a complete basket case. I kept it together for her, but I had to have a moment before driving off to work. How can my precious baby girl actually be big enough to be going to big school? I'm thrilled that we decided to go ahead and let her start 3K here and that some of the kids in her class will be with her in 20 years when they graduate from high school, but OMG...my baby is at school. I am counting the minutes (it's 162 minutes, just in case you were wondering) until it is time to leave here and pick her up, I am so excited to hear about her first day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What about ya'll? Did you have the same feelings when you took your kids to school that first day? I know that all of this is perfectly normal, but hey, what can I say, I need the reassurance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(160 minutes! Yippie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115497694557342119?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115497694557342119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115497694557342119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115497694557342119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115497694557342119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/mommys-big-girl.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Big Girl'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115470279445153833</id><published>2006-08-04T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:11:55.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wiggle Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ok, so last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-ready-to-wiggle.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, I took the Ladybug to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewiggles.com.au/index2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wiggles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; in Birmingham. I really should have done this post sooner, but I honestly have not had the time, and somehow it was much easier to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/bleh.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gripe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; this week...anyway, we had an AWESOME time. Our seats were front row center. You could not have had a better seat in the house. Big props to my SIL for coming through with the tickets at the last minute. Anyway...on to the trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is the Ladybug in the car on the way up. She's checking out the red rose we bought for Dorothy the Dinosaur &lt;em&gt;(you see, red roses are Dorothy's favorite&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20Flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Alli and I waiting for the show to begin...big thanks to the man I did not know sitting beside us with his family who took our picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20&amp;%20Alli.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Me%20%26%20Alli.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Toot Toot Chugga Chugga! Here come The Wiggles&lt;em&gt;......(I am zoomed in on this pic...be seriously as the Ladybug said "The Wiggles are RIGHT THERE Mommy!")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Wiggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Wiggles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Sorry for the blurriness of this pic....time to wake up Jeff AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Greg%20&amp;%20Jeff%20Sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Greg%20%26%20Jeff%20Sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wake Up Jeff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Wake%20Up%20Jeff!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Wake%20Up%20Jeff%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Dorothy the Dinosaur.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Dorothy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Dorothy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Alli giving Dorothy her red rose, and telling Anthony Wiggle her name so that he then said "Hello Alli". She was so excited! The Wiggles said her name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20Dorothy%20Flowers.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20Dorothy%20Flowers.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Are these some wacked out looking fish or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Fisth.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Fisth.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Swim like a fish, swim like a fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Swim%20Like%20A%20Fish.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Swim%20Like%20A%20Fish.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We had so much fun! Alli was way impressed! She was on the big screen like 3 times! How cool is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On a side not, how could you people have never heard of the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;? Seriously, go rent it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Ladybug starts real preschool on Monday. Today is her last day at the daycare she has gone to since she was 8 weeks old. I'm so not sure I am ready for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My grandmother has been put in the hospital. Please keep her and my family in your prayers. Your kind words throughout this whole thing have meant so so much to me! I *heart* you all!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115470279445153833?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115470279445153833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115470279445153833' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115470279445153833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115470279445153833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-wiggle-time.html' title='It&apos;s Wiggle Time!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115461798440531710</id><published>2006-08-03T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T11:36:30.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;(I tried loading one of the cutsie little Thursday Thirteen logos here, but Blogger sucks and it wouldn't load.....crap!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, so this week after reading several the blogs of several Thursday Thirteen participants, I've finally decided to join the fun. So what to do for that very first all important Thursday Thirteen? Why a list of Manic Mommy's Top 13 movies that I could watch over and over and over again. Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. The Notebook-I loved the book and I loved the movie. The hubster (who occasionally can be romantic) gave it to me for Valentine's Day this year. He has however, never actually watched the entire movie with me. Neverthemind. It is the best movie ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Shag-If you have never seen this movie, then you are missing out. It's the story of 4 girls who just graduated from high school who head to Myrtle Beach for one last fling before they head to college and one of them gets married. It's a story of friendship and love. I love this movie, plus the guy who plays Buzz is hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. The American President-Everytime this movie is on regular TV I have to watch it. I own the DVD but I swear there is just something about it. "My name is Andrew Sheppard and I AM the President".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Walk the Line-I am a huge Reese Witherspoon fan, and her portrayal of June Carter Cash is so awesome. Hello, she didn't win an Oscar for nothin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Sling Blade-Not real sure why I love this movie, but I do. Must be the frenched fried potaters with mustard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Finding Nemo-Well see I have this 3 year old that lives in my house, and this happens to be her favorite movie as well. I could watch this movie over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days-Well for starters Mr. Matthew is in this movie, but besides the obvious, this is just an awesome "Chick Flick". I love it. Kate Hudson is so hilarious in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Sweet Home Alabama-as previously mentioned I am a huge Reese Witherspoon fan. And Dr. McDreamy is in it. And they don't have any clue what life in rural Alabama is really like &lt;em&gt;(well I mean there are some people who are actually like her father &amp; mother, but most of us are not quite that "southern")&lt;/em&gt;. It's fun to laugh at the stereotypes they come up with for people from Alabama. Seriously, we aren't all that dumb! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. Legally Blonde-Reese again. And while I like (and own) both of the Legally Blonde movies, the first one is my favorite and the one I can watch over and over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. The Wizard of Oz-I love this movie. Always have. My sister gave me the DVD for my birthday a couple of years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. Charlie &amp; the Chocolate Factory-the original, not the weird, dark version Johnny Depp played in a couple of years back. I always wanted to go play in that candy garden and drink from the chocolate river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. Danielle Steele's Changes-yeah this is a made for TV movie based on one of her sappy novels, but for some reason I just love the movie. Maybe it's Cheryl Ladd. Or maybe it's Dr. H. Or maybe it's that I just like a good old fashioned happy ending. I don't know. I found it on DVD once and quickly snapped it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and finally. . . . . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. Where the Heart Is-I love this movie. Incidentally it was also a book. Both are great. Natalie Portman and Ashley Judd are in it. As is Stockard Channing (well hello Rizzo). Such a great "down on her luck" story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, did ya play? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen Code here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View more Thursday Thirteen participants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115461798440531710?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115461798440531710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115461798440531710' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115461798440531710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115461798440531710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115452577505564619</id><published>2006-08-02T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T09:36:15.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of Space Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Taking a cue from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dallasks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kami&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and her "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dallasks.blogspot.com/2006/07/wosm-meet-krafts.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waste of Space Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;", I'm doing Waste of Space Wednesday in honor of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc24.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=BFB097D3-C0F9-4876-8106-EB6FDDFED733"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy woman&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(her name was not released or you can bet your ass I would call her out)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;in Memphis, Tennessee who left her 5 month old twin babies in a car yesterday while she was SHOPPING. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yes, you read that right, shopping, I guess that having to take 5 month old twins into the store was just too much for her to handle....WHATEVER). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank GOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and incidentally and totally unrelated I at first typed GOB, yeah, I have typing issues today) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that some bystanders noticed the poor children, one of which had a blanket on its head and were able to reach into the cracked windows&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(because cracking the windows totally helps keep the babies cool)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and got the babies out. People it was 98 degrees outside yesterday in Memphis. WHAT.THE.FUCK? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Also, in finding a link to this story, I found out that in Memphis there is apparently a problem with this shit. It has happened frequently. See story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wmcstations.com/Global/story.asp?S=5224817"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Again I say WHAT.THE.FUCK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115452577505564619?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115452577505564619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115452577505564619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115452577505564619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115452577505564619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/waste-of-space-wednesday.html' title='Waste of Space Wednesday'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115444721098431639</id><published>2006-08-01T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T11:46:51.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*I should warn you blog people that I am in a foul mood today and the foul language is run amuck in this post. And because of my foul mood I tell you, if you can't handle the fuck word, then quit reading right fucking now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If I had to describe my overall mood lately it wood be "bleh". As in WHAT THE FUCK? I've been in a funk since finding out about my grandmother and was way up when she decided to to the radiation to shrink the tumor in her brain. Well guess what? It's much easier to say that "it's her decision" when she makes the decision that I want her to make. She's decided NOT to have the radiation. She's just too tired to deal with it. Do I agree with her? HELL NO. Obviously, I am not over my selfishness yet. I'm just not ready to let go, and she obviously is. I respect that. Do I agree with it? No. But I respect that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Also, the BITCH that I work with has been really pissing me off lately. I work in a small office, as in their are 4 of us TOTAL. We do not nor have we ever had set lunch times. And now all of a freaking sudden because I do not go at 11:30 on the fucking dot everyday, she's pitching a hissy fit. I.HATE.HER. I don't blog about her a lot, but damn it. I don't need this shit. I have enough going on without her fucking melodrama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My shoulder hurts like a son of a bitch. I have no idea what I have done, but it's been like this for about a week. So what do I do? I call my doctor to get an appointment and of course, he's on fucking vacation. When can he see me? Next freaking week. Shit. So I handle the pain with Advil until then. I think it's a bone issue or maybe a muscle issue or maybe I'm not a doctor and I have no clue other than to realize that it hurst like shit. It starts in my shoulder but by the end of the day the pain is radiating down my arm. This is from the obsence amount of typing I do on a daily basis. Because aformentioned coworker is a piece of shit, Mr. Bossman gives me everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ok, I shall quit now. I will not bitch anymore. See, because I'm going to a happy place. I am going to pretend that I am here again......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/My%20View.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/My%20View.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; ahhhh........see much better. Care to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115444721098431639?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115444721098431639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115444721098431639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115444721098431639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115444721098431639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/08/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115409659148782489</id><published>2006-07-28T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:44:11.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lookie!  Blogger let me upload some more, I didn't realize that these pictures were gonna take 15 posts to get to you all....please bear with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out the trash can....6 women=a LOT of beer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Trash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Trash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Fridge...notice the lack of food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Fridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Fridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cooler, we killed it...it's all hunched over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Dead%20Cooler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Dead%20Cooler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom, getting ready to go out......how cute is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim, My mom and Lynn, the designated driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Designated%20Driver.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Designated%20Driver.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, dancing in the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Mom%20Dancing%20in%20Car.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Mom%20Dancing%20in%20Car.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still dancing (she partied the whole 2 minutes to the restaraunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Mom%20Car%20Dancing.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Mom%20Car%20Dancing.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well, hopefully Blogger will let me get to the beach pics and then Hooter's pics from Friday night.  Why can't you just put all of them in one past I ask? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/24859312-115409659148782489?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115409659148782489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115409659148782489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115409659148782489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115409659148782489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls-trip.html' title='Girls Trip'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115409408539635622</id><published>2006-07-28T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:17:37.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Girl's Trip Pictures!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blogger won't let me post all of these in one post, so here's pictures from Saturday night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my cousins L &amp; K.  L was the designated driver for the evening (we were in her brand spankin new car, so...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Kim%20&amp;%20Lynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Kim%20%26%20Lynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my mom &amp; my cousin K.......yeah, alcohol was involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Drunk%20Mom%20&amp;amp;%20Kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Drunk%20Mom%20%26%20Kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend K didn't get to go at the last minute, so here's Speck, Scan and me having a beer for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Beer%20for%20Katie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Beer%20for%20Katie.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is her beer.....we drank it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Katie"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Katie%27s%20Beer.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speck and my mom singing "Mustang Sally" which is my mom's all time favorite song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Mustang%20Sally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Mustang%20Sally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister &amp; My mom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Mom%20&amp;amp;%20Shan%20(Clutch).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Mom%20%26%20Shan%20%28Clutch%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom &amp; Speck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Mom%20&amp;amp;%20Becky%20(Clutch).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Mom%20%26%20Becky%20%28Clutch%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone had to ride in the back of the Yukon, here's K after our night on the town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Kim%20in%20Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Kim%20in%20Back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'd say that after this we went in and went to bed, but I'd be lying.  We went out on the balcony and partied some more, finally crawling our drunk asses to bed around 2:30 am.  We had sooo much fun, but this is where the pictures end.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115409408539635622?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115409408539635622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115409408539635622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115409408539635622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115409408539635622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-girls-trip-pictures.html' title='More Girl&apos;s Trip Pictures!!!!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115403478213593949</id><published>2006-07-27T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:13:02.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready to Wiggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just found out that my SIL scored front row center tickets for the Ladybug and I to go see the Wiggles tomorrow night in Birmingham.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't ya'll jealous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*they do happen to sell beer at the BJCC, however I must refrain as someone has to drive us home, and the Ladybugs feet don't quite reach the pedal yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115403478213593949?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115403478213593949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115403478213593949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115403478213593949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115403478213593949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-ready-to-wiggle.html' title='Get Ready to Wiggle'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115402383273335887</id><published>2006-07-27T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:10:33.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy....</title><content type='html'>Because I am just to freaking lazy today to do a real post (I'm conserving my energy for the mountain of clean clothes that must now be folded at home....&lt;em&gt;God love the husband, he washed yesterday while he was home, but shit that man has no clue how to actually FOLD them....&lt;/em&gt;) I give you this, with I stole from &lt;a href="http://www.dallasks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been searched by the cops? &lt;em&gt;Nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters? &lt;em&gt;When I rode them no, but the chicken shit I am today won't even get on one....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  When's the last time you've been sledding? &lt;em&gt;Shit, I live in Alabama, we don't get snow, therefore we don't sled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? &lt;em&gt;I like sleeping with the hubs, I do wish that we had a king sized bed, but I like having him there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in ghosts? &lt;em&gt;I do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you consider yourself creative? &lt;em&gt;given in that I am stealing this rather than actually coming up with my own, ahem, original post, no. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think O. J. killed his wife? &lt;em&gt;um..yeah.  He's guilty as hell. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Jennifer Anniston or Angelina Jolie? &lt;em&gt;Team Jennifer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Do you stay friends with your exes? &lt;em&gt;Nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you know how to play poker? &lt;em&gt;I can play Texas Hold Em, however I require a "cheat sheet" to tell me what beats what and I don't play very well...I'm usually the first one out! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? &lt;em&gt;not that I can recall....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your favorite commercial? &lt;em&gt;Thanks to the miracle that is DVR I no longer have to watch commercials....though I did like the one from the Super Bowl with the "magic wall &amp; table"...I think it was a Bud Light commercial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  What are you allergic to? &lt;em&gt;Morons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you were driving in the middle of the night and no one is around, do you run red lights? &lt;em&gt;nope, because the big bad 5-o would track me down and find me, I am sure of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? &lt;em&gt;nope...I pretty much share it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees? &lt;em&gt;I seriously could give a shit less.....Atlanta Braves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever been ice skating? &lt;em&gt;yep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How often do you remember your dreams? &lt;em&gt;quite frequently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? &lt;em&gt;Just this past weekend at the beach...my sides still hurt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you name 5 songs by the Beatles? &lt;em&gt;yeah, um.....NO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's the one thing on your mind now? &lt;em&gt;Is it freaking time to go home yet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you know who Ghetto-ass Barbie is? &lt;em&gt;no, someone please tell me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you always wear your seatbelt? &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  What cell service do you use? &lt;em&gt;Nextel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  Do you like sushi? &lt;em&gt;um, yeah, who decided it was ok to eat raw fish anyway? (so no...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident? &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  What do you wear to bed? &lt;em&gt;A big t-shirt and  undies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Been caught stealing? &lt;em&gt;nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.  What shoe size do you have? &lt;em&gt;between and 8 1/2 and a 9 depending on the shoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  Do you truly hate anyone? &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Classic Rock or rap? &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. If you could sleep with one famous person who would it be? &lt;em&gt;Shit, just one? See I could probably be a celebrity whore, but I'll take Matthew McConaughey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite song? &lt;em&gt;I cannot and will not pick just one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.  Have you ever sang in front of the mirror? &lt;em&gt;yep, and your hairbrush makes an awesome microphone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.  What food do you find disgusting? &lt;em&gt;Sushi (see above)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.  Do you sing in the shower? &lt;em&gt;yes, the acoustics are great! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.  Did you ever play "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?"? &lt;em&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.  Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back? &lt;em&gt;not seriously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew? &lt;em&gt;I wish I had, but I'm just not that way, and I so wish I was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.  Have you ever been punched in the face? &lt;em&gt;just once, and the punch she got in return was so much worse.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115402383273335887?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115402383273335887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115402383273335887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115402383273335887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115402383273335887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/lazy.html' title='Lazy....'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115394188636961604</id><published>2006-07-26T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:24:46.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Don't Know About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've been tagged by the tagging queen herself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; once again.....she actually sent this to me in an email, however I decided to just post it here instead.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Four Jobs I've had in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Burger King (in high school and I still don't eat there to this day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. YMCA Day Camp Counselor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Lending Assistant (at 3 different banks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. Administrative Assistant (current job)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The movies (or shows) I would watch over &amp; over:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Shag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. The Notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. The American President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. Sweet Home Alabama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5. American Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Four Places I have lived: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Prattville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. Montgomery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Autaugaville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4.  No where else......(and all these are within a 20 mile radius of each other)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Four TV shows I love or loved to watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. CSI (Vegas &amp; Miami)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. Sex and the City (and I still catch it in reruns on TBS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Four places I have been on vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Panama City Beach, Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. Cody, Wyoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Washington DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. San Antonio, Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For of my favorite foods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. anything mexican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. steak &amp; baked potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. good southern style food (veggies!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. chocolate chip ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Something I would rather be doing right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1.  Hanging out on the beach (with&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; in tow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. NOT WORKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. working on my scrapbooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Friends that I have tagged that I think will respond:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm not getting into tagging hell, so I'm not tagging anyone.  Feel free to play along though if you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Four things I always carry with me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. debit card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. lipstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. baby wipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am not taggin anyone.......but if you play, please let me know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115394188636961604?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115394188636961604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115394188636961604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115394188636961604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115394188636961604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='Things You Don&apos;t Know About Me'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115392348540634971</id><published>2006-07-26T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:18:05.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good News Is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, we got some ok news about my grandmother.  She went to the cancer doctor yesterday and they are going to do radiation on the tumor in her brain.  The main reason is because as it grows it can create pressure on her brain and cause her to have a stroke.  She is terrified of having a stroke, therefore her decision to undergo radiation to attempt to shrink the size of it.  It's only 8 cm now, and the doctor is confident that the radiation will shrink it.  It is the same type of cancer that  is in her lungs and the largest tumor (the one the concentrated the radiation on) has shrunk since her round of radiation in the spring.  She's attempting to fight it, which is something I really didn't think she would do.  We're still realistic and realize that she will eventually succomb to this, but I am pleased to see her deciding to hang onto life (see...selfish me).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The hubs had his LASIK surgery yesterday and all went well.  He has to wear these super cool goggles when he sleeps to avoid rubbing his eyes.  I took a picture of them, but forgot to bring the camera to work with me today.  I will get that picture up here soon, so that later he can kill me! When he woke up this morning he said he could already see better.  I'm soooo jealous.  I wish I could wake up in the morning and see......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not much else going on, I still have to get girls weekend pictures up, but as I said forgot the camera again.  I'll do that tommorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thanks so much to all of you for your sweet words after the post on my grandmother.  It means so much to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115392348540634971?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115392348540634971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115392348540634971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115392348540634971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115392348540634971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-news-is.html' title='The Good News Is....'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115375947069743328</id><published>2006-07-24T12:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T12:44:30.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sucks</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm back from my girls weekend at the beach and we had a blast.  I'll do a post on it sometime soon, probably tomorrow.  I left the digital at home today so I couldn't post pictures anyway, and really it's not as good without seeing the pictures that go with it.  Not only that, but we did have a damper on the weekend.  We found out on Saturday that my Grammy's cancer has gone to her brain.  It's been a weekend of highs and lows.  We got this information after she decided to begin hallucinating on Friday night and threatening to pack her bags and move to Japan.  My aunt took her to the hospital and they did an MRI which found the cancer.  The hallucinations were a product of the tumor and her very low oxygen level.  She was released yesterday and sent home on oxygen and we will eventually have to call in hospice.  I thought I was doing fairly well with the news, however last night, in my extremely tired phase, I had a mental meltdown.  I completely lost it.  So today I am tired and I have swollen eyes.  It's not a nice look.  I also found out that my dad has cataracts on both of his eyes and will have to have surgery.  This scares me as well.  Man, I just have so much going on right now.  I do promise to have lots of pics up soon from our great trip, but right now I just don't have the heart for it.  I feel like I have so much more I could say, but I just don't know where to start with all these thoughts that are going on in my head.  I'm wondering how to tell my 3 year old daughter when my grandmother does die.  I'm wondering what's going to happen with my family after she dies (here's another post in and of itself, but my aunt is very domineering and there are some issues there that I think might drive our families apart after my grandmother's death and I hate this). I'm also hoping and praying that she doesn't suffer, but I don't want her to die.  I'm selfish, I want her to stay here with me, but I don't want her to suffer at all.  I pray that the Lord takes her quietly and peacefully.  I spoke with her yesterday and she's ready.  She's prepared and she's excited.  She wants to meet Jesus and see her Mother, whom she hasn't seen since she was 13 years old.  She's prepared to go and wants us to be prepared as well.  I've actually never seen her more at peace.  Shouldn't this make me feel better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115375947069743328?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115375947069743328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115375947069743328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115375947069743328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115375947069743328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-sucks_24.html' title='This Sucks'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115342305102867082</id><published>2006-07-20T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:17:31.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged Again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This time by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veronica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; to play in the Wikipedia meme.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1. Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Wikipedia.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;2. In the search box, type your birth month &amp; date (year not needed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;3. List 3 events that happened on your birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;4. List 2 important birthdays and one interesting death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;5. List 1 holiday or observance (if any)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;6. Tag someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ok, here goes.  My birthday is March 16, and the year is no ones beeswax but my own.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1.  1802-The United States Military Academy West Point is established.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;2. 1994-Tonya Harding pleads guilty to conspiracy to hinder prosecution for trying to cover up an attack on figure skating rival Nancy Kerrigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;3. 2001-The only day between 1993 and 2002 when nobody in the United Kingdom killed themselves according to a health survey (interesting). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1949-Erik Estrada, Puerto Rican actor (hello...CHIPS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1959-Flavor Flav-American Rapper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1926-Sergeant Stubby-decorated war dog from World War I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;St. Urho's Day-the fictional saint of Finnish immigrants to the US, created by Richard Mattson in 1956 (what? a day for a fake person? how 'bout Saint Tania's Day?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ok, let's see.....I tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soccermomsdie.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyofftherecord.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy off the Record&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115342305102867082?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115342305102867082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115342305102867082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115342305102867082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115342305102867082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-tagged-again.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged Again....'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115340463182504988</id><published>2006-07-20T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:10:31.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HEADING TO THE BEACH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah, again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That's right, tomorrow I am leaving on my annual "girls trip" to the beach with my mom and sister.  Tagging along this year are the sister's best friend, my best friend (and isn't this weird, my best friend and her best friend are sisters in law, as in they are married to brothers.  And my best friend is married to the YOUNGER brother.), my cousin from Cullman and my cousin from Dadeville.  That's seven women let loose for the weekend.  If you happen to be in the PC beach area this weekend....LOOK OUT!  &lt;em&gt;(yeah well not Girls Gone Wild or anything). &lt;/em&gt;I plan to take lots of pics, and hope that my sister has no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-i-spent-my-weekend.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hooter's incidents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.  I'll give you a rundown on Monday.  Hope everyone has a great wonderful fabulous weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, I'll send you some beach love as soon as I get back..........is sand ok?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115340463182504988?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115340463182504988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115340463182504988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115340463182504988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115340463182504988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/heading-to-beach-yeah-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115331639889235878</id><published>2006-07-19T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T09:39:58.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 100TH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is my 100th post on blogger. Wow. When I started this blog, I did it as a way to put my thoughts down on something. A way to vent my frustrations, thoughts and anxieties (and honey, I have a ton of those). I never expected to find such wonderful people out there in the blogosphere. I have had the opportunity to get to know some of you and can't wait to meet IRL. I didn't know that would happen. I didn't know I'd make such damn good friends on the internet. Anyway, I'm not gonna be sappy on my 100th post, and I'm not gonna ramble on and on (as I am sometimes known to do).......instead I'm gonna invite you to read my very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-blog.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;first post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(damn, I've come a long way) and then go visit the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://100thingsonmanicmommie.blogspot.com///"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;100 things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;about me and that's it. That's my post for the day. Oh yeah, you can also go have a fabulous drink somewhere to toast me if you would like. I might have one myself, say around 5:00 pm CST today? Can we synchronize our drinks?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115331639889235878?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115331639889235878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115331639889235878' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115331639889235878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115331639889235878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-100th.html' title='HAPPY 100TH!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115325309594953312</id><published>2006-07-18T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:04:55.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chesneygirl.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chesney Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;to play along in the "Hi Fives" Meme.  So here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things in my purse / wallet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. Alabama Drivers License....and thank Gawd that expires in April 07, that picture is HORRIFIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. Watermelon Bubble Gum (the Bugs favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. Fingernail file&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. trash (time to clean it out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. lipstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things in my refrigerator:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. 2% milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. leftover chicken casserolle from last night (that I meant to bring for lunch today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. ketchup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things in my closet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. Shoes, shoes and more shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. Clothes, clothes and more clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. purses I'm not currently using&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. Beach bags (I have like 6 of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. does the shoe rack count? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things in my car:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. Ladybug's car seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. CD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. Cell phone (and its 1000 degrees outside today, bright move on my part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ok, so I tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meocracy.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Greta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myownlilspace.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommyofftherecord.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy off the Recor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccermomsdie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Christina the Wench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115325309594953312?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115325309594953312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115325309594953312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115325309594953312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115325309594953312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged.....'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115323242382462539</id><published>2006-07-18T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:56:02.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexiest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've been watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; television a lot lately and their "Sexiest" lists. They've done sexiest tv starts, sexiets rock star wives, sexiest movie stars, etc and that got me to thinking....who is on Manic Mommy's sexiest list? So here you go, my "Top 10 Sexiest Male Stars". I went stars so that I could include television, movies and music. (These also happen to be in random order, as blogger uploads photos how it wants to and not necessarily in the order that you told it's stupid ass to load them).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/200/Ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/celebs/celeb.aspx?c=180265"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ryan Phillippe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;......ahhhhhh Mr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/search/movie/?ss=Reese+Witherspoon"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;is just HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/200/Bruce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/search/movie/?ss=bruce+willis"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bruce Willis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.........if you've seen my husband then you know I have a thing for bald guys and I have a thing for Bruce Willis. No matter what his age, he is just so very easy on the eyes.....&lt;/span&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/200/Patrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. No list could be complete without Dr. McDreamy.......(don't you agree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;?).......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/search/movie/?ss=patrick+dempsey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick Dempsey &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;could be my doctor ANYTIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/KennyChesney_05_B_150x200[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/200/KennyChesney_05_B_150x200%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. Now I know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chesneygirl.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chesney girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;will agree with me here.......is he not just the hottest singer on the planet? What they hell was wrong with Renee? If I had him, an annulment would not be happening! (FYI...in case you have no idea this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.msn.com/search/all/?ss=kenny+chesney"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kenny Chesney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, then I can no longer associate with you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Matthew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/200/Matthew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. ahh..and yes we all now how I feel about this little hottie..........I wish he'd wear some deoderant, but you know.....he's still freaking hot......(duh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/search/movie/?ss=matthew%20mcconaughey"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Matthew McConaughey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/200/Justin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. Another doctor who can take care of me anytime............he's an ass on the show and IRL is married with like 10 kids or something, but geez...how hot is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/celebs/celeb.aspx?c=189802"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Justin Chambers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/DierksBentley_150x200[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/200/DierksBentley_150x200%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7. Another hot country singer (who happens to be on tour with Kenny this summer, and whom I will be seeing in 1 month) is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.msn.com/search/all/?ss=Dierks+Bentley"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dierks Bentley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He's hot in an unconventional sort of way.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/200/George.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8. Here's the #1 reason I am such a huge huge fan of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/csi/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/search/movie/?ss=George+Eads"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;George Eads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, he's one hot Crime Scene Investigator!&lt;/span&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Adrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/200/Adrian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9. If you haven't caught &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/entourage/?ntrack_para1=leftnav_category0_show3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Entourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; on HBO, then you are missing the chance to drool over this hottie every Sunday night. He plays Vincent Chase on the show, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/search/movie/?ss=Adrian+Grenier"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Adrian Grenier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;is just HOT HOT HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/200/Josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10. Finally the end of my list....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/search/movie/?ss=josh%20duhamel"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Josh Duhamel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Las_Vegas/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, and this is the Number 1 reason why! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, who would make your sexiest list? You can do a post or you can leave your list in comments........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115323242382462539?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115323242382462539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115323242382462539' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115323242382462539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115323242382462539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/sexiest.html' title='Sexiest'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115315013819554260</id><published>2006-07-17T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:28:58.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, the Ladybug and I spent the day hanging out with my mom and dad because the hubster was gone all day playing golf with is buddies.  And by all day I mean that he got up at 6:00 am and got home at 9:30 pm last night.  They went to some golf course that is supposed to be "awesome" and is like 2 hours away.  Seems like a hell of a long way to go play golf to me, but I'm not a golfer so what the hell do I know? And it was expensive so they played 36 holes to get their money's worth.  Whatever.  Since I'm leaving him with the Ladybug for the whole weekend (and missing a family reunion....) I didn't complain.  We got up and went to church and then hung out at my mom's so long that we ate 2 meals with them.  It was a fun day though.  I haven't gotten the chance to hang with my parents that much lately because of our busy schedules so it was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, on to what I've been thinking about (and yes, me thinking is scary). My mom and I were talking yesterday about the state of our world.  She was talking about how when she was little and they had bomb drills beccause of the constant threat of nuclear war because of the US's friction with the Soviet Union.  She says though it was nothing like the shit that is going on today.  And see, this scares me.  What kind of world is my daughter going to grow up in?  What is the state of this country going to be when my daughter is my age? I'm very scared for my daughter.  I'm scared for myself as well, but more so for her and what she may have to face in her lifetime.  Scary shit is going on in this world.  From the fighting in Iraq, a war of which I do not believe in, however I will continue to support our troops, the maniac running North Korea with his missilles ready to take aim on us at any minute and now the all out war in Beruit and Isreal.  I wonder what will become of all this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, shit like this scares the hell out of me.  And it is one of those things where I  have no control in whatever happens.  It's here that I have to trust my faith in God and our country's leaders (and I have little faith there) that they will protect us. I have always been one to worry about things that I cannot control, which is the number one reason why I have an RX for Xanex.  But this shit? This shit scares me more than anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What about ya'll? What are your thoughts on this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115315013819554260?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115315013819554260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115315013819554260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115315013819554260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115315013819554260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Thinking'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115291279171834508</id><published>2006-07-14T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:33:11.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>Or is the state of this world really getting scary? From the war in Iraq, to the idiot in North Korea to the craziness going on right now in Isreal and Beruit?  What the hell is going on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115291279171834508?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115291279171834508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115291279171834508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115291279171834508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115291279171834508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115289156354544638</id><published>2006-07-14T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:39:23.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah, see today I don't really have anything to post about.  I have some things going on in my head, but I haven't figured out exactly how to put them on paper (or screen, as this is a blog and my keyboard is my pen). I'll come up with something in due time I am sure.  Sometimes it's hard to come up with something new and exciting to post about all the freaking time.  I try to post everyday during the week because I don't post on Saturday and Sunday because those are my family days and well because my dad took the AOL internet access that I was pirating from him away (he got DSL....Slacker!) I don't even have internet access at home anymore.  I could change that, except I'm not sure I want too.  I don't want to spend all my time at home on the weekends on the computer.  So for right now, we are internetless at the Manic Mommy hacienda. I blog at work.  I blog at work when I should be working.  I'm sure I'm not alone here.  I know that I don't want my boss (or my shitty ass coworker) to know that this blog exists, but for all I know they both already do and I guess then I don't really care.  I don't really share anything on here that I wouldn't want them to know anyway, because I'm pretty sure that shitty ass coworker knows how I feel about her anyway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, because I have nothing at all to blog about, I've been thinking about my upcoming 100th post.  This is post 95 (I think) so basically my 100th post would hit next Friday if I blogged something everyday next week. However, I will be heading to the beach next Friday and will not be at work, therefore pushing my 100th post into the following Monday.  And then I'll have beach stuff to blog about and how do I combine the 2 of those into one post?  Or should I not?  Any suggestions on this upcoming event in my blog life?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shit, sorry this posts sucks ass today.  I wish I had more for ya'll, I really do.  Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115289156354544638?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115289156354544638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115289156354544638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115289156354544638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115289156354544638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm.html' title='Hmm........'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115279682597578766</id><published>2006-07-13T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:44:28.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter, Television Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Too%20Cool.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Too%20Cool.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the fourth time in her short life, my daughter is going to be on television. This time it was a little more planned than just being caught on camera as the news did a story on the Christmas lights at the &lt;a href="http://zoo.ci.montgomery.al.us/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;or dancing on camera when they did a story about our town's annual &lt;a href="http://www.prattvillecityfest.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;City Fest celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This time she is a bona fide star. My cousin did a commercial for her &lt;a href="http://www.paintatartisticexpressions.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and guess who she got to be in it (besides her own 2 boys of course)? You guessed it the Ladybug. She was a natural. She did exactly what they told her to do and was extremely proud of herself. I think she could have a future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/No%20More%20Pictures.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/No%20More%20Pictures.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;See, she's already tired of the paparazzi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-i-spent-my-weekend.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: She is healing nicely and most of the swelling is going down, so she doesn't look quite as silly. She's finally seeing the humor in the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grandmother update: My grandmother had a bone scan done yesterday and the cancer has not spread to her bones. THANK GOD. The one tumor they were trying to shrink in her lung has shrunk some (after 3 weeks of radiation treatments) however she has developed a mass of pneumonia underneath this mass (which was a major concern all along). She is doing well and still has quite an appetite. The doctor gave her some more medicine for pain and to help with the persistent cough she has from the pneumonia. We're still going to lose her eventually as she still has Stage 4 lung cancer, but the good news for the time being is that it hasn't spread and that she's still fighting it pretty hard. In January when she was diagnosed the doctors gave us 3-6 months. We're at 7 months now. On Tuesday he said she was doing well and gave another 3-6 month timeline. I just pray that she keeps fighting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also read on &lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Veronica's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog that she was doing well after her surgery too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have some new pages up over on my &lt;a href="http://taniaspages.blogspot.com///"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;scrappin site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115279682597578766?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115279682597578766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115279682597578766' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115279682597578766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115279682597578766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-daughter-television-star.html' title='My Daughter, Television Star'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115263004247618688</id><published>2006-07-11T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:45:08.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Over the long Forth of July weekend, the hubster redid the sides of our deck and also fixed the back porch where &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitch-is-back.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I fell through the wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He had a little helper along for the ride. I got some great pics of them doing their work, so in absence of a post on this "nothing going on Tuesday", I'll give you these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is the Ladybug and her daddy, please notice the matching tool belts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;%20Daddy.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Daddy.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Ladybug posing before "getting back to my portant work mommy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"gotta get a pencil so I can make my marks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Working.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Working.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Measuring......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Measure%203.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Measure%203.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;More measuring, she was very throurough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Measure%201.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Measure%201.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Let's see how tall this is"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Measure%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Measure%202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And here's the supervisor, the ever lazy Mollie dog keeping an eye on things, from the safety of outside the door! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Mollie.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Mollie.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please go over and send my sweetie &lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some love today, she had her nose surgery done. Girl, I bet you are going to look awesome! Can't wait till you are up on your feet again! (Please, come back soon, I miss you already!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115263004247618688?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115263004247618688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115263004247618688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115263004247618688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115263004247618688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/daddys-little-helper.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Helper'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115254767883145911</id><published>2006-07-10T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:07:59.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As most of you know, I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.thebeachloversbeach.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this weekend with my sister and her boyfriend.  They hubster also went.  We got down Friday night around 8:30 and then went to &lt;a href="http://www.pineapplewillys.com/Home.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pineapple Willey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for some dinner and drinks.  We had a great time and then headed back to the condo where we went to bed because all of us were tired after having worked all day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Saturday we hung out at the beach ALL DAY and had a great time.  We stayed hydrated (or so we thought) by chugging lots of water in between our beer.  I did have one umbrella drink for you &lt;a href="http://www.meocracy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Greta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Here is the only shot I took ont he beach the whole day.  This is me and my sister and is a self portrait. I guess I could have taken the shades off!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20&amp;%20Shannon.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Me%20%26%20Shannon.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We came in a got dressed and went to &lt;a href="http://www.hooters.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hooters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We wanted to sit outside, eat some wings and drink some beer.  Plus some guys were fighting on PPV and they guys thought they could watch it there.  My sister had other plans.  Before I get to that story here's some shots of us at Hooters.  This is me and the hubster.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20&amp;%20Walt.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Me%20%26%20Walt.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Me &amp; my sister...... (I look much reader in this picture than I actually got, not too mention my face looks ghostly white!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Shannon%20&amp;amp;%20Me.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Shannon%20%26%20Me.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; And here's my sister and her boyfriend, I'm not sure why he's sticking  his toungue out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Shannon%20&amp;%20Scott.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Shannon%20%26%20Scott.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; So that's all the pics I took.  Before  the evening took a turn for the just plain weird.  After eating my sister started feeling weird.  At first we thought it was something she ate, but since we all ate wings and we were all fine, we decided it had to be something else.  She said she had to go to the potty so her and I went inside.  We only made it in the door before she FAINTED.  In HOOTERS.  OMG.  I about had a hissy.  I was so worried.  Turns out she was dehydrated.  They called the paramedics who came and checked her out.  She had hit her lip when she fell so they thought we might want to have her checked out at the local hospital.  Note:  If you are ever in Panama City Beach, Florida and you hav to go to a hospital and you have a choice (as in your are not dying or unconciuos) DO NOT GO TO &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baymedical.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bay Medical Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  They suck.  When we arrived they were not very crowded so we took this as a good sign.  Yeah, um WHATEVER.  They called her back rather quickly, yet another good sign.  Then they sat her in a room and FORGOT ABOUT HER  for 4 hours.  It wasn't until she decided to sign herself out against medical advice (she had to sign a freaking book) that a doctor finally paid attention to her.  And then only to tell her that because the cut was in the inside of her mouth and wasn't a gaping whole that he couldn't put stitches in it anyway.  WTF?  Why could they not have told us that when they put her in the room?  Or why not when the triage nurse examined her?  Seriously.  We found out later that the normal wait time for this ER is 9 hours.  Thank God we left.  She's fine minus a swollen upper lip and a majorly bruised ego after fainting Hooters.  We're supposed to go back to the beach in 2 weeks and she's wondering if the Hooter's people will remember her.  How could they not remember the girl who passed out in Hooters?  Big shout out to them though, they were awesome (except one would have thought they might have comped our meal but yeah, no) and took very good care of her until the paramedics arrived.  Our waitress Britany was AWESOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Minus the little trip to the ER, it was an awesome weekend and we had a great time.  Once we realized that goofball was fine, it was actually quite a funny story&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115254767883145911?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115254767883145911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115254767883145911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115254767883145911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115254767883145911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-i-spent-my-weekend.html' title='How I Spent My Weekend'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115227894535869101</id><published>2006-07-07T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T09:29:05.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally I'm already there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, the hubs and I are heading to the beach today, as soon as our workdays are done.  I am leaving at 3 to go pick up the stuff and gas up the car and pick him up on our way out of town.  Mentally, I am so already chillin in the sand with a cold beer in my hand.  I'm having a hard time willing myself to work today.  And sadly I've only been here 20 minutes.  How long is this day going to be? God, please just let it be time to go soon.  I'm so ready to be out of this town and at the beach.  I love the beach.  I love the salt air, the salt water and the smell of just being there.  It's only a short trip, but I plan on making the most of it.  Tomorrow if you need me, I'll be in a beach chair, completely useless (so try not to need me).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here's another little cartoon to make your Friday......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/snail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/snail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have a great weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/24859312-115227894535869101?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115227894535869101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115227894535869101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115227894535869101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115227894535869101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/mentally-im-already-there.html' title='Mentally I&apos;m already there'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115219628934936763</id><published>2006-07-06T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:31:29.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I have not a Creative Thought in My head today.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I give you this cartoon......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Men%20vs%20Women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Men%20vs%20Women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the hopes that my creative juices will flow again.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115219628934936763?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115219628934936763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115219628934936763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115219628934936763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115219628934936763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/because-i-have-not-creative-thought-in.html' title='Because I have not a Creative Thought in My head today.....'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115210992890376618</id><published>2006-07-05T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T10:32:08.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitch is Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Did ya miss me?  I missed ya'll!  I was having blog withdrawals this weekend, but since I was pirating my dad's America Online and he went and switched to DSL through Bellsouth, I no longer have internet access at the hacienda.  Will work on that soon, especially after the weekend I just spend with no access to my daily blog addictions whatsoever.  It was however, quite liberating!  We had a great weekend and I took lots of pictures and then promptly left my camera at home this am.  Man, I did not want to go back to work!  On the bright side, it's a 3 day work week and I'm headed to the beach this weekend!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Some news of note though.  Due to the following money reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1.  Our TV in the den is FRIED, and CANNOT be repaired (or so says the Sears repairman that made we weight 6 hours on his ass on Monday) therefore we must by a new one (because I am tired of sharing the TV remote with the husband, we so don't watch the same things);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2.  We had to redo our back porch because my fat ass fell through one of the boards (SHUT THE HELL UP right now, because I know all of you are laughing your asses off) therefore we had to shell out money.  Note: our house is 110 years old and I think the wood on the porch might have been that old as well.  There has been a slight crack in this board for quite sometime and on Friday night it gave way under my ass.  NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. To avoid having to charge our newly paid of credit cards back to the max....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The wonderful, heavenly vacation has been put on hold.  We're gonna save our moolah and instead pay on it for a year.  We'll go next summer.  Yeah, I am dissapointed, but however am very proud of us for not just charging the shit and going anyway.  We have worked very very very hard to get out of our mountain of debt and I am proud of us for making such a smart financial decision.  Any extra cash we had is not going to the above mentioned shit. We are still going to take a romantic getaway,  just to the Gulf of Mexico as opposed to Mexico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We did do some work on our deck, see when we built it the hubster only put treated wood on the bottom, therefore the sides (railings and ballisters) were rotten.  So this weekend he pulled off the old sides, complete with hitting our spicket and spewing water all over the yard causing him to have to temporarily cut off the water to our house, and got most of it put back up.  He had the most precious little helper.  I got some great pics, but as I said, left the camera at home today.  I did end up with my "me" day on Monday as he took the Ladybug to work with him.  He only had to pull a 1/2 day so she went along.  I hear they had a fantastic time.  When we weren't tearing up shit at our house, we were at the pool.  We had a lovely 4th and I hated to have to return to work today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hope all of you had a great 4th.  I will get caught up with each of you in due time.  My desk is a dissaster and I'm just trying to pull my way out of it.  In the meantime I leave you with this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Camo%20Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Camo%20Couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115210992890376618?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115210992890376618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115210992890376618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115210992890376618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115210992890376618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitch-is-back.html' title='The Bitch is Back!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115170280710973187</id><published>2006-06-30T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:27:58.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Closed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, at least for the weekend! I'll be back on Wednesday...Happy Fourth of July!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115170280710973187?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115170280710973187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115170280710973187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115170280710973187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115170280710973187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-blog-is.html' title='This Blog is'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115167433321721090</id><published>2006-06-30T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:04:28.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY! FRIDAY! FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And it's before a long weekend! woo-hoo! And for once, we have NOTHING planned &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(shhhhh..please don't tell anyone, they may find something for me to do). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are going to the Biscuits game tonight but other than that, it's a free weekend. I plan to spend some time at the pool and hopefully get the house cleaned up. I'd also like to get some scrapping done, but the hubster will be home as well so I don't know how much of that I will actually accomplish. I had originally thought that I would be the only one at home on Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and boy was I looking forward to THAT) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;however, after posting all week that they would only be closed on Tuesday, yesterday the Ladybug's daycare decided that they would be closed both Monday and Tuesday. SHIT. There goes my "me" day. Oh well, I am sure that the Ladybug and I will have a grand ol time. And it's not that I don't want to hang out with her. I just had a "me" day planned. And that'll be four days that she's not in daycare. Do you know what a bitch taking her back on Wednesday is going to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I hope that everyone has a wonderful and safe holiday weekend. Please remember to say a special "Thank You" to all the men and women who are currently fighting or have faught to maintain our freedoms. We are so blessed to live in America, and regardless of your opinions on this war, those are our troops over there and we must support them. Enjoy your BBQ and please, drink a cold one for me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;and I will do the same for you) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and have a great time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;oh yeah....and I'm outta here until Wednesday!  I'll catch up with all of ya'll then...and post some weekend pics....Have a great one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115167433321721090?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115167433321721090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115167433321721090' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115167433321721090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115167433321721090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-friday-friday.html' title='FRIDAY! FRIDAY! FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115158762285605760</id><published>2006-06-29T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:20:25.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So, I have a couple of confessions to make:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1. I ate Mexican food yesterday for lunch. This totally did away with how good I was on Tuesday night when a friend and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.applebees.com/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Applebees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I actually ate of the &lt;a href="http://www.applebees.com/Menu_WW.aspx"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; menu. I had the Tango Chicken sandwich (7 points). I watched as my friend ate a great looking bacon cheeseburger but was so proud of my willpower. Then I had mexican food. I felt wretched afterwards, mainly because I knew better. But see, I'm a sucker for mexican food. I love it. It is a wonder the Ladybug didn't come out a giant cheese enchilada because I ate so many when I was preggers with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. I bought ANOTHER dang pair of &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/03/flip-flops.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;flip flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. This is pair number four for the summer. I seriously have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What about ya'll? Anything you need to get off of your chest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I uploaded some more scrapbook pages &lt;a href="http://taniaspages.blogspot.com///"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I've been working on some more pages, but not with the same fever I worked on them &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/blow-by-blow.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. See, I must have to be &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-blue.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in order to get so much accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Our local &lt;a href="http://www.bamacountry989.com/cms/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;country station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is beginning a special countdown today for the holiday weekend. They are counting down the top 1000 country songs. In order to compile this list, they sent out surveys to people in their listening audience who registered with them on their website. Of course, I had to register. We were asked to list our 10 favorite country songs of ALL TIME. Seriously? Just 10? Anyway, here's my list just in case any of you actually, um yeah, CARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/g/garth-brooks-lyrics/the-dance-lyrics.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Garth Brooks (all time FAVORITE song EVER)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. Don't Close Your Eyes by Keith Whitley (ya'll I LOVE this song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3. Moon over Georgia by Shenandoah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4. Courtesy of the Red White &amp;amp; Blue by Toby Keith (LOVE HIM!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;5. I was Country by Barbara Mandrell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;6. Sweet Home Alabama by Lynard Skynard (yeah, not so sure this is actually COUNTRY, but since I live in Alabama and am a Crimson Tide fan I had to include this on my list, that and they do play it on this radio station)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/t/toby-keith-lyrics/whiskey-girl-lyrics.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whiskey Girl by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toby Keith (did I say I love him?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;8. When the Sun goes Down by Kenny Chesney (DUH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;9. Lay you Down by Conway Twitty (such a legend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;10. My Home's in Alabama by Alabama (yeah, obvious reasons here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So here's my question to you. What are you top 10 songs (don't have to be country, don't have to be all one genre). Just 10. See, it's hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and yeah, I was gonna do all those links, but shit, I don't have the patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115158762285605760?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115158762285605760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115158762285605760' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115158762285605760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115158762285605760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115152907352565010</id><published>2006-06-28T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:11:13.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*if you are not a fan of bitching, complete with curse words.....then STOP READING HERE! (because quite frankly, I'm pissy and I cuss a lot in this post. And I say fuck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So Dr. B says the ladybug has to go back on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-hump-day.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;breathing treatments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;. 3 times a day for at least the next week, with us heading back to see her next Thursday for a "re-check" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(damn money sucking doctors....that's two $30.00 copays in a week, don't these fuckers know I'm going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-you-ever-wish-you-could-just-make.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vacation soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I need ca$h?)&lt;/em&gt;. At least I don't have to buy the medicine for the breathing treatments, I still have some from our last go round just a little over a month ago. THANK GAWD, as it is only partially covered by the bastard insurance company and is also expensive as freaking hell. The thing with the breathing treatments is that they take so freaking long to give &lt;em&gt;(well you know 10 minutes of sitting still is pure torture to my wiggle worm of a 3 year old) &lt;/em&gt;and if the bastard insurance company would pay for the inhaler then we could cut it down to 2 times a day and for only like 3 puffs. SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE FUCK? How can they pay for the medicine but not pay for the medicine dispenser? I suppose if she was diabetic they would pay for the insulin but not for the needles. FUCKTARDS &lt;em&gt;(interestingly enough I have honestly never used that word before.....EVAH). &lt;/em&gt;So oh holy hell, here we go again. Anyone got any ideas on how to make her keep the GD &lt;em&gt;(because I won't say this word) &lt;/em&gt;mask on her face, aside from super gluing the bitch there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*oh and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kookyandspooky.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Greta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I would love to "hump" the husband on "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;amp;postID=115150040196400371"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hump day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;", however he happens to be over in your lovely state on business.........and yeah, shit me at home with a sick child. FUCK.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115152907352565010?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115152907352565010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115152907352565010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115152907352565010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115152907352565010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn.html' title='DAMN'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115150040196400371</id><published>2006-06-28T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T09:13:21.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hump Day. . . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And not too much is going on. Slow week in the Manic Mommy house. I like it. Not complaining, just doesn't give me much to blog about. The only exciting thing, after a 2 week hiatus, the nails are back on. My nail lady, sweet Betty Lou had to cancel my last appointment because she was a bit under the weather. So rather than reschedule, I just took the nails off and let them have a "breather". So yesterday, they are back on. I went with a french manicure this week. Clean and simple. I gotta tell ya, after not having them on for a couple of weeks this is taking some getting used to again! So that's it, the only exciting thing I have to report is that I had my nails put back on. Whew, aren't you glad I told you that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I do think the Ladybug is going to have to have breathing treatments AGAIN. Her allergies are just going nutso this year. She's on Zyrtec everyday, but is coughing up a storm again. We have to go back to the doctor this afternoon, but somehow I think we are going to have to pull that ol nebulizer back out again. This will be our 5th trip down nebulizer lane since she was born. This is only our second trip since she's been old enough to physically remove the mask from her face. We could try the inhaler, but since we already own a nebulizer, why would I pay for the inhaler, which is NOT covered by our insurance. The medicine is, but the way to get the medicine into the body, not covered. Stupid insurance companies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115150040196400371?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115150040196400371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115150040196400371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115150040196400371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115150040196400371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-hump-day.html' title='It&apos;s Hump Day. . . . . . . .'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115141958202960888</id><published>2006-06-27T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T10:50:28.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much Going On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not too much going on today, so I give you some pics of the Ladybug "cooking" last night. I was making lasagna (5 points &lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's it! I found this awesome recipe....I'll send it to you). We're having it for supper tonight. So while I was doing that she was doing her own cooking. And the apron, yeah it's actually a gardening apron that she wears whenever she cooks. I don't know why. I don't wear an apron. (Little Miss Suzy Homemaker I AM NOT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%202.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%202.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%201.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%201.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Some other random stuff going on with me....since diet began I am down 2 pounds. It's not a lot but it's a freaking start. My weight watchers stuff from &lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; arrived. Thanks again honey! Big "happy" heading your way today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Also, a friend of mine's father passed away yesterday. We aren't close, but her and her husband are in our &lt;a href="http://www.prattvillemethodist.org/templates/con29ye/details.asp?id=32015&amp;PID=272960"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sunday School Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Life 101). I feel for her. He has been very sick with cancer for sometime. She is such an amazing person though. In her email to notify us of his passing she said "please don't be sad for me, I am happy now that he is no longer in pain and is at home". I don't know if I'd have that kind of faith if my father had just passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On a much lighter note, I am going to the &lt;a href="http://www.thebeachloversbeach.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in 1 week and 4 days! woo-hoo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is my 83rd post on blogger........Guess I better start planning something for my 100th post, it'll be here before I know it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115141958202960888?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115141958202960888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115141958202960888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115141958202960888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115141958202960888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-much-going-on.html' title='Not Much Going On'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115134707341386950</id><published>2006-06-26T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:37:53.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;his weekend we had my nephew B's birthday party. And actually, he's not my nephew. His mom and I are first cousins. She is, as is her husband, an only child. So, I'm the closest to a sister she's got, and therefore her children are my "nephews". I cannot believe that B is 9. Today is his actually birthday. He was born shortly after the hubster and I started dating, which means we have also been together for 9 years. (ok, so I deserve a medal for putting up with his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-blue.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;for 9 years!) Anyway, we went to my aunts house (B's grandma) for some swimming and cake and ice cream. We did get some swimming in before the afternoon thunderstorm set in (and camped out for like 3 hours.....we got over 3 inches of much needed rain at my house). Here's the pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is my cousin Lora (B's mom), B, and my Aunt Cathy (B's Grandma) getting ready to blow out the candles on the fabulous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brusters.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bruster's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ice cream cake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This thing was delicicious (and so not on my diet! I did only have a small piece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bet that was my daily point allowance though!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Brannon%20Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Brannon%20Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; This is JW in the pool. His mom is the one I referred to in this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-free-for-all.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He is the cutest kid (ok, boy kid because mine is the cutest kid)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/JW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/JW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; B, Lora and the Ladybug...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Brannon,%20Lora%20&amp;%20Alli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Brannon%2C%20Lora%20%26%20Alli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; The ladybug explaining something imporant to her daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; B and the $10,000 chocolate bar my sister gave him. It was from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chocodelphia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chocodelphia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and was YUMMY! (again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, just a small taste!...LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Brannon%20&amp;%20Candy%20bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Brannon%20%26%20Candy%20bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;JW &amp; the Ladybug....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;amp;%20JW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20JW.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The ladybug and her daddy. (she's not getting in trouble, though it really looks like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;%20Daddy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Daddy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;JW &amp; the ladybug AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;amp;%20JW%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20JW%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Whew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, another busy weekend in the books. I swear, we need to slow down and enjoy one once in a while! We did go see Cars and it was awesome. Aside from the creepy 30 something man that was sitting at the end of our row without a kid with him. Anyone else find that creepy? The movie was great though and the Ladybug loved it. She was quick to point out that "&lt;a href="http://www.dalejr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" had a cameo in it (well, she didn't call it a cameo, she doesn't know what a cameo is). I also found out on Friday that my office is going to be closed the 3rd &amp;amp; 4th of July. SWEET. A 3 day work week before we head to the beach! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115134707341386950?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115134707341386950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115134707341386950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115134707341386950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115134707341386950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/weekend-birthday-party.html' title='Weekend Birthday Party'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115107933932840955</id><published>2006-06-23T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:15:39.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/bunch-o-stuff.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;previously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; that I was going to go to a Weight Watchers meeting on Saturday to get ready for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-trip.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Whatever it may be.  Well, let me just say that the reason &lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is my Woman of the Year is because she hooked a sista up!  I do not have to go the WW because, well, Veronica is sending me all kinds of shit for me to use and she hooked me up on some websites.  Thanks Girl!  I owe you one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(oh, and she wouldn't send me a real pic, so you're stuck with her cartoon and her toes, maybe we'll get a real pic when she's done with her WW and has her new nose!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Veronica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Veronica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/V"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/V%27s%20Toes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115107933932840955?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115107933932840955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115107933932840955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115107933932840955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115107933932840955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/woman-of-year.html' title='Woman of the Year'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115106895337524495</id><published>2006-06-23T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:33:46.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Ever Wish You Could Just Make Up Your Mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok, so the hubster and I are so going on vacation. Where are we going? Well, yeah see that is source of great dilemma for us. There is always the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.royalcaribbean.com/findacruise/cruiseDetails/itineraryAndPricing.do;jsessionid=0000uhFtTrMWv3Ey96oqwKSrulH:10ktdmkdk?packageCode=SS03PC33&amp;sailDate=1060922&amp;amp;date=&amp;selectedCurrencyCode=&amp;amp;promoType="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; option. And now, well there is an all-inclusive trip to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iberostar.info/resorts/cozumel/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cozumel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;on the table (another great deal at $779 per person including air fare, and his diving). He got a travel agent involved, and now we can't make up our minds what we want to do. It all seems so nice, so wonderful, so romantic, so beachy. I want to do all of them. Imagine that. The vacation is going to happen, I just don't know where the hell we are going to go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Last night it thundered and lightninged at my house for 2 solid hours. We got 1/4 of an inch of rain. Total. It is so dry. I swear that one little spark could send the whole area up in flames. The only way you could tell it rained? My deck was semi wet. The rain gauge said 1/4 inch. All that ruckus and no rain. We need rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(oh, and it reached 100 AGAIN yesterday.  DAMN.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hope everyone has a fantabulous weekend. I wish I had something more exciting to blog about today, but right now all that is going on is trying to plan this vacation. Nothing else. I like it when my life is boring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115106895337524495?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115106895337524495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115106895337524495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115106895337524495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115106895337524495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-you-ever-wish-you-could-just-make.html' title='Do You Ever Wish You Could Just Make Up Your Mind?'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115098254797038962</id><published>2006-06-22T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:17:58.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunch O' Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Thursday Everyone! One more day til the weekend. Ours is chock full as usual. One day I'm gonna find time for a break, but I just can't seem to fit one into my busy schedule. I promised the Ladybug that we'd go see the movie Cars on Saturday so we are going to the 4:30 matinee. I just don't see having to pay full price for a movie, even one for the Ladybug. Sunday is my nephew's 9th birthday party. I cannot believe that he is 9 years old already! Seems like just yesterday when he was born. He decided that he really wants to go deep sea fishing for his birthday, so his parents are taking him to do that later in July. So Sunday is a family only swim party and get together. Should be lots o' fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok, onto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/bigbrother7/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; last night, America's Choice. Turns out America only votes in 6 (3 men and 3 women) of the houseguests. The remaining 6 must have to do some sort of challenge to get into the house, though Julie Chen kept this information secret last night. I was excited to see who might be returning. Some of my all time favorite players: Will, Nakomis, Howie.....I was thrilled. Must go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/bigbrother7/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cbs.com to vote today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. Last night was simply a teaser as the real show doesn't begin until July 8. Oh well, I'll actually be at the beach that weekend, so I'll be Tivo'ing it so that I can see what went on when I get back! I'm telling ya'll, I am so addicted to this show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The hubs and I talked last night and we decided on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.royalcaribbean.com/findacruise/cruiseDetails/itineraryAndPricing.do;jsessionid=0000qajTS_vlCf0tGyjI5Xh7Trv:10ktdmpjo?packageCode=SS03PC33&amp;sailDate=1060922&amp;amp;date=&amp;selectedCurrencyCode=&amp;amp;promoType="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;! I am so freaking excited! We leave on the 22nd of September! That is 3 months from today! woo-hoo! He gets to dive and I get to soak up the sun and drink drinks with umbrellas in them. We got a hurricane policy so should the weather decide to impede on our fun, we'll get vouchers for a future cruise. I'm glad we have some sort of "back up" plan, as you can never tell with Mother Nature. Though personally, I think we deserve a break in the crazy hurricane season. Keep your fingers crossed (not only for us, that we may enjoy our cruise, but for everyone else that would suffer much more than me not getting to go on my cruise) that nothing major occurs before, during or after our trip. I don't think I want to be stuck in the Bahamas when a hurricane hits! I am, to say the least, thrilled! I still cannot believe that he suggested this. He actually said he thought about surprising me with it, but decided it best to just let me help decide where and when we go. How sweet of him! I know that he can sometimes be an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-blue.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but ya'll I love him so much and every now and then, he reminds me why I love him so much! He has put so much into this trip and I am so excited about it. He didn't even bill it as "I get to dive and you get to tag along". He made the trip all about us, and then asked if maybe he could dive while we were down there. Diving is actually the reason that we decided on the cruise as opposed to flying somewhere because it is a short trip and something about you can't dive and fly within a certain time frame or you'll get the bends. And the bends are, well, BAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, because of the trip the diet has started. I have an appointment with Weight Watchers on Saturday, but today I am just eating better. I brought my lunch (hello Lean Cuisine) and some better snacks (as opposed to my chips). I hope to be down at least 15 pounds by the time our trip rolls around. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115098254797038962?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115098254797038962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115098254797038962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115098254797038962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115098254797038962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/bunch-o-stuff.html' title='Bunch O&apos; Stuff'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115092435621009531</id><published>2006-06-21T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:12:36.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ok, so we are definatly going somewhere.  Quite possibly the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/wacky-wednesday.html"&gt;cruise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  We've looked at some other options, but hell for that price......you can't beat that.  Now, do we drive to Miami (um, yeah long time in a freaking car) or do we look into flights?  I'm going with flying, but then I'm not the one footing the bill!  Whatever we do, in 3 months I will be going somewhere tropical.  Please pray that no hurricanes are a brewing then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And holy hell it is hot.....my weather pixie indicates that it is officially 100 degrees here.  As does my Weather Wizard on my computer. DAMN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115092435621009531?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115092435621009531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115092435621009531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115092435621009531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115092435621009531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-trip.html' title='My Trip!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115089656193594343</id><published>2006-06-21T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:29:22.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In celebration of summer's first day...........the Ladybug....too cool for school! (I took this this am in the car, she has on my old sunglasses because hers are "missing" (in other words, she lost them). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Too%20Cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Too%20Cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, summer is here......well "officially" anyway. It's been in Alabama for the past month. Our weather guy said last night that we have already had 30 days where the temperature has soared above 90. Today's High? 98. Yesterdays High? 97. Tomorrows High? 98. Yeah, it's HOT here. I will have to say this though, and quietly I might add, that while yes, it is very HOT here it has not been quite as humid as normal. Shhh....don't say anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/bigbrother7/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;returns tonight. Woo-hoo. I heart this show. Tonight is the first night where they bring back 20 previous houseguests and we, America get to vote for the 12 that enter the house. Personally I'm rooting for Nakomis, Kaysar, and Will. They were great players. Am I the only one who is addicted to this show? 3 times a week. Wow! I don't subscribe to the 24 hour feed, well you know cause if I did I wouldn't do anything but watch it all the time and then I might get fired, so I do go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mortystv.com/big_brother.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Morty's TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;to read the recaps for those people who do watch 24/7. I always know what is going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok, remember my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-randomness.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;previous post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;where I mentioned the unplanned vacay to the beach in a couple of weeks? Well get this, the hubster has decided that he wants to go somewhere in late September / early October to do some diving (he's a certified deep water diver, or something like that, I just don't quite share his *passion* for this). And I get to go. And it's going to be just us. We're trying to decide where to go. He found an awesome deal on a cruise to the Bahamas yesterday with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.royalcaribbean.com/findacruise/cruiseDetails/itineraryAndPricing.do;jsessionid=0000z9a-gZJdPh4H42W7RfJ6Fai:10ktdmqkf?packageCode=MJ04BM41&amp;date=20063&amp;amp;selectedCurrencyCode=&amp;amp;promoType="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Royal Carribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've never been on a cruise. We've also looked at using a friends time share and possibly going to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.floridakeys.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Florida Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;or to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sanibelflorida.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sanibel Island, Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; depending on flight rates. The cruise is something amazing like $238 a person. And that is a room with a real window, not a view of a wall. WOW. I'm thinking we will end up on the cruise. I am so excited. I am also officially on a diet. I can't take my fat ass somewhere this nice. Diet starts today. Must loose at least 15 pounds. Think I can do it? Any suggestions? Wow! Another vacay...and I really just cannot put into words how excited I am about this. It was all the hubsters idea and I am just thrilled. We haven't been on a trip like this since we got married. WOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Happy Wednesday Everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115089656193594343?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115089656193594343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115089656193594343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115089656193594343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115089656193594343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/wacky-wednesday.html' title='Wacky Wednesday'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115081046656821736</id><published>2006-06-20T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:34:26.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ballgame......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Here's some pictures from our Saturday night at the &lt;a href="http://www.biscuitsbaseball.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biscuits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; game. We went with the hubsters whole family (yeah, all 12 of us). Our seats were in the same section, but not all together. Our friends JC's Mom &amp; Dad also came along with J &amp;amp; C. It was a fun family night at the ballgame, complete with fireworks after the show. About once a month, one of the Credit Unions here sponsors fireworks after the baseball game. It is the only reason we were still hanging around, especially after the Baybears had a 7 run top of the ninth. The game was tied until that point. And it was late. And the Ladybug was extremely tired! We had a blast though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Alli &amp; her daddy enjoying the fireworks........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Allli%20&amp;amp;%20Daddy%20Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Allli%20%26%20Daddy%20Fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Fireworks.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;is what Alli thought of the fireworks....she'd never seen them before and was impressed, but the noise scared her a bit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20Fireworks%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20Fireworks%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Biscuits on the field!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Players.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Players.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; The Ladybug &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;amp;%20Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Mommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Blue Cotton Candy does this..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Blue%20Mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Blue%20Mouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; The hubster, me &amp; the Ladybug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Family%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Family%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; The Ladybug and her Big Mo (the mascot) stuffed animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; The Ladybug &amp; her daddy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;amp;%20Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So there you have it, recap of our night at the ballpark. I love having this minor league (they are a AA division of the Tampa Bay Devil Rays) so close by. The hubster's company has season tickets so we get to go often.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thanks for the encouraging words regarding my &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-i-want-to-be-when-i-grow-up.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hobby turned hopefully job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've checked out each suggestion each of you made and will keep you posted on my progress! If you know of anyone in my area that needs photos taken, please let me know. I'll be happy to take their pictures to build up my portfolio for no charge. I'll do prints for them at cost. Thanks so much ya'll!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115081046656821736?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115081046656821736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115081046656821736' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115081046656821736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115081046656821736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ballgame......'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115072766748450468</id><published>2006-06-19T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:34:27.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want to be When I grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lately, I've been giving a lot of thought to my career path in life. I actually have a degree in marketing. I do not use it in my current job. However, the pay at my current job, plus benefits is more than any marketing job that was available after I took some time off after the birth of my daughter. I enjoy my job. I work for a very small non profit organization and there are, count them, 4 of us in this office. I have a great working environment and a boss that is actually not a bad person to work for (I would not have said this during my first 6 months here, but now that I've been here just a little over 3 years, we have gelled and developed a fabulous working relationship.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've signed up for my 3rd photography class at a local university as part of their continuing education program. I've loved every one of them. I've also been very quiet about doing this, as I signed up as a way to get more out of the digital camera I got for Christmas and have somewhere along the lines fell in love with photography. I've kept most of my work under wraps for fear of someone not liking it. I shared some with some friends this weekend for the first time. I also shared my desire to become a photographer. They both loved my work and encouraged my dream. What great friends I have. The hubs has listened to me talk about this for months and was proud that I finally shared this with someone other than him. He wants me to be happy, but he also wants me to bring home some bacon. Therefore, I'm scared to try to do this. I'm scared to attempt to make a living doing something I love for fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to you, dear internet, is......what kind of equipment should I purchase? I've talked to my instructor who has given me some ideas and now I want more opinions. Most of my work so far has been pictures of my daughter. I also got some great shots at a recent wedding where the ladybug was a flowergirl. Ya'll, I think I've been so quiet about this because I think (no, I believe) that I have found my calling. I also am petrified to take a step and do this. I just don't know where to start. I don't know what camera or cameras to buy, what equipment I need or even how to market myself (funny from a marketing major huh?). I can market anything else, I just don't know how to sell myself. This is because myself is afraid of failure. I am afraid to put myself out there. I want to shoot children, families and weddings and I want to be GOOD. I want people to want me to be there photographer. But I'm scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that I think I've found my destiny in life, how do I move past the fear of failing and into making my dream a reality? I've never really been so sure of anything in my life. I don't know when or how I developed this love affair, though I think most of it comes from the digital camera for Christmas. I've just fallen in love with taking pictures. I always loved it before, but now that I can see instant results I am taking pictures of anything and everything. I also found that I have a talent for it. Who doesn't want to earn a living doing something that they truly love? Anyway, now that I know, I've got to find a way to step outside my comfort zone and do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Side note: Biscuits baseball pictures posted soon.............hope all you dads had a wonderful Father's Day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115072766748450468?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115072766748450468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115072766748450468' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115072766748450468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115072766748450468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-i-want-to-be-when-i-grow-up.html' title='What I Want to be When I grow up'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115046935310467053</id><published>2006-06-16T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:49:13.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Free For All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Welcome to my Friday Free for All. Kinda like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-randomness.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, I've got several random (and probably pointless) thoughts running around in my head so this post is probably going nowhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, thanks to a horrible cycle (damn you aunt flow) related migraine, I didn't get to watch the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3079110/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Matt Lauer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;interview with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.britneyspears.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Britney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032600/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dateline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; last night. Not to worry, I Tivo'd it. I don't know when I'll have a chance to watch it, but I will. I started watching it and then was knocked to the floor by the pain. I took a pain killer (nighty nighty) and went to bed. When I get these shit ass headaches (and they are always related to stupid auntie flow) I can do nothing but sleep them off with a little help from Mr. Narcotic. I also usually know when they are coming and wasn't surprised at all when she showed up last night. I had the signs, I knew it was coming so I had already turned on the TIVO when the show began. Of what I saw, well HELLO Britney's Boobs. She was busting out of her slightly too small top. DAMN woman has some boobs thanks to her babies! LOL. And, and I am seriously hoping that there was some sock eating monster that invaded his suitcase while on the plane from New York to LA and not that he thought this look was cool, but where were Matt Lauer's socks? He didn't have on any, and with jeans and the loafers he had on, well that was just not a look that he should have been going for. I actually kinda feel sorry for Britney, in a sick, train wreck sorta way. She does need to dump the Federline though, but only my opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As for my weekend plans, well dang they just got busier. My mom, sister and I are going to visit a friend's grave in the morning, on the 2 year anniversary of the day that her life was tragically cut very short. This in itself is a whole nother post, and I will write on it one day as her bastard husband will go on trial beginning in 2 weeks for her death. Yes, she was a victim of domestic violence. The 2 year anniversary has snuck up on me. It doesn't seem like she has been gone that long. I actually thought of her the other day when there was a mouse in my house (and then the very next day an exterminator). I was freaking out about it and I know that she was smiling down on my laughing her ass off because once before she had to remove one from my house. She just picked it up by its tail and took it outside where she very calmly set it free. Let's just say my release of the mouse was not nearly as graceful as hers. I know she laughed when I threw the towel over it's little mousy body and then ran like hell out the door where I flung the mouse into the ditch. I'm sure all the poor mouse could say was "damn". I missed her so much on Tuesday as I captured the little mouse. In mentioning the story to my sister, she reminded me that the 2 year mark was approaching. We've bought our flowers and I've written my yearly letter, but I find myself missing her so much. She was a beautiful person and a wonderful mother. Her son now lives with his father (not the maniac who killed her) and I wonder everyday if he'll ever know just how special his mother was? He was just 2 years old when she was killed. I think of her often, and have a beautiful mural that she painted in the Ladybug's room. I'll try to remember to take a picture over the weekend and post it. I hope that we have built a new house by the time the Ladybug outgrows this mural, because I do not have the heart to paint over it. My only regret on the mural is that I never got her to come and sign her work. I always thought that I'd have plenty of time for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sorry to have brought ya'll down with the part above. On a bright note, we are all set to go on our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-randomness.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;unplanned vacay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;! I am so excited. I wish we were leaving today, but the weekend will be here soon enough! I'm thrilled that the hubster and I will be getting away for some quality time. We need it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you have never read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://poopandboogies.blogspot.com/2006/06/introducing.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;William's Poop and Boogies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then you are missing out. But I just wanted to give him and his wife a shout out, as they welcomed a new baby boy this week! Congrats Ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hope everyone has a happy and safe weekend.....I'll try to have some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biscuitsbaseball.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Biscuits Baseball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pics for ya'll on Monday! Oh, and we've put off going to see Cars again. DAMN, I know that Alli beginning to think I am never going to take her to see this. I promised that we would go next Saturday and nothing is going to keep me from taking her then. I don't care what my MIL thinks we need to do, or what her daddy thinks we need to do or what anybody thinks we need to do, her and I are going to the movies. It's a date. I wrote it on her calendar this time, and she's crossing off each day until it is time, so we're going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115046935310467053?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115046935310467053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115046935310467053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115046935310467053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115046935310467053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-free-for-all.html' title='Friday Free For All'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115040572511973829</id><published>2006-06-15T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:20:05.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRETA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*please go &lt;a href="http://www.kookyandspooky.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to send your own wishes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115040572511973829?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115040572511973829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115040572511973829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115040572511973829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115040572511973829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-greta-please-go-here-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115037737055345915</id><published>2006-06-15T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:24:52.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because I have a lot of things running around in this crazy little head of mine, today's post, well yeah, the title sums it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, like we are all drawn to train wrecks, I find it "must see tv" to watch the Britney Spears interview tonight with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3079110/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt Lauer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. (It's on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13266573/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dateline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.) First I must find out what she has to say about the big ole giant piece of white trash that she has become. I'm guessing that I am not going to hear her say "that KFED is a douchebag". However, like a moth to a flame, I must see what she has to say. And secondly, HELLO....it's Matt Lauer in primetime. I love Matt Lauer! I have a thing for news guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3079110/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt Lauer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/CNN/Programs/anderson.cooper.360/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anderson Cooper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hannity.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sean Hannity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. Love them! So, I'll watch it and I'm sure scream at her at least once during the interview. But I will not scream at my Matt! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kookyandspooky.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; showed me the light and said that the reason that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/art-of-communication.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"C"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; will have to take antibiotics before going to the dentist, should his heart not heal before he is 3 is because when you go to the dentist you can stir up all kinds of bacteria and grossness that can cause an infection in your heart. Who knew? Thanks Greta! Practicing without a license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out last night that we are going to go to the beach in like a month. This is an unplanned trip! Woo-hoo! My sister and her boyfriend are going and they got a great deal on a townhouse so they asked us to tag along. Ya'll, 2 nights in PC Beach for $125 a couple? That is UNHEARD of! It's in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walkercondos.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;great complex &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that is right across the street from the beach. They have their own clubhouse and pool and beach bar on the beach side. How awesome. And the hubster said we could go! YEAH! I love the beach! And a trip that I wasn't planning on! How lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is already full and I thought that we'd be able to be lazy and just hang out. No such luck! We've got supper club Friday night (I'm looking forward to this though) and then are going to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biscuitsbaseball.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biscuits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; (yeah, our minor league baseball team is the Biscuits...) game on Saturday night with my whole freaking in law family. I'd rather swim in a pool of scissors! Oh well, at least they have draft beer there! I had also promised the Ladybug that we would try to go see Cars this weekend. I hope that we can find time to squeeze that in on Saturday afternoon because Sunday we've got a cookout with my dad. Geez, for someone who didn't have anything to do this weekend, I sure can fill one up fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, last night we ate dinner with my parents. It was great southern style food. Fried pork chops, fried eggplant, fried green tomatoes (are you realizing a theme here?), cream corn and great old fashioned corn bread. It was THE BEST! I'll have to go with something a little less heavy today for lunch (should I ever be hungry again) because I think my arteries need to be declogged! Thank GAWD we don't eat like that everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also added a new link over to the side to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://taniaspages.blogspot.com///"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;scrapbook pages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. This is a new blog I just started to show off my scappin! Hope ya'll like it. Don't forget to check out my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://100thingsonmanicmommie.blogspot.com///"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115037737055345915?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115037737055345915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115037737055345915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115037737055345915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115037737055345915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-randomness.html' title='Thursday Randomness'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115031546896446088</id><published>2006-06-14T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:08:22.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Bloggers.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/2996xl[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/2996xl%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I have joined. Have you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I "stole" this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinktangerine2.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Kept Woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It originally is the brainchild of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dcroe.com/2996/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The object is to get 2996 bloggers to each honor a victim of 9/11 on the Fifth Anniversary this September. You do not and will not honor the terrorists. Their names or cause shall not be mentioned. I have been assigned the name of David LaForge, who perished at the World Trade Center. I will do a post on him on September 11, 2006 in honor of the Fifth Anniversary of the attack on US soil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Want to do your part? Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dcroe.com/2996/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and let Dale know. He'll assign you a name via email. On 9/11 we will all link together and honor the 2996 victims of the attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I absolutely believe in this mission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We as bloggers can accept it. I hope that you will stand with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115031546896446088?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115031546896446088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115031546896446088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115031546896446088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115031546896446088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/calling-all-bloggers.html' title='Calling All Bloggers.....'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-115029411407439867</id><published>2006-06-14T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:23:37.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I have spent the last two days in a class about how to communicate more effectively. I'm guessing my boss sent me there so that I could learn how to communicate without sounding so much like a bitch. Bad news for him. I am a bitch. Anyway, the class was actually somewhat informative, but like most classes that you go to, applying the techniques learned in the real world just somehow doesn't seem feasible. For instance, I work with the most negative person on the planet. She oozes negativity. Just to walk toward her end of the building is a dreadful walk. She is the most negative person ever. Nothing is ever right and it is also never her fault. The world hates her. Blah. I'm tired of her "feel sorry for me, I'm a single mother" bullshit. She has 2 kids with two different baby daddies. She has never been married. See, for me this is a choice SHE made. But somehow, the world is to blame. Anyway, I digress. I learned in my class how to address her negativity without being a bitch. Really, I want to tell her where to shove it. I don't know if I'll try what I learned. I don't know if it would do any good really. What I do know is that I am tired of her negativity. It radiates to me. And then I'm crappy. Ya'll, I'm a happy person. (I learned in my class that I am a relater, in case you were curious). I am almost always friendly and upbeat even if the world were crashing in around me. I'm just that type of person. So working with her, well it's a pain in the ass. Anyway I'm still deciding how to use my "training" to speak to her about her negativity. I'll let ya'll know what I find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I want to thank everyone again for their prayers regarding our friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/whos-got-soul.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JC's Mom &amp; Dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and the discovery that C had a heart murmur. I previously stated that they wouldn't go to the pediatric cardiologist until the end of this month, but they lucked up and got an appointment this past Monday. Ya'll, he is FINE! He does have a very tiny (microscopic) whole in his heart. It is absolutely NOTHING to worry about. Worse case scenario if it doesn't heal on it's on? He'll have to take antibiotics before going to the dentist (and if anyone can explain this, please tell me why?). Anyway, thanks again so much for your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh, and I obviously did not melt away in the Alabama heat at the birthday party this weekend. What I did do however, was spend so much time chasing my 3 year old around that NOT ONE picture was taken. I promise to do better in the future. I will try to get caught up on your blogs as soon as possible. As you can imagine after having been out for 2 days finding my desk under all the crap negative Nelly didn't do is quite the task. I've missed ya'll and I'll get to reading and find out what's going on with each of you soon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ok, the first time I tried to publish this, blogger the bitch said that there was a "broken pipe".  WTF?  Why does blogger suck so freaking bad?  I am seriously considering a change over to wordpress.  I'll let you know if I fly the coup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-115029411407439867?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/115029411407439867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=115029411407439867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115029411407439867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/115029411407439867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/art-of-communication.html' title='The Art of Communication'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114985933468407919</id><published>2006-06-09T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:22:14.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank GAWD It is Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This has been a long week. From the beginning of the week when the husband was an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-blue.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; to dealing with the 3 year old all alone all week because the hubs has had softball all week I am so glad that today is FINALLY FRIDAY. I am exhausted. On a positive note, I have managed to get a shitload done in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/blow-by-blow.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;, something that I had not lately found the time to do. So at least I was productive. I've decided I scrap better when I am pissed. Something about releasing pent up energy or something. I scrap to keep me from beating the shit out of my husband. HA! Blogger has been a bitch all week so I haven't managed to upload the remainder of my page pictures and I just don't feel like dealing with it today. They are supposed to be doing some maintenance this afternoon so hopefully that will help with the problem (cough cough, um yeah, sure it will). Anyway, I've tried to comment on your blogs but it wouldn't let me. I wish I had been in the mood to fight with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;As a reward for being a single mom all week, the hubs is keeping the ladybug on Sunday. I will be spending the day lounging in the pool with my sister and some other girlfriends. Nice. I do however have to get through my nephew D's birthday party tomorrow. It's from 11-2 (isn't that kinda long?) and its OUTSIDE. HELLO? Do you know how hot it is supposed to be in Alabama tomorrow? Um, yeah 97. HOT! Which won't be a problem for the kiddos as they are swimming, but what about the parents suffering in the heat? Anyway, providing I don't melt away on Saturday, Sunday I shall be in the pool. I'll post some b'day party pics on Monday if Blogger cooperates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Happy Freaking Friday Everybody! The weekend is almost here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114985933468407919?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114985933468407919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114985933468407919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114985933468407919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114985933468407919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-gawd-it-is-friday.html' title='Thank GAWD It is Friday'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114978058282132455</id><published>2006-06-08T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:29:42.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger is Still a BITCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well I tried AGAIN to upload those photos.  Again with no luck.  Sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kookyandspooky.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Greta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I do want to say though that after much work I have finally completed my 100 things list.  You can go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://100thingsonmanicmommie.blogspot.com///"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, no more posts today.  I'll try to do the pictures again tomorrow.  Damn you blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114978058282132455?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114978058282132455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114978058282132455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114978058282132455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114978058282132455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogger-is-still-bitch.html' title='Blogger is Still a BITCH!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114977203691243689</id><published>2006-06-08T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:36:17.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, Blogger is a bitch again today so I am not able (so far) to upload the rest of my scapbook pages that I worked on when I was so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-blue.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pissed off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So, maybe one day soon blogger will quit acting crappy! (yeah....um....right!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ok, so I saw this sign on my way to work at our local &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kentuckyfriedchicken.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KFC,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; and it read: "New Famous Mashed Potato Bowls". Can something really be new and famous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://www.randomandodd.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Here is a case of karma biting someone in the ass. Check out this website on the &lt;a href="http://www.evanwashere.com/StolenSidekick/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;stolen sidekick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If only I had had the guts to do this when my cell phone was stolen back in March. The idiot answered mine as well. STUPID! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114977203691243689?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114977203691243689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114977203691243689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114977203691243689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114977203691243689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-crap.html' title='Well Crap!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114968579993750912</id><published>2006-06-07T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:32:05.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blow By Blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok, so last night I planned to have "the talk" with the hubster that I talked about in this &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-blue.html"&gt;post.&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, thanks to everyone for your comments. &lt;a href="http://www.kookyandspooky.blogspot.com"&gt;Greta&lt;/a&gt;, turns out I didn't have to back down, which is a good damn thing because I wasn't going too. I rarely do. I am pretty darn selfish myself and my husband puts up with a lot from me. He's great and normally not premenstrual or what the hell ever has been going on with him. And &lt;a href="http://www.cheekygrin0207.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheeky&lt;/a&gt;, yeah, something is freaky with the planets. Because get this, and please don't fall out in the floor like I did, he came in after his ballgame, much LATER than I anticipated (so now you know I am PISSED) and says before I have a chance to ask him anything that "he's sorry he's late, it turned into a double header and that he's sorry he has has his head in his ass the past couple of days". Girls, I nearly passed out from freaking SHOCK! We talked and now everything is all good. Which, please don't get me wrong I am so grateful for, but shit, why the hell does he have to act like this in the first place? Why are men such big, pathetic babies? Anyway, things seem to be on the mend here at Manic Mommies house, much love to each of you for your support. I *heart* all of you and could not have imagined the outpouring of love that each of you (especially &lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com/"&gt;V&lt;/a&gt;, dedicating a video on her blog to me). Thanks Blog Buddies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now, for Greta here's some of the scrapbook pages I got done when I "stole" her scrapping mojo. There's more but blogger is a bitch and won't let me load them. I'll try again later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;From our Gulf Shores beach trip......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Beach%20trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Beach%20trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The really young ladybug (see told you I was behind, I've got like 5 books going on) feeding a baby calf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Halloween, from 2 years (SHUT UP) ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Believe it or not, just last summer, the ladybug &amp; I at Gym &amp;amp; Swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Gym%20&amp;%20Swim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Gym%20%26%20Swim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pictures of the ladybug and J. These are both new and old. I had been wanting to do a page of them for her book and I finally got it done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Jack%20&amp;%20Alli.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Jack%20%26%20Alli.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, that's it. Thanks again to all of you for your great comments and words of advice. I was prepared for the "blow by blow" but turns out I didn't need it. I love it when he just gives in because he knows that it's easier to just admit his ass was wrong than to deal with the wrath of me anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Wednesday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114968579993750912?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114968579993750912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114968579993750912' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114968579993750912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114968579993750912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/blow-by-blow.html' title='The Blow By Blow'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114962171587420420</id><published>2006-06-06T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:59:47.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ok, for starters, let me first say thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.chesneygirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Chesney Girl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com"&gt;Veronica&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.kookyandspooky.blogspot.com"&gt;Greta&lt;/a&gt; for "showing me the love" after my last &lt;a href="http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-grind.html"&gt;post.&lt;/a&gt; I do have the blues and I don't really know where to start or how to get out of them. I've taken more Xanex in the past few days then I think is probably consider a "safe dose". (Ok, not seriously, but you know). Here's why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;For starters, the hubs and I had our once every three to four months money argument on Friday night. Basically, he thinks I spend too much, and yeah, I'll admit it, I'm the spender of the family, he's the penny pincher. But what he questions is not the stuff that I buy that I don't need (you know, new flip flops or other crap I "need") it's the stuff I buy that we actually need that gets him. This fight started over a $175.00 Wal Mart tab. Well let's see, I bought his $15.00 razors, his new underwear and basic necessities that our house needs in order to function normally (you know, groceries, toilet paper) and I hadn't been in a couple of weeks. I do usually try to go every week, but damn, we've been gone a lot lately and I just haven't had the freaking time! HOW DARE I? We shouldn't need food! Anyway, the fight itself is not this issue, or maybe it is. Usually after this argument we kiss and make up and all is good (basically he realizes that well you know maybe we do need groceries). Not this time. He pouted and sulked and basically did not say 2 words to me afterwards on Friday night (I went to bed pissed off...which we never do) and pretty much nothing on Saturday until we met up with our friends to go to the lake. At the lake everything was great, so I (stupid me) figured that he was finally through being an ass and that things were good with us. NOPE. When we got home on Sunday he was back to his moody ass self, not saying anything to me unless it was required and then short sentences. WTF? I thought we were ok now? Now I know, I probably should have said something to him, but I was tired and not in the mood for an argument, especially not one we had already had and one that I thought was already resolved. Anyway, back to Sunday. We get home from the lake and he and the ladybug lay down to take a nap because he wasn't feeling well (well I didn't tell him to drink like a fucking fish on Saturday and then vomit, but you know it's still somehow someway my freaking fault). No biggie. I can get some stuff done in peace and quiet. So I do some laundry, tidy up the house and wash our sheets and comforters because I found a flea on the Mollie dog and I.HATE.FLEAS so the whole house had to be fumigated. So while they are napping freely I'm working my ass off. We cook steaks and twice baked potatoes for supper (at his request I might add, I was going to go with plain ol baked ones, but he asked so I obliged, without a thank you) and then who cleans up the kitchen? Um, well see that would be me. And then, I ask him to bathe the ladybug but it seems he's too wrapped up in the women's softball college world series (HUH? how exciting) to get up off his lazy ass and do it, so guess what, I did it. Me, miss "I've been busting my ass" today. All the while his moodiness is getting worse. Again, I go to bed pissed off. Monday I am off, he leaves for work with a quick peck on my cheek because I am awake because my body forgot that I took the day off and got up at normal time. No worries. I sat on the porch swing with my coke and smokes and read some of my trashy summer novel. It was nice. Still moody husband though. He gets home last night late (like 10:00) because he had a softball game at 8:30 and well we live so far out coming home would have been stupid (ok, I'm trying to rationalize his behavior, he could have come home, but that would have meant contact with me and possibly having to do something around here) and I was asleep. I got up early this morning (because now, having gone to bed 3 straight nights this pissed off I can no longer sleep) and was getting dressed when he left. Crappy ass kiss on the cheek again. No conversation. ZERO. We've said, I swear to GAWD, 8 words to each other total since Sunday. EIGHT WORDS. That's it. When what i want to say to him is to KISS MY ASS. So tonight, he's got another softball game, but this one is earlier. I'm hoping to get the ladybug in bed and then be waiting on him when he gets home. I simply cannot handle this shit anymore. I'm so confused and shit, lonely. This is not like us. I wish I knew what his issue was. The thing is, he does this every so often. It's like his PMS or something. But instead of being monthly, it's like every 4 months, therefore you have a whole lot of shit to put up with. I just don't get it anymore. I'm tired. I'm tired of his shit. I'm tired of the way he's treating me (and it's only been like what 4 days?). But I'm tired. I swear I think he looks right through me and I don't get it. I'm wondering what the fuck else is going on with him, but you know, clamming up and all he's not telling me. SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yeah, just SHIT. Therefore I feel like SHIT. And I'm not even pissed anymore. I'm tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And just so you know, the reason I've let it go on this long with me feeling this way is because I've apologized after the money fight.  It's his turn.  And I'm so damn stubborn that I'll keep it this way until it's just driving me crazy and eating away at me (or until he apologizes FIRST) before I go and be the one that caves in.  I know, it's wrong.  It's a selfish way to be, but yeah, I'm bitchy like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114962171587420420?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114962171587420420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114962171587420420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114962171587420420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114962171587420420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114960259884304537</id><published>2006-06-06T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:03:18.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Grind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I took yesterday off, well just because I can. I didn't have any major plans or major reason for doing it. I just did. I kept the ladybug home with me and we had a great day. We met JC's Mom, along with J &amp; C at Chick Fil A for lunch and then headed up to my cousin's store for some pottery painting. When we got home, since it was way too late for ladybug to nap, I pulled out her blow up pool and she splish splashed while I attempted to get a little bit of sun. We were out there for about an hour or so. We came in, ate some supper and then she worked on her scrapbook while I worked on mine. I was on a roll, I got like 8 pages done before I went to bed. I plan on doing some more tonight. I have A LOT that I need to catch up on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyway, I am back at the grind today. Do you ever feel like when you take a day off that no one in your office did a damn thing when you were gone? How could they of when it is all on your desk! I swear, I am going to be swamped today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We went to the lake this weekend with our friends and crazy me forgot my camera. I wish I hadn't though, as there were some very "camera worthy" moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've also got some issues going on that I might discuss on this blog. Since this blog is supposed to be my journal, I guess I should because it might help to work them out on paper. And who knows, maybe those of you who read this (yeah, all 3 of you) might actually be able to offer me some sound advice. Maybe in a couple of days I'll feel like it and have the time to do it. In the meantime, just keep Manic Mommie in your prayers, I'm having a rough couple of days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thanks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy Tuesday Everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;oh and you would think that blogger's spell check would recognize the word "blog". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114960259884304537?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114960259884304537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114960259884304537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114960259884304537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114960259884304537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the Grind'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114928143732056381</id><published>2006-06-02T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:50:37.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Left Her for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ok, so Matthew McConaughey, the big hottie, sexiest man alive and stupid Penelope Cruz have called it quits because of their "busy schdules"  Really, its because (direct Matthew quote here) "I am in love with Manic Mommie and must be with her.  I can no longer deny my feelings".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;How hot is he?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/MM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/MM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; See, here, he's undressing me with his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/McConaughey55026292[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/McConaughey55026292%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Yeah, a girl can dream right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114928143732056381?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114928143732056381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114928143732056381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114928143732056381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114928143732056381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/he-left-her-for-me.html' title='He Left Her for Me'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114925976078096496</id><published>2006-06-02T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T14:55:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just My Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/USA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/USA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114925976078096496?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114925976078096496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114925976078096496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114925976078096496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114925976078096496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-just-my-opinion.html' title='It&apos;s Just My Opinion'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114917214710028548</id><published>2006-06-01T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:29:07.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, See Today.....I Got Nothing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I give you this, very funny email that my sister sent me.  Women,  you know you can relate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ladies Public Restroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman will TRULY relate to this story (and men will better understand...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother was a fanatic about public bathrooms. When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the  seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat.   Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I'd have wet down my leg and we'd have to go home to change my clothes. That was a long time ago. Even now, in my more mature years, "The  Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain, especially when one's bladder  is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to "go" in a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Victoria's Secret underwear in there. So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, who  are also crossing their legs and smiling politely. You get closer and check for  feet under the stall doors. Every one is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you  dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find  the door won't latch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter.  The dispenser for the new-fangled "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't -- so you carefully but quickly hang it around your neck (Grandma would turn over in her  grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The  Stance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, relief. More relief. But then your thighs begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet  paper on it, so you hold "The Stance" as your thighs experience a quake that  would register an eight on the Richter scale.  To take your mind off of  your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet  paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your grandmother's voice saying,  "Honey, if you would have tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday -- the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do.  You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your  thumbnail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest,  and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle, and sliding down, directly onto the insidious  toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper -- not that there was any, even if you  had taken time to try.  You know that your grandmother would be utterly ashamed of you if she knew, because you're certain that her bare bottom never  touched a public toilet seat because, "Frankly, dear, you just don't KNOW what  kind of diseases you could get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain that suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper  dispenser for fear of being dragged off to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket, then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the  faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and, at  this point, no longer able to smile politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River! (Where was it when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has since entered, used and exited the men's restroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for you. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around  your neck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to women everywhere who have ever had to deal with a public restroom (rest??? You've got to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the  men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked  question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other woman can hold the door, hold your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You know we've all been there!  I just wish I could manage to teach the Ladybug "the stance".  Until that day, that GAWD that Charmin makes those cool disposable toilet seat covers that come like 5 to a pack and fit neatly in your purse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114917214710028548?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114917214710028548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114917214710028548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114917214710028548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114917214710028548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeah-see-todayi-got-nothing.html' title='Yeah, See Today.....I Got Nothing.....'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114908330365369387</id><published>2006-05-31T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:58:32.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap...Complete with Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So this weekend the hubs, Ladybug and I went to my Mema and Papa John's house on Lake Martin.  We headed up Friday night and came home on Monday.  My parents were also there as were my sister and her boyfriend.  On Sunday we had a ton of people come up and hang out at the dock, go for boat rides and eat some of my dad's world famous (these things are DAMN GOOD) ribs.  It was a great weekend!  Here are some pics form the adventure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This is the ladybug and the hubs.  I took this Sunday afternoon after she had spent about 10 hours in the water!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Walt%20&amp;%20Alli%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Walt%20%26%20Alli%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is the "group" on Saturday...(from L to R) the hubs, Ladybug, my mom, my dad, the sister and her boyfriend....notice the beers in everyone's hand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This is the hubs and the ladybug.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Walt%20&amp;%20Alli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Walt%20%26%20Alli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My dad driving and the hubs drinking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Dad%20&amp;%20Walt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Dad%20%26%20Walt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My dad and the ladybug....check out how long her hair is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Dad%20&amp;%20Alli.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Dad%20%26%20Alli.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Dad.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Dad.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The ladybug.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me &amp; the ladybug (damn, I look like I'm struggling a bit here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20&amp;amp;%20Me.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20%26%20Me.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If she wasn't in the lake, then she was in her pool.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20Pool.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20Pool.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We had a great time!  So much so that this weekend the hubs and I and some friends are heading up there again....but this time the ladybug is staying with my parents!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114908330365369387?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114908330365369387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114908330365369387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114908330365369387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114908330365369387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-recapcomplete-with-pictures.html' title='Weekend Recap...Complete with Pictures!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114901153399894379</id><published>2006-05-30T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:52:14.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintain Your Insanity....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Because I left my camera at home today, I can't post any pics of my weekend trip to the lake.  I will say that the weather was hot and beautiful and the trip itself was a much needed break.  We had a wonderful time, and I think I am still wringing my child out from the massive amount of time she spent in the water of the weekend!  She is such a water baby!  Anyway, I hope each of you had a wonderful and safe Holiday weekend, that you all said a little "thank you" to everyone that has fought for our freedom and that you all got to spend your Holiday time doing what you wanted.  I'll recap more tomorrow and post pics.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now, here's something for each of you to maintain your level of insanity every day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;20 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. At Lunch, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; 3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It"In."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone has Gotten over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Smuggling Diamonds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't use any punctuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat,with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;12. Sing Along At The Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won, I Won!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;18 When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; 19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity.......Repost This To Make Your Friends Smile. It's called therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114901153399894379?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114901153399894379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114901153399894379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114901153399894379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114901153399894379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/maintain-your-insanity.html' title='Maintain Your Insanity....'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114867154711212235</id><published>2006-05-26T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T15:25:47.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Heading Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is a picture of the lake that we are heading to for Memorial Day Weekend.  We are going there tonight sometime.  We've still go to load up the car and get everything together, but we decided we'd rather wake up there tomorrow morning than have to get up and drive.  It's only about an hour a way, but you know, isn't it always nicer to wake up somewhere other than your own bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;On Holiday weekends you can walk from one side of the lake to the other, and never step foot on water, that's how many boats flock to this particular point on the lake.  It's where people who don't have lake houses go in their boats.  Personally, I'm glad my grandparents have a place.  We'll cruise over here and spend some time, but at least we have a home on the lake that isn't a boat.  Look...the picture could be titled "Redneck Yacht Club".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I love it up here though.....I can't wait to be there already.  Working is a distraction at this point.  Woo-hoo Summer is here!  Show me the water baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful Holiday weekend....stay safe and drink one for me! (I'm sure I'll have plenty!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114867154711212235?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114867154711212235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114867154711212235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114867154711212235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114867154711212235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-heading-here.html' title='I&apos;m Heading Here'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114865950486373392</id><published>2006-05-26T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:05:04.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray For Me!</title><content type='html'>All by my little self, I figured out how to fix all the errors I created yesterday on my blog!  I even added video and more links.  I am so proud of me, because believe me I am a computer idiot!  But lookie......I did it all by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later, because frankly I'm having a hard time concentrating on work when we are headed to the lake in like 6 hours for the entire weekend.  My mind, well it's already riding on the boat and sipping a cold one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114865950486373392?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114865950486373392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114865950486373392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114865950486373392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114865950486373392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/hooray-for-me.html' title='Hooray For Me!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114859082025068363</id><published>2006-05-25T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:00:20.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who brought the idiot?</title><content type='html'>Ok, Someone please help me....I am a blogging idiot and I've screwed up eveything!  I lost all my links and even the page you type on is wrong, I've lost the colors option and ugh!  Please help!  Leave a comment on how I can contact you, because seriously, my blog, it needs help! NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114859082025068363?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114859082025068363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114859082025068363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114859082025068363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114859082025068363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-brought-idiot.html' title='Who brought the idiot?'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114856334742606046</id><published>2006-05-25T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T09:49:10.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Got Soul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well lookie here! I didn't have to pitch a hissy fit after all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;TAYLOR HICKS WINS AMERICAN IDOL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Taylor%20Wins!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Taylor%20Wins%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;SOUL PATROL! SOUL PATROL! SOUL PATROL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now on to some other things: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. The creepy guy singing with Clay Aiken. Hello? Can you say stalker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2. Prince-WOW! What a surprise! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3. Puck &amp; Pickler-I loved this for some reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I could recap more, but hell if you didn't watch it then you don't care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And one more thing, please say a little prayer for our friends J&amp;amp;C"s mom &amp;amp; dad. She took C to the doctor on Tuesday for his 6 month check up and they found out that C has a heart murmur. It is serious enough that her pediatrician referred them to a pediatric cardiologist. They don't go until the end of June, so naturally she is freaking out. Please, pray for them that this is nothing serious. Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114856334742606046?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114856334742606046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114856334742606046' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114856334742606046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114856334742606046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/whos-got-soul.html' title='Who&apos;s Got Soul?'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114847680938941382</id><published>2006-05-24T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:29:36.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Sayin.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;TAYLOR HICKS WINS AMERICAN IDOL!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;(*and if the slut wins then I will pitch a hissy fit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114847680938941382?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114847680938941382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114847680938941382' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114847680938941382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114847680938941382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-just-sayin.html' title='I&apos;m Just Sayin.........'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114840621769293469</id><published>2006-05-23T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:43:37.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to Know Me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm borrowing this one from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foofalooloos.typepad.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veronica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you borrow from me, please let me know and go let V know as well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Here's some get to know me facts (this is an email that circulates around every once in a while, it's pretty cool and it helps you get to know people, so I'd love it if you'd play along!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. First Name:  Tania (pronounced TA-KNEE-YA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. Were you named after anyone? Heck no! I think my parents were on drugs when they named me in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3.  When did you last cry?  At Grey's Anatomy, and I'm talking some serious bawling my eyes out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4.  Do you like your handwriting?  I suppose it is ok, it's not real neat though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. What is your favorite lunch meat?  Turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6. Kids? Just one little ladybug....with no plans for any future ladybugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7.  If you were another person would you be friends with yourself?  Um..yeah. Duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8.  Do you have a journal?  I'm hoping this blog counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;9.  Do you use sarcasm a lot?  hardly ever (find the sarcasm there?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;10.  Do you still have your tonsils?  yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;11.  Would you bungee jump? HELL NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;12.  What is your favorite cereal? Rice Krispies (and does it count if my favorite form of these is Rice Krispie treats?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;13.  Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?  um no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;14. Do you think you are strong?  Sometimes I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;15.  What is your favorite ice cream? Mayfield Turtle Tracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;16.  Shoe size? 8 1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;17.  Red or pink? Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;18.  What is the least favorite thing about yourself? my thighs and my c-section tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;19.  What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?  Khaki pants w/ a black top and black sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;20.  Last thing you ate?  Seaseme chicken.  It was just lunch time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;21.  What are you listening to right now?  "Jesus Take the Wheel" by Carrie Underwood, its on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;22.  If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;23.  Favorite smell?  hmmm......fresh baked cookies or apple pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;24.  Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?  a customer, other than that my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;25.  The first thing you notice about people you are attracted to? their smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;26.  Favorite drink? Coke classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;27. Favorite sport? Alabama Football or NASCAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;28.  Who do you miss the most? my grandad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;29.  Hair color? Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;30.  Eye color? Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;31.  Do you wear contacts? Only if I want to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;32.  Favorite Food? Steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;33.  Scary movies or happy endings?  Happy endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;34.  Last movie you watched?  Walk the Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;35.  What color shirt are you wearing? black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;36.  Summer or winter? Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;37.  Hugs or kisses? Do I have to choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;38.  Favorite dessert?  Apple pie w/ ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;39.  What books are you reading?  I'm somehow guessing that "Guess  How Much I Love You" doesn't count!  I just finished reading "The 10 people you meet in heaven".  AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;40.  What's on your mouse pad? DELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;41.  What did you watch on TV last night? Deal or No Deal and CSI:Miami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;42.  Rolling Stones or Beatles?  Rolling Stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;48. The furtherst you have been from home? Red Lodge, Montana snow skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;49. Do you have a special talent?  I can burp the alaphabet, but again, not sure if that is a talent and beer must be involved! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;50. When and where were you born? March 16, 1976 at Baptist South Hospital in Montgomery, Alabama.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114840621769293469?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114840621769293469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114840621769293469' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114840621769293469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114840621769293469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-to-know-me.html' title='Get to Know Me.....'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114839416344744289</id><published>2006-05-23T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:22:43.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Tivo</title><content type='html'>Ok, tonight is a "Thank GAWD for TIVO night".  Why?  Well because for starters I have a meeting at 6:30 that will probably run long.  Secondly, it is the last singing night for American Idol.  Can't miss that.  Thirdly (and I'm not even sure thirdly is a word) it is the Academy of Country Music Awards.  What's a girl to do?  My current plan is to go to the meeting and hope we get done at a decent hour, head home and watch AI.  Then, if it isn't entirely too late for me, I will begin watching the ACMs.  I can fast forward through the crap I care nothing about.  If it is too late for me, well then I'll watch the ACM's on another night because I can't watch them tomorrow night because of the finale of American Idol.  I'm going to watch it with my sister.  But I have to watch tonight and while I am watching the voting lines will be open and I can vote for Taylor.  Listen up Taylor Hicks fans..........get out and VOTE!  That little slut McPheebe is going to try to turn it up and get the "hound" vote so you have got to VOTE VOTE VOTE for Taylor!  He is the next American Idol, but it is up to you to make sure to it!  I do not want to see McPheebe as the next American Idol.  Do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I had a blast at our camping trip on Saturday.  I got extremely drunk, which I guess is the only way I was going to make it out in the wilderness.  We had a blast though! I do have pictures and I will post them sometime this week...I promise!  I am much more excited about this upcoming weekend though.  We are going to the lake on Saturday and staying until Monday and here we will have indoor plumbing and most importantly.......as shower!  I plan on spending as much time as is humanly possible out on the boat.  We will have the ladybug with us, but lucky me, she's as much of a water lover as I am!  This weekend...if anybody needs me, just look for the boat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114839416344744289?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114839416344744289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114839416344744289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114839416344744289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114839416344744289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you-tivo.html' title='Thank You Tivo'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114806326039390012</id><published>2006-05-19T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:05:42.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I not surprised?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That according to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gaia647/quizzes/Which%20Grey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, I am her......I am so much like her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Izzy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Izzy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Grey's Anatomy character are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm just glad it didn't say I was Meredith! (other than the fact that she gets to do McDreamy).....and OMG that love scene....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114806326039390012?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114806326039390012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114806326039390012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114806326039390012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114806326039390012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-am-i-not-surprised.html' title='Why am I not surprised?'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114805316101686597</id><published>2006-05-19T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:15:08.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post Brought to You by the Letter "G"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ok, so this week when I really should have been working, I stumbled across a couple of new blogs that I am really liking. One them is the &lt;a href="http://kookyandspooky.blogspot.com"&gt;Adams Family&lt;/a&gt; and the other is &lt;a href="http://www.frogola.blogspot.com"&gt;Renee's.&lt;/a&gt; From &lt;a href="http://www.frogola.blogspot.com"&gt;Renee&lt;/a&gt;, I got this cool little number. Leave her a comment and she'll assign you a letter (leave the comment on her blog). You then take the letter and come up with 10 things that start with that letter. I went for stuff that was relative to me. Coming up with 10 things relative to me required some creativity on my part. If you want to play along, go visit Renee. She'll email you a letter. If you play, please let me know...I'd love to check out your blogs. Let Renee know as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so on to the post brought to you by the letter "G":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. This is my little Girl, the ladybug. This picture was taken Easter Sunday. Isn't she beautiful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20dress%203.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20dress%203.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20dress%203.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. This is my Grammy......she was diagnosed with Stage 3 lung cancer in February. I am so thankful that she is still here with us and doing remarkably well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Grams.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Grams.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; And a little creativity for number 3. Good Friends-these are our best friends J&amp;C's mom and dad. We hang with them a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Katie%20&amp;amp;%20Tony%202.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Katie%20%26%20Tony%202.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; 4. Gas-or the rapidly rising price of it to be exact! Man, when you live out like we do, your gas bill is now huge! This is what it was about a week ago here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Gas.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Gas.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; 5. More creativity-Genes, these are my parents. I guess I get my good genes from them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Mom%20&amp;%20DAd.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Mom%20%26%20DAd.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; 6. Glass-this is a candle holder that I have on my coffee table. It came from &lt;a href="http://www.partylite.com"&gt;Partylite.&lt;/a&gt; I am addicted to Partylite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Candles.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Candles.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; 7. Glutton-this is my FAT dog, Mollie. She is a glutton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Mollie.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Mollie.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; 8. Gyser-this is Old Faithful in Yellowstone. I've actually been here. I have picture of the hubs and I in front of it, but that was pre digital camera days and I don't have a decent scanner here at work, so you get a picture from their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/oldfaith[1].1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/oldfaith%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9. Gifts-I love gifts! I got a new watch for Mother's Day. My favorite gift is green....as in money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Green-My favorite color!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This was fun, let me know if you decide to play along!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114805316101686597?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114805316101686597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114805316101686597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114805316101686597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114805316101686597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-post-brought-to-you-by-letter-g.html' title='This Post Brought to You by the Letter &quot;G&quot;'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114795987029118401</id><published>2006-05-18T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:06:04.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUL PATROL! SOUL PATROL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/American%20Idol.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/American%20Idol.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woo-Hoo! Soul Patrol! Soul Patrol! Soul Patrol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my guy is in the Final Two. And he is up against the McPheebe. The one that I can't figure out why I don't like, but I just don't like. And how about their home visits last night? Did you see the crowd that the 'Ham turned out? My boys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rickandbubba.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rick and Bubba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; were on tv.....they couldn't stop talking about it this am on their daily radio show, and wow....that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riverchasegalleria.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; where her performed? That is one HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riverchasegalleria.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, but I have never seen it packed quite like that! 12,000 people or something like that, packed into that place all in support of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taylorhicks2006.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Taylor Hicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;! I could not believe how close the votes were, I just hope all the Elliott voters will realize that Taylor has basically the same style and will switch their votes over to him. On another note, do you realize that Taylor is the 3rd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; contestant to make it to the Final Two that is from Birmingham, Alabama? I guess they breed them there! Way to go Bama Guys! Gotta keep it real and cheer for the home team! Luckily for me, I've like all of them. I can't say I was as behind Bo Bice as I am Taylor and I was for Reuben, but still, 3 people from one city? That's pretty cool huh? Anyway, Taylor fans....please get out and "rock the vote" next Tuesday night......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*******************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On another note, I think the Ladybug is pooped and I can't figure out why. She had a total and complete mental melt down last night in the bathtub. She ended up in the bed and asleep by 7:45 which is about 30 minutes earlier than normal for her. Then, as is par for the course for the past week or so, she slept fitfully. We were up every hour or so with her. What is going on? I don't think she is napping as well at daycare as she should be, but since her teacher is never still there by the time I pick her up I can't ask. There are some issues going on with her daycare center, but since she is starting preschool (oh my...big girl school is just over the horizon) in the fall, I don't want to upset her too much and move her twice in a 3 month period so we are just toughing it out. Her allergies have also been up in arms lately and she is coughing and sneezing A LOT! We went to the doctor who assured me that it was just allergies and prescibed some medicine for her (Zyrtec). Since Ladybug is an only child, I need some advice. What could be going on with her? Any suggestions? Please HELP! I can't survive on the amount of sleep the hubs and I have been getting each night. Is this just a "phase"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;******************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One more final thought, the hubs and I are going camping with my parents this weekend at our farm in East Alabama. Here's the funny part............I.DON'T.CAMP. I don't sleep on the ground. So, the sis and I have devised a plan. Her b/f is going with us as well and her and I are going to sleep in the back of the Explorer and let them take the tent. We think it is a great idea! We do this thing every year, but somehow I've managed to wrangle out of actually having to spend the night there. It's a big family fish fry event, where technically you are supposed to catch the fish from the pond, but we always end up eating catfish that my mom brought from the store. We do fish and we do drink and it's a big ol country redneck party. Yeah, I'm red. But, I.DON'T.CAMP. So, since the hubs finally convinced me to spend the night, and since the Ladybug is staying at the SIL house, we're camping. Our something like that. I'll be in the back of the car if anyone needs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114795987029118401?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114795987029118401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114795987029118401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114795987029118401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114795987029118401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/soul-patrol-soul-patrol.html' title='SOUL PATROL! SOUL PATROL!'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114788263614297119</id><published>2006-05-17T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:17:16.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ladybug Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Alli%20B.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/320/Alli%20B.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Last night the Ladybug and I were watching American Idol, and we had been chatting about different things while it was on.  I was trying to get some PSL stuff done and she was busy doing her own "work" at the coffee table.  When Taylor Hicks was singing, I asked her something about her day and she said "Mama, I can't talk right now, Taylor is signing".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24859312-114788263614297119?l=manicmommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/feeds/114788263614297119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24859312&amp;postID=114788263614297119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114788263614297119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24859312/posts/default/114788263614297119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicmommie.blogspot.com/2006/05/ladybug-quote.html' title='A Ladybug Quote'/><author><name>Alli's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00636952938619912072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/2209/1600/Me%20%26%20Walt.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24859312.post-114787154714032243</id><published>2006-05-17T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:06:45.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Killed Denny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, so thanks to the miracle that is DVR, I was able to record &lt;a href="http://www.abc.com"&gt;Grey's Anatomy &lt;/a&gt;because I could not watch it on Sunday or on Monday. So last night I sat down to get some stuff done (laundry and some stuff for that &lt;a href="http://www.prattvilleserviceleague.org"&gt;women's organization&lt;/a&gt; that I belong to) and watch the show. I did stop midway to catch American Idol. The Ladybug did some "work" also so that mommy could get caught up on hers. Let me just say that I cannot BELIEVE that they killed Denny. After everything that had been going on I wanted that story line to go further. I was not happy when he died! And what is up with Meredith going back to McDreamy? He called her a WHORE...what decent woman would go back to someone after they called them a whore? Ugh! Not happy with where that went! Other than that love scene...OMG......did you see the way he LOOKED at her? I realize that it's just a television show...but I was not entirerly happy with the way it all played out in the 3 hour season finale. I guess I'll have to wait until next season to see where everything goes. And I read this morning that they are moving it to Thursdays next season opposite CSI. Thank GAWD for the miracle that is DVR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And on American Idol, gee what can I say, final 3 and they were all amazing. Personally, I'd like to see Kat get the boot tonight, though as long as it isn't Taylor, I shall be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't really have much else to say today, I'm glad it's Wednesday and this week is almost over. It's been creeping by and I'm tired. I also woke up with a sore throat this morning which is NOT COOL! It is also just about time for Aunt Flo to make her visit, which added to the fact that I am tired and I don't feel well, well that just makes me one major B-I-T-C-H. No wonder the hubs won't be home until late tonight, I don't think I'd want to be around me either. I'm hoping that we can get home, eat some supper and then take baths and go to bed. 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