<?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-5955628916254994360</id><updated>2012-02-11T11:45:27.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Crazy Little World</title><subtitle type='html'>The world as I see it. (well some of it anyway)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>302</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3307064527379593014</id><published>2012-01-28T02:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:14:52.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad...</title><content type='html'>I have been really pissy this week. I know it and I am trying really hard not to be but damn every little thing gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby got off work early and wanted to play golf. I didn't want him to and he did it any way.It wasn't really that big of a deal but man I was pissed at him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kids yelling and screaming,I thought I was going to pull all of my hair out. Then poor Kolby sat next to me at dinner and wouldn't stay in his chair. He was bouncing around and ending up slamming his head right between my eyes. He felt really bad and normally I would have smiled and said it was ok but I couldn't take any more. I put my plate up and walked away. After I calmed down I kissed and hugged on him. By the time the little ones were in bed I was done for and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried that night and have been at the drop of a hat. I cant seem to get it all out. Its wording me that I may have over done the whole "I am over being depressed thing." I decided a few weeks ago I was no longer depressed and it was going to be a mind over matter thing. I seem happy and I do more now but I am afraid that this uncontrollable crying is my way of saying that is really not going to work. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit***geez that was terrible. I cant believe that I published that. I could hardly figure out what I was and I wrote the damn thing. Maybe next I will read it before I post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3307064527379593014?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3307064527379593014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3307064527379593014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3307064527379593014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3307064527379593014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/sad.html' title='Sad...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3684464774680624037</id><published>2012-01-25T02:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T02:19:36.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tit babies....I swear.</title><content type='html'>My husband and his friends are the biggest tit babies ever! They play golf every Sunday (well ok not every Sunday, sometimes its raining or way to windy/cold, but most). This Sunday they were playing and my hubby hates to lose. And he got his butt kicked when they were playing scramble. One of the guys was giving him shit, and lots of it. The hubby got really pissy and wanted to play singles. So they did and the other guy well lets just say while trying to out do the hubby had a really bad game. Well for the two holes they played because when he got pissy with my hubby, my hubby came home. He was done. After me telling my hubby that they were both being "whiny ass babies" because neither one of them like to lose and that's not really a reason to stop being friends he decided he should call him and they gave each other shit for the next few hours. It was all better by game time. Now I keep hearing these phone calls and text about vaganoses and changing tampons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelated not to this: We wanted the 49ers to win. We had to cheer on the man from B'port. The friend went to school with him. Since the Cowboys sucked it up it seemed like the team to go for. Too bad they fail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3684464774680624037?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3684464774680624037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3684464774680624037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3684464774680624037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3684464774680624037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/tit-babiesi-swear.html' title='Tit babies....I swear.'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1575887739104019906</id><published>2012-01-23T11:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:36:43.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that Irk me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people put their dirty laundry on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I understand you are having problems but that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean you need to share it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Look what you are teaching your children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When children put your dirty laundry on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;...hello if you air it out to the world then why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; they?????????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your hastiness with facebook status. I mean really you should give your decisions time to settle before you change it and anounce to the world you are spliting. I mean yes I am used to seeing it go from married to single every other month but damn really?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone gets up late and its my fault. There are only 5 alarm clocks in this house. .I know. I know its part of being the adult. Sometimes I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When my kids just expect me to know they are out of tooth paste..I mean because I use their tooth paste and all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When come over to the house and leave their trash everywhere. I am not a maid. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; clean up my own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; plates, cups, or trash. I make them do it. You can clean up after yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my seven year old can beat me at some of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt; games. Not only can he win but he can talk mad trash too. He is way better at it than me. I cant help but laugh :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband thinks he needs the best of whatever the hell he wants. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see the point in paying for a bigger one when the one we have works great and anything bigger will take up too much room that we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He also thinks he need new golf clubs. At least one every 2 months it seems. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; not to allow him the next one. Its just dumb and We need to save money not spend every dime we get. (Not yet anyway. We still have kids to put through college. After that he can spend every dime.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is more but I feel better now so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good enough for me :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1575887739104019906?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1575887739104019906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1575887739104019906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1575887739104019906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1575887739104019906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-that-irk-me.html' title='Things that Irk me..'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1057110711086517302</id><published>2012-01-14T03:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T03:36:23.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things being said...</title><content type='html'>...by my children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first off let me just say my husband has the mouth of a sailor. For a while I thought I would talk like him just to show him how much he uses really nasty words. Well then I got to much in the habit and was using it when I wasn't around him, so that had to stop. Not that it worked anyway because no mater how many shit, damn, fuck, and whatever else I could squeeze in he could always add a few to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all playing the Kinect. My oldest son was changing stuff up so he would do better and my hubby says " Don't be a pussy, just hit the ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My six year old (my sweet little baby) is sitting next to me and the they rhythm of na-na-boo-boo says "Pussy. Pussy. Pussy!" I almost died! That dang kid will repeat anything until you tell him its a bad word, then he wont ever say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the exchange I had with my sweet little 7 year old after drawing a wanted poster of a crazy looking lady. I had labeled it as myself and my crime was too many kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kolby: Are you saying we make you crazy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Yes! That's exactly what I am saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kolby: No we don't. That's just you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Are you saying I am just crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kolby: Yep! That's what I said. You're a crazy lady.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My kids also love music and we get alot of random lyrics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sexy and I know it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kissed a girl and I liked it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaking my hips like yeah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and one of my favorites while we are walking through the store (and since these are my children they don't really have an inside voice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like big butts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of those things being sang in the songs are not so funny but it usually only comes with one line. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1057110711086517302?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1057110711086517302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1057110711086517302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1057110711086517302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1057110711086517302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-being-said.html' title='Things being said...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-4271677763692939716</id><published>2012-01-05T17:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:11:03.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you say it was time to update my damn blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;! Here it is. I have not been busy. Well some of the time I was but mostly I just kinda got bored with my computer and haven't really played with it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;So I got my van fixed. I was worried they were going to total it at first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It took them a month well almost. To get out there and look at it and fix it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That was fine with me though because I had a really nice rental van. I didn't really want to give it back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That being said, I am looking at new vans very soon. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My current one had problems just after Thanksgiving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanksgiving was spent with my husbands family mostly. I didn't even get to see my mother :*(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did enjoy it though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished my Christmas shopping well before it actually got here so that was a plus for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cried though while Christmas shopping. I had to move up to the big boys section for one of my babies. I was not happy about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a good one and I didn't even spoil my children too much!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;On of my kids has almost $600 though. He asked for money. Most of the time I don't even pass that along on their Christmas list but he wanted it for something specific and stated so. His aunts/ and grand parents were more than happy to help him out, but that's about all he got for Christmas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wants an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iphone&lt;/span&gt; 4s. The upgrade for his phone is due in March. He not only has to pay for the phone but any extra that it cost for the plan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seems fair to me and he is super happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My holidays were spent running all over the place. I was happy for them to be over. Good times for the most part though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I received a Kindle fire, that I absolutely love. I read 5 books in less than a week. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband doesn't really like that present any more :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also new is the X box with he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kinect&lt;/span&gt;. It took the kids going back to school before I got a chance to play on it but I LOVE it! It is so much fun and a good work out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have started a kinda diet around our house. The boys hate it. We cut out most of the red meat and since that's all we ever ate its a big change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have also cut the Dr. Pepper out. That's the big one for me and since the hubby didn't agree to it. Its kinda a problem but he will get over it...or at least I hope so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-4271677763692939716?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4271677763692939716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=4271677763692939716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4271677763692939716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4271677763692939716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/did-you-say-it-was-time-to-update-my.html' title='Did you say it was time to update my damn blog?'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-75855732534394509</id><published>2011-09-16T09:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:11:48.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know its been forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmwnLoFjnFE/TnNi8JqLHbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IRLMh9Oyfgs/s1600/my%2Bcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652970742804585906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmwnLoFjnFE/TnNi8JqLHbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IRLMh9Oyfgs/s320/my%2Bcar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lihr_B7WBYw/TnNh7UUO5HI/AAAAAAAAAUE/59Ay3GG8-7Q/s1600/my%2Bcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my van. :( A lady pulled out in front of me. Still waiting to see how much damage was done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a rental that is so much nicer than mine. I hate that because I already don't want to give it back. The kids feel the same way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;PeeWee football has started. I don't have any children playing but my husband is coaching. Only one coach for our team has a kid playing on the team. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find that kinda funny but I like it. There isn't any "Daddy coaching" going on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be there weekend working. I kinda like it but I kinda wish it wasn't an all day thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My older kids are playing football for the school. The oldest is on the freshman team. Man their game was terrible last night. The best game so far this year was Springtown. It ended in a tie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was the best game because not only was it fun to watch but we had a blast in the stands. We sat with a group that did alot of yelling. By the end I was having trouble talking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other two I have only seen play once so far. I missed this weeks game because it was too far. Its hard to travel to far on a school night and still get the other kids homework done and in bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They were both on the B team but one got to move up to A team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was really excited and I am excited for him. He always seems to have to work harder than the others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My oldest son come home with a logic puzzle for homework and now I am addicted. I keep going back. Printable-puzzles.com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-75855732534394509?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/75855732534394509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=75855732534394509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/75855732534394509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/75855732534394509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-its-been-forever.html' title='I know its been forever...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmwnLoFjnFE/TnNi8JqLHbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IRLMh9Oyfgs/s72-c/my%2Bcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-799469415952818158</id><published>2011-08-25T13:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:16:53.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids are off to school. They all did great. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dropped the big ones off at the door. The little ones I walked to their class room but it wasn't time to go in so I left them sitting in the hall. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They were extremely happy to do so :( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The oldest one I was nervous for. It was his first day of high school but it seemed like just another day for him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wont get to ask him about his day until late tonight because its also his first football game and they are playing in Glen Rose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that because there is no way I can go that far after school on a school night. The kids would have a really hard time with getting into bed on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My babies aren't babies any more :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-799469415952818158?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/799469415952818158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=799469415952818158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/799469415952818158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/799469415952818158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of School.'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-4636872564234044783</id><published>2011-08-22T14:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:46:09.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok this is just me bitching ....</title><content type='html'>I am capable of taking care of my children. Yes on occasion I do forget some things but when it comes to my children I am pretty on top of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;SO yes I took them to get their shots. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No I couldn't register him before he had them and the doc office wouldn't give them to him until after his birthday but thanks for calling to check on it after I already told you that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes I made sure my child did his summer project. Notice there wasn't an s at the end of that? That's because there was only one. Yes he told me others were talking about another one too but I can only call and go to the school so many times before they think I am a loon. At which point I am just going to have to trust them that there was only one project for him and his friends were talking about another class. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes we picked up his laptop for school. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No it will not work with our wireless but he can plug it in and it works just fine. Its fine just like that because we don't really want him on the internet in his room anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes I called the school about the wireless part but I assume they are really busy getting all the classrooms and computers ready for school right now and do not have the time to deal with home issues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes I know today they are giving schedules out. No its not only in the morning. Its from 8-3. That means I can go any time between 8 am and 3 pm. That doesn't mean I have to go when you want me to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No the oldest one cant get his schedule right now he has to wait til tonight when his school is handing them out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just because I don't do things on your time doesn't mean I need you to call me or my husband to make sure it gets done or for you to gripe at me about it. We will do things when we want to do them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;SO when I stop taking your calls don't be upset. I just don't want to hear you any more :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-4636872564234044783?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4636872564234044783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=4636872564234044783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4636872564234044783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4636872564234044783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/ok-this-is-just-me-bitching.html' title='Ok this is just me bitching ....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1164506718054809345</id><published>2011-08-18T00:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T00:26:11.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible...</title><content type='html'>All I have thought about all day is the loss of an 11 yr old boy. My first thoughts were was this an accident? Could a boy that young think life is so bad to take such extreme measures? This was an accident. I have been assured it but I cant help but wonder how this could happen. I have cried off and on through out the day. I knew this boy. He played football with my children. His father helped coach my boys. I watched him cross the road everyday after school while I waited for my boys. This is a good family and a good kid. How could this happen? This has been ruled an accident but what happens now? My tears stream as I think of the struggles and the pain that lay ahead for this family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just isn't supposed to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1164506718054809345?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1164506718054809345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1164506718054809345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1164506718054809345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1164506718054809345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/horrible.html' title='Horrible...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1554738658042033101</id><published>2011-08-06T01:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T02:15:56.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and stuff and complaints...</title><content type='html'>Dear Stupid People of the World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay away from me and off the other end of my phone. I dont know how much more of you I can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;So I came about 2 inches from needing a new car today. A big moving truck backed out right in front of me. The new car I could deal with. The harm that would have come to the child sitting in the seat next to me not so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to see the eye doctor. My eyes have always been not so great but now they are getting worse. :( I hope that's not age talking to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people at the repair center for our phones...well lets just say geezzzzzzz. First they give the phone to someone going on vacation and he leaves it on his desk. Then they finally give it to someone else who put it at the end of their todo list. After a month and a half I told them to fix the phone and send it back by the end of the week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They sent the phone back unrepaired because I demanded it be returned...UHH they missed the part about it being fixed first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its to damn hot outside. My air has been running non stop for several days now and its set on 84. I don't think I am going to like my next electric bill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My oldest started 2 a days. Its not really 2 a days though. They only go once in the late evening. He seems to really like it but he has been really tired after. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They had a parent meeting that was really just a sort we want you to behave at the games and practices, join the booster club, and show off our new stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It did make me realize how fast my children are going up. That once he starts this year things fly by. This is the time he becomes a young man and begins so many new things and starts to really spread his wings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of this has me sad and scared at the same time. Its really hard not to cry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to register the kids for school. They wouldn't let me for one of them though because he hasn't had his shots yet...Well he isn't old enough to get them yet so why does the school require them for registration when the state says he cant have them until his birthday or after? I have to wait to register him when he gets his shots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are getting a new dog in the morning. He will be a 2 year old English Bulldog. The hubby and kids are really excited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me not so much. I have been saying over and over that I don't want any new pets but I guess what I want doesn't really matter even though I am going to be the one that has to care for it after the new wears off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the bright side of my life- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;school clothes are done, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have folders which I can never find for supplies, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the house has gotten almost a spring cleaning, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have lots of shirts to donate, and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;school is about to start so the kids will get some time away from each other and I will have more time for adult interaction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;OK thats it! I feel a little better now :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1554738658042033101?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1554738658042033101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1554738658042033101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1554738658042033101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1554738658042033101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-and-stuff-and-complaints.html' title='Life and stuff and complaints...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1289275146303613144</id><published>2011-07-20T12:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:26:25.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have had a pretty good summer. I don't know if its because I feel like I have nothing to share/say or if I have been to busy but I haven't posted anything in what seems like forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been cooking out with friends alot this summer. That gets really expensive. I have had to cut back on that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kiddo's ear infection is all better. It took two weeks. Then we set the appointment for new tubes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He got them yesterday. They also removed his adenoids?? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They stuck a tube down his throat for that. (while he was sleeping) All went well and he is a happy little guy. The only problem is he has a nasty sounding cough. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the 4th my little ones were with my cousin and her husband. The little one was playing on the golf cart doing ninja moves. Can any one guess how that ended up? Yep he ran over her husband. :( Poor guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He now has a "I am going to run you over with a golf cart!" look and photo. Thanks Chele!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We also cleaned bed rooms. I cant believe how much junk we got rid of. Some went to the trash and some was given away. They now only as many toys as their two toy boxes can hold. I am one happy momma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To young mothers of little children. As they get presents for birthday and Christmas I suggest that you open a few, place a few in the closet for later when they are doing something really nice or special, and return a few. Use the money to place in savings for them or to take them somewhere special.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The little ones went with my uncle camping for a week. I really missed them. They had a blast and would have stayed with him forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My youngest one has started to whine every time he doesn't get his way. It really pisses me off and I may need a padded room....that serves alcohol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other little one has started talking back....make that a padded room, straight jacket and lots of alcohol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yea my cousins daughter came and stayed with us too. That was fun. She hasn't been here much since she can drive now. She has become a young lady. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We talked about her going to college (in Hawaii) and what she wants to do with her life. She was my first baby and isn't supposed to be all grown up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am almost done with school clothes shopping! Just the two little ones to go and I hope to have it done by the end of the week :) I am super excited about it. Oh yea Old navy has some really cute tee for boys right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thats all I have for right now. I need to do lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1289275146303613144?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1289275146303613144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1289275146303613144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1289275146303613144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1289275146303613144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-long-while.html' title='Its been a long while...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1713041866148032048</id><published>2011-06-28T01:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:37:39.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;So what have I been up to?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not a whole lot. Going Crazy. I mean absolutely crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids are keep picking at each other and then one gets hurt or whines all day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since swim lessons I don't know that we have done much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the kids got sick. Well all but one. And then one got not one but 2 ear infections.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was so bad you couldn't even touch the outside of his ear. He cried and cried. I took him to the family doc but that didn't help much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ended up at the ENT. I had to cancel one appointment for his hearing test to get him in a few days earlier for his ear infection. The doc said good thing too because he had a really bad infection. Antibiotics and ear drops for 2 weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still working on the meds but he is feeling much better. Thank goodness to because I couldn't take much more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other than that not to much has happened. Just hanging out with good friends and family :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yeah, our roof is leaking too. Thank you storms...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The insurance guy is coming to look at it tomorrow. That was a pain in the butt itself. When I first turned it in the guy said it doesn't sound like you have damage and our policy doesn't cover leaking.???? What? Would I really call if we didn't have damage? Would the roof really just start leaking out of nowhere after a storm if it hadn't damaged it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are sending the guy out and we are going to have to have a new roof. That will be fun. I might have thrown a fit. Just a little.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The big boys are at their other parents for a week :( I don't like it. I am going to miss them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1713041866148032048?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1713041866148032048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1713041866148032048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1713041866148032048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1713041866148032048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-what-have-i-been-up-to-not-whole-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5112212799576611639</id><published>2011-06-13T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:10:29.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goo Mavs! Ok that's the only time I will do that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been watching the games with friends. I couldn't really careless about them but my husband is a bandwagon fan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Same with baseball. I tried for years to get him to go to a game and he never would.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it has to do with our current group of friends are sports nuts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do enjoy the fun and festivities though. I like having everyone over and the food is always good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We haven't really had too much to do this summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have had sick kids. We had the pink stuff for four different kids. It would have helped if he would have just given them the same dose but that would have been to easy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are going back to the ENT doctor this month too. The tubes have fallen out of my little ones ears. I kinda figured though because he is having trouble hearing again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had swim lesson last week. My husband aunt does them for free. I love her for it but it sure is a drive to Azle every day for a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The big boys still took them this year but this is their last. There isn't really a need for them to take up her class space she just wanted them to be able to swim a little since they have to sit and wait for their brothers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The younger ones though did really well this year. Both are now swimming like fish. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate when someone tells you a secret that you really cant share with anyone else. Especially when you have so many questions about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids were told they have to clean their rooms today. I mean in the closet, under the bed, the toy boxes, everything. My husband laid they law down but I have to be the one to enforce it. That doesn't sound so fair to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5112212799576611639?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5112212799576611639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5112212799576611639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5112212799576611639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5112212799576611639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo!'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-8317612825386881189</id><published>2011-06-01T16:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:35:36.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;I have been ..I was going to say busy but that might be a lie :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;School is out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The little one were driving me nuts within the first 2 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it was because of the excitement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids have adjusted well. Me ? still getting used to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to watch one show during the day and I have missed it every day since the kids have been out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its weird talking about summer when everyone elses kids are still in school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still waiting on report cards for the older 3. I have a feeling the hubby isn't going to be pleased.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a little one that has been sick. He went to the doc today and hopefully will be his cheerful happy self soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His tubes have fallen out of his ears. I think he will probably have to get another set. We will see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yea a snake bit my husband while he was playing golf. It was crazy. They had to call about 5 different people to figure out what kind it was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It wasn't poisonous. It didn't even have fangs. It had teeth. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have heard of some snakes having teeth but I thought all snakes had fangs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was still crazy scary getting that call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's not the snake that bit him just a pic of one like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't gotten the bill yet but I am sure it wont be pretty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uls2nKQM8BQ/TeavxDuBlFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Son6B-jvfPM/s1600/snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613367242910700626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uls2nKQM8BQ/TeavxDuBlFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Son6B-jvfPM/s320/snake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-8317612825386881189?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8317612825386881189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=8317612825386881189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8317612825386881189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8317612825386881189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uls2nKQM8BQ/TeavxDuBlFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Son6B-jvfPM/s72-c/snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5845044730568262380</id><published>2011-05-20T05:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T06:14:17.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a game...</title><content type='html'>So 2 of my children had baseball games last night. For the youngest one it was his last one. Only about half of his team was there. The other team looked to be a little smaller than normal too. Really people? The kids seem to have more fun though. It didn't take as long to get through the innings and they didn't seem to get bored out in the field. It cracks me up when the slide into home. After one slide into home last night my little came up to me and proudly states "Look at my pants!" with the biggest smile ever. He is really going to miss tball and all the friends one the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other game was my oldest. It started out kinda slow for them. The other team hit really well in the first inning and our boys didn't hit bad they just couldn't bring it all in. Then it picked up for them. Now I am not sure what the score was because I stopped counting the first inning. I do know that at some point the other team had 6 or 7 runs and we were down. Here lies the problem. I sit behind home plate most of the time and from one side I am hearing the score is 6-4 them on the other side I am hearing the score is 7-4 them. Time expires and we are finishing the inning. It was the bottom of the 4 inning we were up to bat when the third run comes in, they call the game(we still have a runner on 1st and one out left). We won. But then the coaches from the other team say no its tied up now. It knew this was going to happen. I could see it coming from a mile away. As the coaches are talking about it the umpire tells the boys to put up the mound (because it artificial) and the bases. So they do. There were alot of what must have been 5th or 6th graders there watching the other team (they had had a game earlier). They and the other parents were, for lack of a better word, unruly. They were upset, which is fine. They thought their children were being cheated but that anger and frustration does not need to be directed at the children on our team. They aren't the ones who keep score, nor the one that called the game. Well after all that they decide that they are going to playing. They get the mound and bases back out and the runner goes back to first. We have 2 outs. The runner steals second and the batter hits a pop fly to the out field. They miss the catch and it goes to the fence. Now the runner on second runs all the way to home. It isn't even going to be close. He crosses home and the other team starts screaming he didn't touch the plate. He goes back to touch it and now it is close and he is called out. First of all you can still see the cleat print on the plate where he touched it in the first place. Second of all the umpire was half way up the third base line. I don't know why the home plate ump would be there any way there were no close calls to be made any where but home. That's the second time the game should have been over but wasn't. At this point the kids in the stands were taunting the players. I have no idea how over time works in little league but the other team gets up to bat and the trash talk gets even worse. A mother even decides to join in. They score 5 and its our turn we only get 3. The game is finally over. Its now almost 11 on a school night and I am glad its over...even with the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would never let my children speak like those children were. I especially wouldn't allow them to taunt another child. And a parent joining in on all the "fun" just blows my mind. At some point enough needs to be enough. There came a point that I just had to walk away because I couldn't take any more. I had bit my tongue but I can only handle disrespect for so long. Even as I was walking to my car I could hear one of the boys saying "How do you like that?" "Whats up now?" to one of our team. Really? I don't think there was ever a time in my life that I wanted to slap another persons child more than that one right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear young fans and that one special mother,&lt;br /&gt;You were a disgrace not only to yourselves but to the team on the field. You should be ashamed of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5845044730568262380?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5845044730568262380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5845044730568262380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5845044730568262380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5845044730568262380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-game.html' title='What a game...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2028469059395869303</id><published>2011-05-19T13:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:18:41.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Stuff..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWqIe-ssC8o/TdVrmJgMNeI/AAAAAAAAATw/paQ6vsXsg5s/s1600/Field%2BDay%2B%252813%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608507214089958882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWqIe-ssC8o/TdVrmJgMNeI/AAAAAAAAATw/paQ6vsXsg5s/s320/Field%2BDay%2B%252813%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4NMY12WjHhI/TdVrl8Ow_CI/AAAAAAAAATo/9lsGWUUp-OA/s1600/Field%2BDay%2B%252825%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608507210527210530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4NMY12WjHhI/TdVrl8Ow_CI/AAAAAAAAATo/9lsGWUUp-OA/s320/Field%2BDay%2B%252825%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebCGXyPjSyo/TdVrls590uI/AAAAAAAAATg/lOFt9y0lhc4/s1600/Nick%2Band%2BErin%2527s%2BWedding%2B%252846%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608507206413439714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebCGXyPjSyo/TdVrls590uI/AAAAAAAAATg/lOFt9y0lhc4/s320/Nick%2Band%2BErin%2527s%2BWedding%2B%252846%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today was play day at school. It was so much fun to watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite part is the tug of war. Man the teachers can get competitive about it too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They didn't win. Their favorite part is in the pictures above.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;So glad I (Alex begged me) remembered extra clothes this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally got a new phone. It has only been almost a month now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a huge up grade too. Especially since I didn't even have texting on my plan before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been really busy with baseball. We already had so many games we played 3 nights a week and sometimes there were double games. (2 of the boys teams played the same night)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;With make up games and practices we have baseball every night for at least 10 days. I dropped the ball too because I completely forgot about 2 practices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hubby is finally back at work. He was off for a week and a half. I was going crazy. I need my quiet time and my girl time. I didn't get much of either with him home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is doing much better now too. He is still in a boot and still uses his crutches at work but at least he can get around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was in a wedding over the weekend and decided not to use either for it. Before the night was over his foot was black and huge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That crazy shoe was worn by one of the bridesmaids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its almost summer. I cant wait (sorta).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have to build some form of transportation again. This year we are going with a tank. Much simpler than the 18 wheeler. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to get busy with it because Thursday is coming quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It seems we are getting out of school a few days (or weeks) earlier than some of the schools around us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know why some people think its ok for them to have whatever they want whenever they want it but its not ok for others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now I am too pissed off to even remember what I was talking about....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit: I forgot to add the pics. And why cant I get them to publish in the middle of the text?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2028469059395869303?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2028469059395869303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2028469059395869303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2028469059395869303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2028469059395869303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-and-stuff.html' title='Life and Stuff..'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWqIe-ssC8o/TdVrmJgMNeI/AAAAAAAAATw/paQ6vsXsg5s/s72-c/Field%2BDay%2B%252813%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-801172269535587763</id><published>2011-05-18T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:22:13.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so my hubby has been home and I have been busy but there will be a post tomorrow afternoon :) I have some fun stuff to tell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-801172269535587763?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/801172269535587763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=801172269535587763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/801172269535587763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/801172269535587763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-8104556568220224957</id><published>2011-05-10T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:45:30.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRR....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just had to open that stupid email. Stupid stupid stupid!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent about 5 hours of my life trying to get rid of the virus. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a pain in the ass because it kept redirecting my browser.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had baseball last night. They switched it up on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ones that have lost every game won and the one that usually wins lost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hubby is in a wedding on Friday but he cant walk. It will be fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah fun is the word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will add some more later but I have laundry to do.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-8104556568220224957?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8104556568220224957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=8104556568220224957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8104556568220224957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8104556568220224957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/grrrrr.html' title='GRRRRR....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5966903764948400869</id><published>2011-05-08T16:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T16:33:38.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>I love the women in my life that have helped me become the woman I am today. Thank You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5966903764948400869?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5966903764948400869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5966903764948400869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5966903764948400869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5966903764948400869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2593016191257356268</id><published>2011-05-08T00:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:33:11.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;What a day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went shopping. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had lunch with my family for Mothers Day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Rio. Well sorta. The kids had to use the bathroom 20 times during it. Couldn't be because they kept getting refills during lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drove me crazy. I didn't really get to see the whole thing so my review isn't really worth anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was...ok. Really predictable. I knew how it was going to end in the first five mins and it seemed to drag on even though its not really that long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite part was the music because my littlest one was dancing along. So sweet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My oldest asked to dye his hair. He was shocked when I said yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still made him call and ask his Dad. When he said no I told him to tell him I already said it was ok. Fine as long as its not permanent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wanted maroon but we couldn't find the temporary kind. I was going to get it any way but the kid said no. He is so good :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My thoughts are: Its hair, we can always cut it off and it will grow back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also have the same thoughts about piercings. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He went with black. I don't have much confidence that it will wash out but its supposed to fade out in 28 washes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He looks good and he loves it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He also had 8th grade banquet(instead of graduation) tonight. Semi formal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant believe he is going to be a freshman next year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had an OMG moment last week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 1st grader lost his first tooth. Yes his 1st one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone asked how old he was and I guess it was the first time I said it but I was floored when I answered "He's 7."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He cant be that old yet :( and the baby will be six in just 2 weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big momma tears at the thoughts of my babies growing up so fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am proud of them though :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2593016191257356268?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2593016191257356268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2593016191257356268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2593016191257356268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2593016191257356268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/too-fast.html' title='Too fast...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-4679359371154995487</id><published>2011-05-06T09:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:35:31.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been busy or maybe just lazy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kolby just lost his first tooth. I am the worst mommy ever. The tooth fairy totally forgot to come :/ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alot was going on and I fell asleep on the couch and woke up late and just ran around telling everyone to get up. I got to his room and said everyone up. Stopped mid sentence and said oh no wait not yet....It was too late.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had baseball games last night. 3 of them. They started at 6, 7, and 8. At least they were all here in town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first one was a beating. When a team is up by 24 they should just call the damn game....geez. The Tball one I didn't get to see because I had to go take care of the hubby. The last one was a good game but they lost and I didn't see the end of the game because again I had to go care for the hubby (aka the big baby).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hubby got hurt at work yesterday. Fun stuff. He had really bad club feet when he was born and had a bunch of surgeries and stuff when he was little. His feet don't have the same flexibility as most. Walking along he stepped on something made his foot bend and it popped.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We spent a while in the ER having it x-rayed last night. Its not broke but he has to stay off it for a few days and they gave him a boot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found my camera! I was so excited I almost dropped the damn thing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was in my coat pocket. I looked there twice, even put it on and checked every pocket and couldn't find it. I needed it morning and put my hand in the pocket and there it was. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I washed my phone a few weeks ago. I still haven't gotten a new one yet! I have taken one of my boys. He hardly ever used it any way ;-) and he is grounded now too so whats the hurry. I am hoping to get an EVO for Mothers Day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have a possum running around/under our house. I am hoping to catch him soon or we are going to have to call pest control. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am the catch and release kind and my hubby is the catch and kill kind. We differ on so much I don't know how on earth we found and fell in love with each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hehe the hubby is snoring so loud right now he woke himself up! Its funny, yet annoying. I just want to go pinch his nose :) I know I am sweet like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-4679359371154995487?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4679359371154995487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=4679359371154995487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4679359371154995487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4679359371154995487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-been-busy-or-maybe-just-lazy.html' title='I have been busy or maybe just lazy :)'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1554479360155719844</id><published>2011-04-24T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:39:06.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have lost my camera :( This makes me really really sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had all kinds of baseball pics on it too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually cried tears over my lost pics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today my allergies killed me. I can hardly see and I cant stop sneezing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I caught my hubby just staring and smiling at me twice today. I wonder what he was thinking. He really makes me feel special sometimes :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday we had Easter lunch and hunt with my family. Today we were at the hubby's aunts for dinner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sun burned. Well my neck is. I don't know why I can never remember my neck. One of the big boys didn't put any sunscreen on and he is burnt. I only feel a little bad for him because I told him several times to put on sunscreen on. He even answered me once and said he had. Little brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My uncle is getting a divorce. I really thought this would happen a few years ago. Their living arrangement kinda prolonged it. I only mention it because his soon to be ex has been around alot still.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked him about it when he was telling me about up coming parties. He is getting a divorce but he hopes that she can still be around for all the family fun (Easter, Christmas, ball games, and etc.). She enjoys herself and those things and he still enjoys her company, he just doesn't want to be married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think this is great and hope she can still be apart of our family :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have I ever mention how much I love my family? My parents, my sisters, aunts and uncles, and cousins. We are a close family. We are more than just family, we are friends. I hope that when our children are older they will be as good as friends as we are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;All this candy in the house is going to kill me :/ Every time I walk by I pick up a piece.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's all because I am falling asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1554479360155719844?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1554479360155719844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1554479360155719844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1554479360155719844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1554479360155719844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/yep-again.html' title='Yep again...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-7953775695066852126</id><published>2011-04-18T06:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:10:37.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life :)</title><content type='html'>•I had a good weekend. Friday we hung out and watched tv. &lt;br /&gt;•Saturday I went to a birthday party. It was a 50's sock hop and the kids were so cute! &lt;br /&gt;•I had a nice talk with a blog friend :) and family. &lt;br /&gt;•Good for the soul...and sanity.&lt;br /&gt;•The kids had hair cuts this weekend well 3 of them anyway. My baby looks so much older when I get his hair cut :/&lt;br /&gt;•Sunday all the bigger kids came home and the hubby went out and practiced some baseball with them.&lt;br /&gt;•What a beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt;•Man my kids think they know everything. (this caused me to learn a few new rules to the game..you know the made up kind...just got tired of arguing about them and said ok whatever)&lt;br /&gt;•One tells the other to get ready for the ball as he sits down in the dirt. &lt;br /&gt;•My Mil is speaking to me again. She has found someone else to be mad at.&lt;br /&gt;•I am still keeping my distance. &lt;br /&gt;•I have been trying to sub more but its hard when I only want to sub at one school.&lt;br /&gt;•Friday I went in and they didn't really need me so I did odds and ends. It wasn't bad and I know the teachers liked it. Well the ones I got to help anyway. Some were just so thankful for the help I may start stopping by there when I volunteer with my kids teachers.&lt;br /&gt;•I put in a complaint with the school. When I get a reply and its over with I will have a special post just for it because man did the Middle School principle piss me off!&lt;br /&gt;•That's it for now. Time to get moving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-7953775695066852126?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7953775695066852126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=7953775695066852126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7953775695066852126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7953775695066852126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/life.html' title='Life :)'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-7935075376501513077</id><published>2011-04-18T05:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:08:30.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The done post was about me being done with everything in general.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with the kids leaving everything in the floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with whining and crying about nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with picking at each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with only half ass doing chores and causing a mess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with cleaning up after everyone only to turn around and see it all messy again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with an upset husband because the house isn't clean but he cant even put his dinner plate in the sink, or his shoes by the door or his spit can in the trash (yuck!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with the kids thinking I am going to wash baseball uniforms that are stuffed in some dirty corner of their bedroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with trying to be in 20 places at once. Yes I have 5 kids. Yes I chose to have 5 kids. Sometimes so that all of them can play sports I need a little help because I cant be in three different cities at the exact same time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I reached a boiling point and exploded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am better now though. Not much really changed but going in my room and not doing all the things I needed to be doing and taking 10 mins to myself gave me the time I needed to sort it all out :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't get any of that wrong the hubby has been going to the games and even a practice or two after work. He just doesn't get home in time to help get them all the places they need to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baseball was ok last week. One team won the other one lost....and there is Tball. It bores me to death!!!!!! The kids have fun and I watch it but man I would rather be watching a real game. Each player gets to hit the ball. 3 pitches and if they haven't hit it they put it on the tee. Then they run to first and stop. Each player does this and they move around the bases one base at a time until the last batter and then everyone still on base runs home. Then its the other teams turn. Its cute and fun to watch for the first inning or so but 3 innings is just a beat down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-7935075376501513077?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7935075376501513077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=7935075376501513077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7935075376501513077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7935075376501513077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/done-and-stuff.html' title='Done and stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-6094242430080020432</id><published>2011-04-13T17:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T17:16:53.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done...</title><content type='html'>I am done.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-6094242430080020432?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6094242430080020432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=6094242430080020432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6094242430080020432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6094242430080020432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/done.html' title='Done...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-7895236710597263927</id><published>2011-04-07T14:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:41:44.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love and hate facebook. I have been trying to look up an old friend but cant seem to find her. I mean there are people that come up in the search but I am not sure which one is her or even if any of them are her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That same kind of thing. I sent a friend request to a guy and asked him if he was the person I was looking for and he accepted the request but didn't answer me. So now I have a friend but I am not sure if its the right one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I had a bright idea to look up an old boyfriend. Never would I even attempt to contact him. He was a bad one. I was shocked to see him on there. I do wish him happiness and I hope he is better to the women in his life than he was me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;On another note....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baseball is going to kick my ass...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost every night of the week we have something going on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;By something I mean a baseball game. I have no idea how I am even going to add practices in with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have so many plans for the next two months I don't know what I am going to do. I cant keep up with it all any more and I have started to plan the summer already. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continued....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my son went to a girls party last night. It felt weird dropping him off. He isn't supposed to be doing that yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday was long. They had the little one play back to back games. After the first one the kids were done and wanted to go home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At one point in the first inning there were 4 kids sitting in a circle in the middle of the field. It made me smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tball cute to watch but its like watching TV on a loop. The kid hits the ball the whole team runs after it. The batter trys to run all the way home and they stop him at first and about every fourth kids get lost on his way to second and ends up in the outfield.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Needless to say pictures and two games was way to much for my little guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The older three did really well. It was exciting to watch them play. One was walked and out after stealing third and over running the bag. The other two got to bat a few times. They had some good hits too:) I am happy they finally have the hand eye coordination to get a hit this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One had a bad call while up to bat and said something to the ump about it after that everything thrown at him was called a strike...even the one that bounced before it got to the plate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the game of golf...I hate even more that on Sunday morning all I want to do is snuggle up with my hubby and sleep late but he wants to get up and go play golf with his buddies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have more to write about but right now I need to go....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-7895236710597263927?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7895236710597263927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=7895236710597263927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7895236710597263927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7895236710597263927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-8915580695152258207</id><published>2011-04-01T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:11:51.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids get ungrounded today. They were really happy to hear it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ones grades still aren't where I want them but they are getting better so its time to ease up a little.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other one had better have learned his lesson.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last weekend was interesting to say the least.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to a birthday party. It was paintball. Once I got over the whole kids are supposed to be grounded not here thing it was pretty fun. There were 2 parties of about 12 kids. The kids had a blast. The adults are going to go back some time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we got home it was a different story though. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had that talk but it wasn't as I had planed. It ended well though and I feel better. Not perfect but much better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also lost a check book this week. That was fun. Panic mode. Called the back and canceled the whole book of checks. Went to all the stores I go to all the time and let them know if they got one back please call me and I would either pay cash for it or write another one that wasn't canceled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was surprised at how understanding they were. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also went to the planetarium for a field trip. It made me sick. I had to close my eyes when they made the stars move.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The museums were really neat. I wish the kids would have slowed down a little so I could look at it all more. The hands on kids part was really neat. They had a blast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We will be going back this summer. The kids will love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The internet is driving me crazy. It goes up and down all the time. Its never down for long just enough to piss me off and to disconnect the hubby's game. That doesn't go over very well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still not talking to the MIL. I had to have her help the other day. I was going to have a friend do it but the hubby asked her first because he thought I wouldn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was right. I wouldn't have. I did swallow my pride and speak to her about what I needed to do. I have learned I can hold a grudge if I really want to. I don't like it though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opening day for baseball was supposed to be this weekend. They had to move it because they don't have uniforms yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the games are going to be during the week. I think there are maybe 2 Sat. games. It kinda sucks because that is going to make having dinner hard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Games will be Mon. Tue. Thurs. and Fri. No more than 2 each week for each of the boys but I am pretty sure that some games over lap and the others well makes me have games 4 nights a week. This kills any excitement I had about baseball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well except the Rangers games. I really want to go to a few this year. I hope we have the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok that's it for now...time to do some more laundry....sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-8915580695152258207?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8915580695152258207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=8915580695152258207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8915580695152258207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8915580695152258207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-kids-get-ungrounded-today.html' title=''/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5815244644655127980</id><published>2011-03-21T21:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:38:41.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep I actually uploaded my pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun on the beach!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-buyRsegDTLc/TYgYqPKclKI/AAAAAAAAATA/Wosh25oCGTY/s1600/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586742451657020578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-buyRsegDTLc/TYgYqPKclKI/AAAAAAAAATA/Wosh25oCGTY/s320/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They played in the waves all day. Man were they cold too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAVaFXPojyg/TYgYZEYEY-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/uGXsKCOl83Y/s1600/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586742156703589346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAVaFXPojyg/TYgYZEYEY-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/uGXsKCOl83Y/s320/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep Men can cook to. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxYXoLPHCR8/TYgYYlth7uI/AAAAAAAAASw/RCRuaGT8jg0/s1600/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586742148472106722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxYXoLPHCR8/TYgYYlth7uI/AAAAAAAAASw/RCRuaGT8jg0/s320/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Sea Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZY8pY7k0zQ/TYgYYO8TQaI/AAAAAAAAASo/NYhY9C5LIIg/s1600/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586742142360043938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZY8pY7k0zQ/TYgYYO8TQaI/AAAAAAAAASo/NYhY9C5LIIg/s320/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were lots of big ships coming and going. Fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h25wSmib57s/TYgYXzJO6sI/AAAAAAAAASg/QhcE2u1cZz8/s1600/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586742134898092738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h25wSmib57s/TYgYXzJO6sI/AAAAAAAAASg/QhcE2u1cZz8/s320/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful! The only sun rise I saw the whole time. (Man that felt good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQnzfTFz_Vs/TYgYXpyhWMI/AAAAAAAAASY/btcHn50BUg0/s1600/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586742132386912450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQnzfTFz_Vs/TYgYXpyhWMI/AAAAAAAAASY/btcHn50BUg0/s320/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5815244644655127980?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5815244644655127980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5815244644655127980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5815244644655127980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5815244644655127980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/yep-i-actually-uploaded-my-pics.html' title='Yep I actually uploaded my pics...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-buyRsegDTLc/TYgYqPKclKI/AAAAAAAAATA/Wosh25oCGTY/s72-c/Surfside%2BBeach%2BSpring%2BBreak%2B2011%2B129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-8501865914139701190</id><published>2011-03-21T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:04:11.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;was a good time with good people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to the coast.  3 families and 2 singles rented a beach house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know it sounds like alot of people for one house but there was plenty of rooms. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were right on the beach (sorta, there was a grassy lot and a road between the house and the beach, but no one used the road because the only house on it was empty last week and the grassy lot made a great play area for the kids). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The beach was really nice for most of the week. The last 2 days not so much.  I guess the tide changed? (the waves changed directions) It caused a bunch of brown stuff and jellyfish to wash up on the beach.  Yuck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was really too cold to be swimming but the kids did anyway.  They had a blast. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The older boys came and went as the pleased for the most part. Only had to let someone know they were leaving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best part is that because we were with other families with children ours had plenty of people to hang out with and didn't really fight the whole time we were there :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think we have ever eaten so much grilled food though. Chicken, steaks, fajitas, shish kabobs, hamburgers.  The veggies were great.  Nothing from a can, and nothing frozen. It was awesome and I learned a few new things for dinner :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids at so many corn dogs I lost count.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to the Texas Sea Center and a little museum that I thought would be crappy. It was actually really kinda neat a much bigger than I thought.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We tried to go crab fishing without much luck but the kids had fun and managed to throw both nets completely into the water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While there we ran into a rotten little boy that even the girls wanted to slap his little mouth. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We also went bowling. Now that was fun. All the little ones on one lane with bumpers, the big kids on one and the adults on one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought that would make things easier and the adults game would move a little faster than the kids.  Nope the kids smoked us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did break 100 on both games so I was proud of myself :)  (yeah I know its still low but hey I am lucky to break 60)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rest of the time was spent at the beach or for the boys fishing (oh yeah throw in some catch and football too, oh and golf for the men). Well except the evenings which included lots of laughter, too much alcohol, good friends, and cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We didn't plan a whole lot but I think that's what made it so much fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will get my pictures on the computer and share a few sometime this week when I catch up and laundry and all the kids stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-8501865914139701190?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8501865914139701190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=8501865914139701190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8501865914139701190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8501865914139701190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3464663581786329413</id><published>2011-03-21T00:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:35:44.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while..</title><content type='html'>As you know things have been weighing heavy on my heart.  I decided that I would push them all aside and deal with them when we returned from vacation since we would be spending the week with two other families and a few single friends.  To keep that much hurt, anger, jealousy (as some would say), wonder, and worry inside for so long is really hard to do.  Its harder to let it all go and have a good time, and yet even more so to bring yourself back to reality and actually deal with it all.  At one point I did give in and spill my guts to what used to be just a family friend. She is now more to me than that.  That also led to a conversation between our hubbies while they played golf today.  I had shared more than he had.  I felt better after talking with her. She had words of wisdom and encouragement.  I will let ya now next week how it all turns out (well unless it goes bad, then I might be here spilling my heart).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3464663581786329413?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3464663581786329413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3464663581786329413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3464663581786329413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3464663581786329413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while..'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2957507801620031694</id><published>2011-03-08T13:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:53:41.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that light at the end of the tunnel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;or is it just another train wreck headed my way?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am happy the women in my life (and a man or two) understand where my feeling are coming from because my husband sure as hell doesn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought it would make it better to vent and get it all out but man is doesn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is trying though....well I think he is anyway...he may have just stopped telling me about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have talked, alot. I am not sure he even feels like we have a problem or if its just in my head that there is one.  My heart aches at the thoughts and worries I have so I know there is a problem. More talking and dealing to come but I can only handle so much at once.  So I am grateful for your thoughts and prayers and good wishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids, well last week was a long one.  One of them wanted to move out, stole his brothers money but didn't really..he really just sold his ipod, said some stuff he shouldn't have at school and then to end the week he thought it was a good idea to burn paper in his bed room.  Yep that was the good kid!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no idea what got into him last week.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The one kid I always feel like I am getting on to didn't even make the radar last week. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One is still grounded for his report card and will remain in his room until he brings home a good progress report.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The little one doesn't think he needs dinner unless its hamburgers or we order out. Grrrr.... This battle stinks.  I hate giving everyone but him dessert.  He hold a grudge like no other. I almost think he is female.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other one well he is bossy as all get out and threatens others if he doesn't get his way.  Yea that doesn't go over so well with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The newest one (since some wonderful friends taught him what the middle finger means)  "If you don't I am going to flip you off."  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't spank my kids often but man they are really pushing the buttons...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was dreading baseball starting but two boys had their first practice and it was great. I was excited to see some friendly faces from football. (we were all in agreement that we were still ready for football to start back up)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fun is already beginning though. Those two and the littlest one have practice at the same time Thursday in two different places...ones not even in town :(  Since I am avoiding my MIL like the plague I don't know how I am going to pull that one off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other coach I haven't heard from yet but he has talked to his friends at school to know who's team he will be with.  Now just waiting on practices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been cleaning like a crazy woman too. I mean windows, closets, drawers, everything. That's a long story in its self, but that's part of last week to.  I do admit it was good for the soul and thinking time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2957507801620031694?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2957507801620031694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2957507801620031694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2957507801620031694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2957507801620031694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-that-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Is that light at the end of the tunnel...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1590788224992487711</id><published>2011-03-03T21:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:35:59.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>I need to be found and dropped at the nearest crazy house.  I can handle this any more.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1590788224992487711?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1590788224992487711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1590788224992487711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1590788224992487711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1590788224992487711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1409092646034059216</id><published>2011-03-02T16:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:47:49.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;...has gotten hard to say the least.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hubby has a friend that I don't really like being such a close friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its a new thing because she is having relationship problems. Now I don't mind them being friends but she is needy and calls him for everything. He is the type of guy that tries to help everyone, wants everyone to be happy. Well that's fine and all but a woman losing her man and needy...well lets just say I see problems coming. Not really from him but from her.  He doesn't see it the same way I do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have more on that subject but it just makes me sick to even think of it so maybe another time...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's not the only issue going on in my house. The two things going on together well I just cant handle it. I have cried for 2 days straight now.  Its still not out because I still don't feel anything has been resolved and know there is more to come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On top of that I am getting sick :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hello stress and worry.  If anything else heads my way they are going to have to check me into the loony bin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1409092646034059216?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1409092646034059216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1409092646034059216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1409092646034059216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1409092646034059216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2244971904626456791</id><published>2011-02-21T07:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T08:15:22.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and stuff...</title><content type='html'>So this is just going to be more bitching about the pervious post so you can skip it if you want :) I just need to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how I didn't say a word to my MIL about what is going on. I didn't even say anything to my hubby about it until he came home in a bad mood and pissed and asked me what I thought but this is still all my fault and I am the bitch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While watching my kids play basketball we always sit together. Well when she came in she kinda sat with me but two rows up and about four seats down.  I would have preferred her just not come near me if that's what she wanted to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love getting dirty looks and glares from other members of his family. Really I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I told my husband this is going to go on forever because I am not just going to get over it. He doesn't see it that way. He says she will be mad at his sister in a week and forget all about him.  That totally drives me crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sucky part about it is that I still have to ask for her help every so often because sometimes I need her to pick up the boys and keep them for about 15-20 mins after school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2244971904626456791?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2244971904626456791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2244971904626456791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2244971904626456791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2244971904626456791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-and-stuff.html' title='Life and stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5896076161223397238</id><published>2011-02-17T23:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:18:44.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just cant get over now...</title><content type='html'>I wasnt pissed at first but then I got in a funk and now I just cant get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MIL who is always complaining that I am harder on one than the others and who is always on my hubby that I play favorites is the worlds worst.  I have 5 boys, 2 his 1 mine and 2 ours.  His 2 are welcome any time they ask or any time his ex ask her to keep them. She never and I mean never tells them no.  The little 2 ask to go over there and the answer is not today maybe tomorrow or next weekend. She does always get them few a few hours when she tells them that.  We used to ask her to baby sit the boys every so often (not much because well we have 5 boys) but mostly we try to make it where we only need a babysitter for 2 so its not so much work. Of course she lets the other 2 come from their mothers as well so she usually has 4. Well this weekend happens to be one of those weekends but one of the boys is staying home but his dad has to work this weekend.  Well its a problem for her to keep him too because she is keeping one of the boys cousins and well you know the other 2 are coming because he is going to be there. Its fine for all of them to be there but adding one more is a major problem.  If thats not favorites I dont know what is...She has always been that way and I noticed it along time ago but when the hubby came home asking about why one was staying home and if he had asked and we werent going to have a baby sitter any more I knew something was up.  I wasnt pissed at first but the hubby was in a bad mood because of it and the more I thought about it the more it pisses me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5896076161223397238?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5896076161223397238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5896076161223397238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5896076161223397238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5896076161223397238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-cant-get-over-now.html' title='I just cant get over now...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-7826300764431750680</id><published>2011-02-17T12:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:45:57.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I had reason...</title><content type='html'>So I was nervous for a reason.  The door get taken out and the hole in the wall cut to size and....the door fit but has 3 big dents in the door :(  Off to Denton to get another one....well not me the guy installing the door because well I dont think the door would look very good on top of my mini van :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-7826300764431750680?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7826300764431750680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=7826300764431750680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7826300764431750680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7826300764431750680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-had-reason.html' title='I had reason...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-874190765715722472</id><published>2011-02-17T11:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:30:13.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to keep myself busy right now. We are having a new door installed. The man has to cut out part of the wall.....Can you say nervous?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also have this thing about giving advice about how something should be done.  Man that really pisses my hubby off. I dont think it would make this guy happy either :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sports are coming to an end.  This weekend is the last basketball game.  I am excited and disappointed at the same time.  The oldest one was going to run track but then all of a sudden he isnt any more. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not sure about baseball. My kids arent really great at it but love it and I love to watch baseball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband has gone sports crazy.  It started with football, then baseball (when they were winning he all of a sudden took interest and now loves it), then golf. He is even talking about getting the sports package for the tv...I dont think I could handle it.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We looked into half season tickets for the rangers. I was super excited but I am not sure we will be getting them.  Kind of expensive for as many as we would need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have made some good friends lately.  Not really new friends just hanging out more. I love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valentines Day was nice...The hubby was almost sweet :)  Sunday he came in from the store with flowers and a teddy bear....as he handed them to me he said "Here before I forget tomorrow is Valentines."...almost sweet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My youngest one has already figured out how to play hookie. I am going to have to watch that one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-874190765715722472?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/874190765715722472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=874190765715722472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/874190765715722472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/874190765715722472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/life.html' title='life....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-6203352866380128399</id><published>2011-02-15T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:45:59.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I love it and it fits right now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s4Rax2PXiWA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-6203352866380128399?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6203352866380128399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=6203352866380128399' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6203352866380128399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6203352866380128399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/because-i-love-it-and-it-fits-right-now.html' title='Because I love it and it fits right now...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s4Rax2PXiWA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1981426396620042760</id><published>2011-02-09T11:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:01:24.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wow... we have had a lot of ice and snow lately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After being shut in with the everyone last week I was really hoping not to get any more ice this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont get me wrong last week was fun but I was ready for my peace and quiet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say shut in but we left at least once every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All last week we spent with some friends. Us there or them here. It was nice. Had dinner and played cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing the same tonight I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a ton of people over for the super bowl. The people we have been spending all our time with havent really seen me pissy. Well I was for a bit on Sunday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was everyone in the house and in my kitchen and me trying to get stuff ready. I just couldnt take it any more. When the kids started wrestling I kinda lost it. My poor kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the boys has 0's in one of his classes. I found them last Monday and he was grounded. Last week he got to not be grounded because well there wasnt anything he could do but he still has them so this week he stays grounded. The next few days will be hell for him and me :( He is the one that doesnt take the grounding you have to enforce it. It seems that I have to tell him to go back to his room every 10 mins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frustrated to say the least.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hubby and one of the kids ordered some stuff online. They have been waiting on it to get here since last week. Its driving them crazy and kinda makes me smile inside because I said they should wait. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that its so cold out....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know I just cut this off but I have to go....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1981426396620042760?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1981426396620042760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1981426396620042760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1981426396620042760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1981426396620042760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/cold.html' title='Cold...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-8199199940795443335</id><published>2011-01-28T00:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T01:07:45.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had lunch with one of my favorite bloggers who isnt blogging any more and my cousin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was great.  I am sure they were wondering when we were going to leave. We started before lunch rush and stayed almost till the end...maybe it was the end :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was so much fun! I cant wait to do it again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This morning one of my little ones woke up with a stomach ach. Poor thing. His felt better and then all of a sudden he had fever.  He is good now, sleeping peacefully on the couch...I am sure he isnt going to school in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was supposed to sub too :( I was looking forward to it. I may still. He is plenty old enough to stay at home by himself.  That may be a fight with the hubby though and well its just wouldnt be worth it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My washer is leaking water :( It has been for almost a week now. I have asked th hubby to look at it but he still hasnt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have done what I can with it but I dont know much about that kind of stuff.  I have checked the hoses and they seem to be fine and I know the general area it is leaking from but thats about all I can do :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am debating on whether a repairman and repairs will be worth it or if its just time for a new one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am up way past my bedtime. I cant sleep! Doing laundry. Yuck.  The whole not being able to sleep may be my own doing. I had a 3 hour nap in the middle of the day :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My January goal of making my bed every day has had some success but not as much as I wanted.  The bed gets made almost everyday but most days not until late afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know what February's goal will be.  I am going to try to get rid of my ponytail...well for most days...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-8199199940795443335?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8199199940795443335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=8199199940795443335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8199199940795443335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8199199940795443335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good :)'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2217551907479104239</id><published>2011-01-26T02:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T02:27:18.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I have removed most of my links on the side. Not because I dont love them but because they are either private or no longer there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2217551907479104239?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2217551907479104239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2217551907479104239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2217551907479104239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2217551907479104239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_26.html' title=':('/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-6119770116721678596</id><published>2011-01-23T09:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:54:03.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been finding harder to get myself to post anything lately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister went to trial last week.  Things went really well.  Reading the comments on the news though is never a good idea.  Some broke my heart and others just really piss me off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have some friends that just got married not even a month ago. They are having problems already. Big ones.  I can deal with it but last night it affected my kids. I have had enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate McDonald's toys.  I hate putting teeny weeny little stickers on. I hate looking for an hour because they have shot part of it and cant find it but they just have to have it.  The kids love them so I guess I will have to deal with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supper excited about lunch Wednesday. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kiddo started the dishwasher for me the other day.  He closed my phone charger in it. It doesnt work any more :(  I have been using his phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is 10 to early to start drinking?  I mean its after noon somewhere right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that my kids let me sleep late now :) They can make their own bowl of cereal and finally understand they can turn on the TV without me but I truly miss pulling one in bed with me when he comes in too early :A(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-6119770116721678596?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6119770116721678596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=6119770116721678596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6119770116721678596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6119770116721678596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/blah.html' title='Blah...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3076233738238404158</id><published>2011-01-18T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:43:15.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Stuff :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so basketball &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hasnt&lt;/span&gt; been the best season. The oldest one still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hasnt&lt;/span&gt; won a game yet :( The other ones well they have won the last two :) One &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; even want to play because "he never gets to play."  I do have to agree though. Their coach while good with plays, 3 players always stay in only leaving 2 spots to switch others in and out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; party at chuck e cheese this weekend. It was surprisingly fun :)  The little ones at just big enough to start doing some of it on their own and I got to play the ones that give lots of tickets so they would get to pick prizes to!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried to make oatmeal...I added to much water....yuck!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so excited.  All my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows are starting back up :)  We record them and watch them without commercials.  So much better that way and we watch them on our own time.  I love the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thinking about asking a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; that I cant read their blogs any more if they want to get together for lunch one day next week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My youngest child no longer wants to go to school. He is fine when he gets there but getting him in bed so he will be up in the morning is almost impossible.  And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even mention school in the morning or he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; putting anything on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need some ideas for helping him enjoy homework and school work. If you have any send them my way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been hanging out with some friends lately.   Its gotten to the point when they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; show up I am asking where they are and why they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; come over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been working a little more too :) Its good for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a random question too. What does everyone do with their tax return? Is it big or small?  We spend it on bills usually.  I know some that put with hold the minimum (and owe) and some that withhold the max (for a big return)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3076233738238404158?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3076233738238404158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3076233738238404158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3076233738238404158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3076233738238404158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-and-stuff.html' title='Life and Stuff :)'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-670030069757210713</id><published>2011-01-10T09:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:42:25.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSsmI1iLY9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uF3JeDX9pKc/s1600/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560580098170250194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSsmI1iLY9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uF3JeDX9pKc/s320/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a girls night! Oh my goodness was it fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to a place call &lt;a href="http://www.apieceofworkonline.com/"&gt;A Piece of Work&lt;/a&gt;. They teach you how to paint. Check out their calendar. I cant wait to go back :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yep I painted that :) It was easier than I thought but still kinda hard for me. As you can see its cute but not great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A group of 11 of us went. We drank, snacked, painted, and laughed our butts off. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cousins painting is great. Her lips are all messed up and one of her eyes are huge. I mean huge. And she painted the what was supposed to be on the inside of the eye outside :) When she showed us we laughed so hard the rest of the class came to see what we were laughing at. She is a good sport and shared. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want to see more pics they took some and they are &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/A-Piece-of-Work/149076848459650?ref=ts&amp;amp;v=wall#!/pages/A-Piece-of-Work/149076848459650"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The one we did was called Mimi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is definitely something I want to go back and do again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the best things about this place is they are willing to help if you need it and they allow for you to change the picture any way you wish. One guy didnt even do that painting he did his own thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have decided we are going to have a girls night at least once a month. It was well worth it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did forget to say I had a blast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-670030069757210713?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/670030069757210713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=670030069757210713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/670030069757210713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/670030069757210713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/girls-night.html' title='Girls Night!'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSsmI1iLY9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uF3JeDX9pKc/s72-c/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5328872274818840754</id><published>2011-01-07T05:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:09:54.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I am sad to see what I consider a blogging friend go. I do understand her leaving though. This has affected her children and husband and that is just not acceptable. I do hope that things get better. The person doing all this should take a look at their own self. Arent you the gossip now? Should someone attack you? I find myself hoping that someone will on one hand and not on the other. Showing the world that one person is a gossip is no excuse for an attack on an entire family. It is a shame someone has twisted words into something they are not. I hope that you have achieved what you were after. I hope that you are now satisfied and can stop your hatred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5328872274818840754?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5328872274818840754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5328872274818840754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5328872274818840754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5328872274818840754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-523063559679343755</id><published>2011-01-04T09:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:45:47.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man....</title><content type='html'>Everyone is going to invited readers only.  I cant see some of my favorite blogs any more : ( Why does it make me sign in everytime I got to the web page? Even if I am already signed into blogger/google.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-523063559679343755?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/523063559679343755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=523063559679343755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/523063559679343755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/523063559679343755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/man.html' title='Man....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-8597488931553759297</id><published>2011-01-04T09:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:39:12.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe...</title><content type='html'>I just realized my back ground says Happy Thanksgiving....I think its time for me to look for a new one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a lot on my mind lately just not the urge to post anything :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a great holiday. Christmas seemed to go on forever. That could be because we go so many places. This year it started and ended in the same place (Grandma's house) but it was nice.  I got to see my family and spend lots of time with my children and hubby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are all back to school and work now.  I enjoy my peace and quiet for about an hour or so in the mornings before I start missing them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New years was fun. Not much drinking on my part or the hubby either. Thats new for me :) First time in about 5 years he has been awake when the ball drops.  Had the kids too.  We spent the evening with my SIL and family at the hubby's aunts. Played poker and LRC (or RCL).  We came out a dollar ahead. My only complaint was the hubby thought it was more important to send a text than to kiss me :/ Boy did he get.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant believe 2010 has come and gone already.  I am make a resolutions list this year. I have never bothered before because it always seems so unrealistic to make a list of things you want to change just because its a new year. I am going for simple :) The first one is to make my bed everyday (I got out of the habit and now hardly ever do). I started this one the week before the new year though and it seems to be going good. They say if you do something 21 time in a row it becomes a habit..( I hope they are right).  When I get through this one I will let you know about the next. They will all be habit forming things that will improve my life in some small way. Going to try for one a month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car (well minivan) will be paid for by the end of April. (hopefully sooner) My hubby wants to get a new one right away. Me not so much. I would rather not have a car payment for a year or so.  I might have him talked into it. It sure would be nice not to have to worry about it and also give us a bigger down payment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wants a suburban. Eeeek. I can barely drive the minivan I dont want something that big.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My youngest bought himself  a pillow pet with some of his Christmas money. I had to make myself let him get one because I thought for sure that would be a waste of money.  Man does he love that thing. He even gave him a name and wants to take him everywhere. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids got enough Nerf guns to have a war.  I keep finding darts everywhere.  There were about 10 in the tree when I took it down. The kids were glad to have them back.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok I am rambling now so off I go. I will try to write some of the crap that keeps racing through my head down before I forget it all again.   Wishing you all a wonderful, peaceful, and joyous Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-8597488931553759297?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8597488931553759297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=8597488931553759297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8597488931553759297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8597488931553759297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/hehe.html' title='Hehe...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2124933410506994635</id><published>2010-12-29T00:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:27:18.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family :)</title><content type='html'>My Dad is coming to town tomorrow! I am super excited to see him. He lived so far away when I was growing up I didnt see him but 3-4 times a year. As I got older it was even less. Then a few years ago he moved closer but I still only saw him every now and then. :( I now regret that as he has moved away again. Though I cant change the past I am going to try to see him as much as possible while he is here and hopefully get to go see him some as well. (Sometimes thats hard due to the kids and school and sports and the hubbys work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Edit***&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my Dad today :) Even it it was only for a few hours it was good to see him. I hope there will be time for another visit before he goes back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2124933410506994635?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2124933410506994635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2124933410506994635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2124933410506994635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2124933410506994635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-dad-is-coming-to-town-tomorrow-i-am.html' title='Family :)'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1070187544365584136</id><published>2010-12-27T11:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T11:58:09.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I know its a little late but I was spending time with my family :)  I hope you all had a wonderful fun filled Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas we did things a little different than usual. We opened our family Christmas at home on Christmas Eve instead of taking it to my moms. I hate to say it but it was nice. We managed to get through the holiday without fighting once. I didnt feel rushed to put everything away or to get anywhere.  The kids got to play with their presents and we didnt need 2 cars to pack everything in (before you think omg those kids are spoiled remember that there are 7 of us and presents from Santa, Grandparents, aunts and uncles from both sides of the family and us are alot and some are really big).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids this year didnt seem to have as much as the years before but seemed to enjoy it more.  I liked it. 4 gifts from us which included clothes, books, a small toy and a game or movie to share with the family.  The older kids got one gift from Santa - a desk, remote control car, and a magic set. The younger ones got 2(because they were easier for Santa to make)-- both got a scooter, and then a trio building set (kinda like legos but better ...I think) and a play dough set.  From others they got more games, books and a few small toys. Now all we need is a new book shelf for the games and books.  I think thats not a bad complaint to have. :)  I by far think this is the best Christmas of my adult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you are wondering what I got for Christmas, I got a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Framed picture of the family pictures we took over the summer for my Mom.---its already on the wall and it usually take forever for me to hang pictures!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picture frame mobile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new monitor- I had to have one and it seemed practical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;headset- repeat from above&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the expansion to the video game I play.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep I had a great Christmas too :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1070187544365584136?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1070187544365584136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1070187544365584136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1070187544365584136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1070187544365584136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-7518035778621537082</id><published>2010-12-22T22:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:55:42.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TRLV4Y2PSlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WzdwrrhxK00/s1600/jake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553736455220578898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TRLV4Y2PSlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WzdwrrhxK00/s320/jake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went ice skating with the family today! I only fell once but it was a good one :( I was going to post a pic of my knee and the nice little knot and bruise it left but I noticed it winter and I haven't shaved in a day or two ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kiddo fell too. Poor thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The little ones did much better this year than last. (This was their Christmas present from my uncle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They also asked to go to his house after. Of course he said yes :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last week was the end of school for this year. Our school got to have Christmas parties while the others had holiday parties. I love that about small town schools.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss the first one though. I swear the note said both parties started at 10. I was wrong. One was at 9 and the other at 930. Totally missed it. I felt really really bad. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This year has been impossible to buy presents for my kids. Either I cant find something they would like or it just looks like crap (they don't make things like they used to). It didn't help that we said no electronics this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ordered some of it online. I was a little worried about it getting here on time because I did the free shipping thing. It would have been another $40 to upgrade the shipping and that would have made the present not worth the price. It was ok because I got it today :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hubby is sick :( Just in time for Christmas. I asked him if I was going to have to go to his family by myself with the kids. He said he would tell me when it got here. I wont be happy. Maybe we could just not go :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been wearing my hair down rather than the normal pony tail for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't really had a hair style since high school (unless you call short then long then short all one length a style). I want something cute but easy to take care of. I just cant decide and when I do I am too chicken to do it :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have started my New Years resolution list already. I am trying to keep it simple and stuff that I will follow through with. The hair is on it. Anyone know a really good hairdresser that I can trust to say do something cute?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-7518035778621537082?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7518035778621537082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=7518035778621537082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7518035778621537082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7518035778621537082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-and-stuff.html' title='Life and Stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TRLV4Y2PSlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WzdwrrhxK00/s72-c/jake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1087385868739255541</id><published>2010-12-19T20:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:03:54.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing a Blog..</title><content type='html'>I was sad to see my favorite blog to read is not up right now. I hope its not for long though because I really enjoyed it. Don't let her bully you. She may be playing dirty but don't let her get away with that. Call her out on what she has done. There is no excuse for what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Edit****&lt;br /&gt;I am still mad/upset about something that happened over a blog and personal thoughts and feelings. I am sad for the family going through it (because its no longer just on the blog), I am mad at the woman/man doing it, and dumb founded as to how it could be taken so far.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how one could be so mad about not being able to be heard (rude or not) and then turn around and do the same thing to others. I was checking in on it and I gave my opinion but was ignored. I wont any more. I wont give you the satisfaction of thinking your opinion maters. I know the friend I have made through a blog is a good person. I wont listen (read) about how you twist her words/ actions. She was nothing but concerned and caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Edit #2****&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would just let this go and move on.  It pisses me off every time I think about it (and it has nothing to do with me!). GRRRRRR.  I think what pisses me off so much is that I cant do anything to help the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1087385868739255541?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1087385868739255541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1087385868739255541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1087385868739255541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1087385868739255541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-blog.html' title='Missing a Blog..'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-8395158579942020910</id><published>2010-12-06T13:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:07:53.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok so I have been really busy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did. Had a quiet lunch with my Mom, Step Dad and sister. After we sat around and talked. It was really nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband has taken up golf.  Which is fine but he wants to go all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He keeps adding things to his Christmas list. He is driving me crazy because he wants to go buy everything right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With him I have to wait until last minute because if he knows its in the house he will go find it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are starting Christmas shopping this week.  I still dont really know what I want to get my kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Football is officially over for us. We had our end of season party yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was fun. The coaches loved their gifts. We got them a book. One of the players mothers took picture all year long and put it together for us. It was awesome!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She also made a slide show for us. She made my life much easier :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was talking about the coaches I almost cried. I am going to miss peewee.  This was the boys last year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some other stuff has been going on in life too but well it sounds like bitching alot or its really depressing so that boring ol stuff I will keep to myself because I am in a better mood for now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy days :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-8395158579942020910?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8395158579942020910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=8395158579942020910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8395158579942020910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8395158579942020910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1449253725469676250</id><published>2010-11-22T16:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:07:42.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend was good : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had company come in on Thursday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice people. We didnt do a whole lot due to the time constraints of school pick up but we had a good time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I may need a liver transplant after this weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowling on Friday. Man I suck! It was a blast though. We are going to have to do it again sometime soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday during the day was all about the boys and football. They won!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Football is finally over !!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came in 3rd for the season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Their coach bought himself what we planned for a gift for him. Now I have no clue. Any ideas for a gift for a great man that has been great in not only teaching my children about football but also about responsibility, respect, manners, and many other things?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The night consisted of lots of drinking. I may or may not have surprised all the  boys coaches (they have become friends).  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday was beautiful. I cant believe how nice it has been. I loved it. We had a cookout. This time the kids got to come :) (they were sent away for all the other fun)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The food was good, the beer was cold, and the company was great. I couldnt have asked for a better afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just got the kids Christmas list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of them looks almost like the one from last year only with a few book titles changed. Sigh. We already bought him that stuff and he didnt use it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The little ones lists are a mess. They just run around looking at the stuff they already have and if they like it then they add it to their list. Not very helpful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One wants zebra print socks, or the bright green, pink , purple or blue ones. Have I mentioned that I have all boys. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other one is all about video games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1449253725469676250?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1449253725469676250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1449253725469676250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1449253725469676250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1449253725469676250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-weekend-was-good.html' title='This weekend was good : )'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3001921143751262836</id><published>2010-11-15T01:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T02:01:50.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boys football game &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; go so well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of their players got hurt a week ago. Never went to the doc. After 3 more games he finally had it checked out. He has a hairline fracture. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was lazy all weekend. :) The only thing I really did was the one football game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a roast tonight for dinner. I was thinking it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; turn out so great by the stuff it said to put in it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was AWESOME! Even the kids liked it and they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; usually like roast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We record &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of TV now. If its a show I like I just set the thing to record whenever a new one comes on. I love that feature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the evenings once the kids are in bed the hubby and I usually watch one or two shows and we skip all the commercials. Its really nice because it only takes about half the time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are having company next weekend. I am both excited and blah about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning every inch, nook and cranny in the house is a pain in the arse and it still never looks clean enough for company. Not to mention that as soon as the kids walk through the door it looks as if a tornado has come right through the middle of the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excited because we get to meet some friends we have never met in person before. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually have stuff that I want to put on my Christmas list this year :) My parents will be happy about that. The hubby too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant believe that Thanksgiving is almost here :) Its my favorite holiday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to enjoy family and friends without all the commercialized and gift giving of Christmas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well usually you get to spend it with family. My family this year has decided not to do anything together. Just do whatever you want. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I want to show up at my Moms and have Thanksgiving dinner with my family...or we could just go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIL's&lt;/span&gt; house a day early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3001921143751262836?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3001921143751262836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3001921143751262836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3001921143751262836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3001921143751262836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuff.html' title='Stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-6016169648712625337</id><published>2010-11-11T22:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:11:07.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am doing better. Not great. But better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am getting sick though :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have football over load.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boys had two extra games this week during the week. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was to see if they were going to get to play in the play offs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are. They played great and if they keep playing the way they did this week they have a good chance to win the Super Bowl!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That is it for that cause I am done with football (well not really but I wish I were)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basketball started. The oldest had his first game ever tonight. They lost but he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; do bad. He is way too short though. Everyone else was about a foot taller than him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention that I am getting sick...yuck. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; all. Short and sweet today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-6016169648712625337?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6016169648712625337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=6016169648712625337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6016169648712625337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6016169648712625337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-750925348597759766</id><published>2010-11-07T10:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:57:35.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and stuff...part 2 : Subbing</title><content type='html'>I have been subbing as much as I can stand. I subbed half a day on Monday and then again for the same teacher on Friday. Her class has some special students in it.  On Monday I had a problem with one student.  One that I didnt know had any problems or special needs.  She refused to talk to me at all, wouldnt do what I asked her to do, was throwing things at other students, and wouldnt put her stuff up the it was supposed to be. This girl would not even acknowledge that I was talking to her. End the end another aide told her she needed to do it correctly and the girl slammed her locker and stood there with her arms crossed.  Another teacher went and got a counselor for me. I never raised my voice, I wasnt frustrated with her, and thought I had handled her fairly well.  I guess not because I got a note from the teacher on Friday.  "Backing them into a corner like Monday will cause problems." I was pissed, almost enough to ask for a new sub for the day. I didnt back that girl in a corner. She was rude and disrespectful and not doing what she was supposed to be doing. I was going to let her take her stuff home like it was because I know if my kids had brought home a folder like that they would have been in trouble.  All that being said, Friday went pretty well but I still wont be subbing for her ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-750925348597759766?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/750925348597759766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=750925348597759766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/750925348597759766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/750925348597759766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-and-stuffpart-2.html' title='Life and stuff...part 2 : Subbing'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5788217607431830023</id><published>2010-11-07T10:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:31:34.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Stuff.....</title><content type='html'>**Edit** Its been so long that I almost feel like I have fallen off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while. I have been busy. Since I last posted a lot has happen sports wise..so I will start with those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Rangers lost the World Series. Either they played awful or the Giants are way better. I dont really keep up with baseball to much any more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried for years to get my hubby to go to a baseball game with me and he wouldnt have anything to do with them. He wasnt even remotely interested.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He went to 2 championship games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We will be going to a few regular season games next year. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cowboys really suck. Thats all I have to say about them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My oldest son is done with football. Last week was his last game. It was cold and wet. Not raining the whole time just drizzling enough to keep you wet. They won. It was a great way to end Middle School football for him :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was pissed at me when I didnt let him stay to watch the other game like I had planned. It hadnt rained all day when I planned that. It pored on the game after his. I was glad I didnt let him stay he would have been sick after playing in the rain when it was so cold out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PeeWee football. Well I have lots to say about this. Maybe in another post?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or not...We have to play 2 extra games this week to see who is going to be in the play offs. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We lost on Saturday to an incomplete pass. I was so mad. The call was made and we have to live with it and I can handle that but was got me so mad was to watch the other teams coach turn around and ask if he was in get the answer no and the smile and shrug about it and laugh. That was about all I could take...I yelled at him. He didnt even know :( As I took off yelling my MIL stopped me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That was a good thing the hubby was already pissed at the other coach for telling the team he wanted the QB on his back every play with or without the ball. That my friends is bad coaching.....have I mentioned that the QB is one of my sons. Yep one pissed off hubby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok thats all the sports stuff for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5788217607431830023?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5788217607431830023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5788217607431830023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5788217607431830023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5788217607431830023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-and-stuff.html' title='Life and Stuff.....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5738154008211368428</id><published>2010-10-27T01:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:13:58.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad...Heartbroken really.</title><content type='html'>**Edit**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask a question you should be ready for the answer. Sometimes the question you ask can have an answer that may hurt.  I avoided a question like this for a day or two. I had already asked a few questions and didnt really like the answers so I held on to the last question because didnt think I could bare the answer if it wasnt what I was hoping for. I never thought of not getting an answer to the question I asked.  It hurt so much more than I thought and as I sit here now thinking about it I still cant hold back the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I still dont have answer to my question and now I have so many more but things right now are like it never even happened. Well sort of.  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5738154008211368428?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5738154008211368428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5738154008211368428' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5738154008211368428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5738154008211368428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/sadheartbroken-really.html' title='Sad...Heartbroken really.'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-7317653789843432608</id><published>2010-10-26T09:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:06:27.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Busy and stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woo hoo! Go Rangers....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hubby got to go to that game too. Me? nope. I didnt want to pay for the ticket. They were expensive. Two days before we had to find his Aunt some tickets. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He had a great time. Called during the 7th for me to look for Series tickets. That isnt happening. Well unless someone else pays for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kiddo was hurt during school playing football during practice. Hurt his shoulder. I hate getting phone calls about that kind of stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The convo was something like...Is this Tyler's Mom...Yes...Can you come get him? His shoulder was hurt during practice and you might need to take him to the doctor....Ok I am right outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scarred the crap outta me. No swelling and he is moving it. My son is known to milk any kind of injury. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His arm is fine now. He stressed the ligament in his shoulder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He played in his game the next week....after he had said he wasnt going to only to call as they were leaving to ask if he could. Yea he could but I wasnt going because he wasnt going to play and then I didnt have time to get the other kids and get to his game. Grr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PeeWee was going to be good but we only played one quarter before it was rained out. :( Just enough for them to see the new defense the boys learned. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our last 2 game are with the other Bridgeport teams so they really want to win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Could the Cowboy season get worse? Yep it did. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been busy busy busy....but I like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a boy stay with us for several days. I like the kid but that wont happen ever again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My children think they do not have to mind when he is here. I had to call the hubby to get on to them because they wouldnt listen to me. Really. I never do that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I cant control my children then there is a problem. Well I had problems. It was either call him or beat them (I mean really beat them...not just the I am going to beat you threat that really just means your about to be sent to your room)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weekend ended great though. I went to a surprise party for my cousin that really isnt my cousin....See she is my cousins cousin (did you get that?) but its like we are all family anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She thought she was just going to eat and to a haunted house with a few friends. When she came in she saw the Happy Birthday but didnt notice all the people in the room were people she knew (that is normal for her). It was great because she had never had a just birthday party because her birthday is Halloween.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a good time and I got to see the girls in my family :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They all went to the haunted house but I went home. I already had a message from the hubby that said..."I am going to beat them. Every single one of them. Love you." before he got the phone hung up I could hear him yell ...Stop that. Get to your room now. ....It made me laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to pick out Halloween costumes. The older boys didnt want one this year. I didnt figure they would. I am half expecting them to ask if they can go with their friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The little ones are.....Iron Man. Yep both of them are Iron Man. One Red and the other Silver. I cant believe the both picked him. They didnt even fight over who was going to which one. I think it will be cute. I am sure they will be wearing these costumes for weeks. The little one has already planned when he can wear his..Wed. because we have practice tonight and we cant get it dirty before trick or treating on Sunday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok thats all I have...I need to get busy with some house work and stuff..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-7317653789843432608?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7317653789843432608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=7317653789843432608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7317653789843432608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7317653789843432608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/been-busy-and-stuff.html' title='Been Busy and stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1141630332258472707</id><published>2010-10-18T10:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:46:22.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to the Rangers game Friday. It was great until the 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; inning. They just gave it away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were almost late getting there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dropped the kids off and had to go back home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; get my jacket in case it got cold. Turned off the van so I could unlock the door and it would start when I came back. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The battery was dead and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; even jump off. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to have the MIL take me to meet the hubby. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That was a fun ride. She was pissed. She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; happy with me but never would say anything about it to me and was really pissed at the hubby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think she said one thing to me except to bitch about the hubby. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; she was watching the kids for us so they were there too. We played a few car games to pass the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Football was just as bad. The coach had knee surgery and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; at the game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We lost. Bad. It was like the kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even play football. The other coaches were mad. Today at practice is not going to be fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yea I have to make a few phone calls cause we moved practice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The drama between my MIL and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; is better. Not fixed but better (I think).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1141630332258472707?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1141630332258472707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1141630332258472707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1141630332258472707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1141630332258472707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-and-stuff_18.html' title='Life and Stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5281187186151326411</id><published>2010-10-12T20:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:58:08.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Phones...</title><content type='html'>I hate my phone. Its AT&amp;amp;T. The service really sucks out here. After school lets out you cant even make a phone call. Any other time you can make you call but half the time it give a network is busy or drops the call in the middle. It didnt used to be that way. I hate it. When the contract is up I am switching services, until then I am going to start asking for 10 cents every time I cant get through or my call drops when it shouldnt. That should just about cover my bill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said my sons are on Sprint. One of them lost his phone today at the football game. Grrr I was mad. We looked everywhere for it. I finally gave up. The hubby texted it asking for the phone back. Nothing. Tried one last time this time offering $20 and that it would be turned off in an hour. Just before the hour was up he got a phone call. Now the boys that had the phone found it because it did fall out of his pocket but they had planned to keep it. I dont know how kids can be so dishonest these days. If my children find something that doesnt belong to them they always return it or turn it in (I know because they have). When they gave the phone back it had nothing but the last text in it. No number, no screen savers, no previous phone calls, not even the first text my hubby had sent. The boys that returned it had been over where my son had lost it. We had even asked it they had seen it. My hubby had said he had seen them with a phone and they shoved it in their pocket as he was walking up and he couldnt see it well enough to know it wasnt theirs. Little do they know my son actually knew one of the boys. We will be talking to his parents and hopefully learn who the other 2 were as well so that we can let their parents know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***edit*** This is the reason I didnt want my kids to have phones in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5281187186151326411?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5281187186151326411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5281187186151326411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5281187186151326411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5281187186151326411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/stupid-phones.html' title='Stupid Phones...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3304524977369971837</id><published>2010-10-11T13:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:53:23.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went up to the school today to do AR reading. We got to read but not take test because the power went out :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coming home it looked like someone had knocked a power line down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When is too early to start drinking?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hubby called yelling at me this morning. I hung up on him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That made it all that much better. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he called back I kinda lost it. I am the quiet one, especially if I know I screwed up, but I wasnt having it this morning. My answer to him was if he wanted to talk to me than fine but I wasnt listening to him yell at me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was just having a bad morning and I was the one he let it out on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got another phone call full of I am sorrys. I was still in a fowl mood about it though so my opinion was still yea I know you are sorry and I dont want to talk to you right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also forgot to buy a pumpkin this weekend for the littlest one. They needed on for school. So I had to go get one and take it up there. They didnt have any small ones in town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its going to make a big mess when he drops it. :( Yes I just said when because his little arms barely fit around it and it was heavy. He insist on carrying it too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have gone from one extreme to the other with post. I didnt post at all and now I have posted 3 times in a matter of days. I will have another post tomorrow too. That is if I remember my camera. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3304524977369971837?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3304524977369971837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3304524977369971837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3304524977369971837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3304524977369971837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuff.html' title='Stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5794499791467776537</id><published>2010-10-10T19:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:25:48.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just becasue the day sucked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TLJZdmW9HQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mObKWNCGwnM/s1600/bud-light-logo-bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526578057784925442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TLJZdmW9HQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mObKWNCGwnM/s320/bud-light-logo-bottle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;x3....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5794499791467776537?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5794499791467776537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5794499791467776537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5794499791467776537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5794499791467776537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-becasue-day-sucked.html' title='Just becasue the day sucked...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TLJZdmW9HQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mObKWNCGwnM/s72-c/bud-light-logo-bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-4962381882260977892</id><published>2010-10-10T14:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:29:56.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Football Drama Rant</title><content type='html'>We had a player hurt a few weeks ago. It was during our first game. We played Jacksboro.  There is a boy that plays for Jacksboro that seems to be hurting alot of players. He aims for the knees. He has injured (season ending injuries) at least 3 boys in the last 3 years. Usually one in every game gets hurt enough to come off the field for the game.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;The mother of the hurt player wrote a letter to the Index. She wrote about how the boy was doing this intentionally and the coaches were telling him to do it. She proceeded to say how her son was the star of the team. How he played both sides of the ball and when the ran the ball he got 20-30 yards and then they would give it to someone else and they would lose the yards. She talked about her boy worked out and how her husband was a coach and how there was no ice or medical personnel to check on him there.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;The Jacksboro team wasnt planning on coming to the games on Saturday because of this letter. They only showed up after getting a phone call. She has no place saying that about the other coaches. Has she ever heard them tell a player to hurt someone intentionally? Has she ever seen them practice to hurt someone? No.  I dont think any coach would say something like that to a child. Does something need to be done about the child that continues to hurt other players? Yes, but someone has to bring it to the commissioners before they can do anything about it.  I have my opinion about what needs to happen but it depends on answers to other questions.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;I feel that she owes the players on our team an apology. They work their butts off every week. They play hard.  The 3 games they have won, have been won without her son. He is not and was not the star of the team.&lt;br /&gt;As far as not having ice or medical personnel, where did she get that ice from? Thats right the concession stand, about 15 feet (if that) from the field. The same place that others get ice for injuries. The head coach of our team (the one her son is on) is the medical guy she says wasnt there, but when your husband and you take you kid off the field and away from him he cant exactly look at him and check him out.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;This team mom didnt show up to our game...I have one thing to say about that..chicken shit. Oh yea did I mention she asked to keep her name out of the paper.  As team mom I refrained from writing my own letter because mine would not be anonymous and I am certain would cause a rift in our team. The team doesnt deserve that.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;I am angry and embarrassed by her letter. Our coaches require the players to be respectful. Respectful of other players, teams, coaches, parents, and teachers. Require it. If they see/hear of any disrespect they are punished (with running or work outs) Her letter showed just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that something doesnt need to be done about the boy injuring other players but she went about it the wrong way and she bashed other children while doing it. Two of which happen to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;One more thing...how is she going to call out one kid (she gave his team and jersey number) but not give her own kids name. She has effectively made it where when her son does get to start playing again that her son wont get to play in the game during play offs against Jacksboro. How can he, if he gets hurt she will say they did it intentionally just because he is the best or because she wrote that letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-4962381882260977892?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4962381882260977892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=4962381882260977892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4962381882260977892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4962381882260977892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/football-drama-rant.html' title='The Football Drama Rant'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2794742645065442942</id><published>2010-10-10T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:42:21.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Stuff....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a busy weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My SIL and family came up from Houston.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was pretty nice. Better than I thought it would be since her and the MIL arent really getting along very well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had football again on Saturday. They won. It was a good game. I enjoyed watching it. Drama there that I will post about later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boys were in Wise Family Magazine. (the football team) It was a really good picture of both my  boys on the team. :) Another Mom brought a copy for everyone that was in the picture.  I love her for that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am looking for a few more copies because I know a few others would love to have a copy. If you know where I can find it please let me know :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont get me wrong I love our park here in Bridgeport. They did a really good job with it and the kids love it. We  went to Azle the see the SIL before they left. We met at the Azle Central Park. That is one of the nicest parks I have been to. If you get the chance or have a reason you should check it out. (if you have little skaters they have a skate park there too) I believe they have also just redone the Shady Grove Park but I havent been to it lately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guess what else I am doing today...yep thats right more football. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family went camping this weekend. We used to go with them all the time but now it just seems like we are always busy. I hate that because I miss them and the boys love to go camping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The more pictures on facebook I see the sadder I get that I didnt get to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a nap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are the Rangers really going mess this up?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2794742645065442942?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2794742645065442942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2794742645065442942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2794742645065442942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2794742645065442942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-and-stuff_10.html' title='Life and Stuff....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1884178202000125306</id><published>2010-10-04T14:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:39:02.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its been a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been busy and trying to not rant about every problem in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Football has gone ....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I guess. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have decided my life is all about football.-Mon. practice, Tue. game, Wed. Yea! No football, Thurs practice, Fri High School Football, Sat. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PeeWee&lt;/span&gt;, Sun. NFL. Yep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; too dang much football.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boys lost Sat. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; even close. The other coach was kinda sorry too. Why would you start a game with an on sides kick? I mean if you losing or something then maybe but he told his kids to only do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;on sides&lt;/span&gt; kicks and once even told a kid that if the ball came off the ground he was out for the rest of the game. Man &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PeeWee&lt;/span&gt; can be harsh, but they are also some of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;funnest&lt;/span&gt; games to watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something has been eating at me for about a week now. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; said anything about it yet because every time I think about it I lose it. Its dealing with family and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to put that rift there but I am going to have to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have decided that I like 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade ball much better than 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. This year they seem to play better and have a better idea of what is going on. I think that has to do with there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; 40 kids on the same team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been helping my little ones class with AR reading. I like it more than I thought I would and it really helps his teacher. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I am going to be playing with my blog soon. Change up the colors and stuff. I am thinking blue. I love blue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love love love little kisses and hugs. My littlest man has decided he needs one every time he walks by. Keeps my smile :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It also helps that the hubby has now decided that the littlest one is a Mommas boy. He says the others &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt;. As much as I want him to be wrong, he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1884178202000125306?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1884178202000125306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1884178202000125306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1884178202000125306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1884178202000125306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-and-stuff.html' title='Life and Stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-8394067515677956557</id><published>2010-09-24T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:23:45.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont put up with shit from my kids and I am not putting up with it from others either.....</title><content type='html'>I have been subbing. Its kinda nice. It gets me out of the house and I get some money too :) The kids can get loud and sometimes not do what they are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to. I leave a note about them and go on with the day. No big deal. I am pretty laid back in the classroom. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; say much when they talk and they can listen to their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipods&lt;/span&gt; as long as they are working. They get to use their phones to look up stuff as long as they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; on them I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really care. I will be damned if those kids are going to get attitude with me or be rude to me. If I ask you not to say something that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt;. Then just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; say it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; tell me you will say it if you want to and when I tell you that you will be sent to the office &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; tell me you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care, cause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; right where you will be going.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been subbing long enough to send kids to the office but I did today.  Then the other kids were talking in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; understand them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt; I hate that.  I am subbing for the same teacher in a few weeks. Oh what a joy that will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-8394067515677956557?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8394067515677956557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=8394067515677956557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8394067515677956557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8394067515677956557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-put-up-with-shit-from-my-kids.html' title='I dont put up with shit from my kids and I am not putting up with it from others either.....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-7135206171218684467</id><published>2010-09-20T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:42:37.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I subbed again today. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was my favorite day so far. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids are old enough to know they need to stay in their seats and quiet but still be scared of getting into trouble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought I was subbing for an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; notice she was a science &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt; till the end of the day. They were reading Time for Kids and she was my sons &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher in my defense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The faculty bathroom smelled like crickets. YUCK....I feel for those teachers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The room I subbed in smelled kinda like bubble gum. Her room is super cute too. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sub for her again in a few weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pissed at my hubby right now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We let our oldest shower in the morning but he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get up and doing this morning so we were running late.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He told him he could shower in the morning again after I said not like 5 times. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the kids get to bed we are having a talk. Jack ass. I hate when he does that stupid shit...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not just the you can after she said no.. the I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to deal with it so you can stay up late and blah blah blah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I got busy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; finish this.....sleepy...more later...maybe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-7135206171218684467?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7135206171218684467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=7135206171218684467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7135206171218684467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7135206171218684467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-subbed-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-125307270290474420</id><published>2010-09-16T08:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:07:04.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok its been a while. I have neglected all my online stuff. The blog, facebook, even my game. I wrote a post but never got around to finishing it so I will try again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Football stuff...PeeWee is going ok. They lost the first one but one the second game. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first game was a beating. The second was much better than the first but I wouldn't go as far as saying it was a good game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Middle school is much better than last year. There are not as many kids playing football this year. I guess 7th grade kinda weeds them out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My child had the option to play 2nd/3rd sting A team or 1st string B team. I am happy with his choice. I wonder if others were given that same option because some of the kids on the B team I would have thought would be on the A team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Their first game (scrimmage) was rained out. While sitting in the car waiting for the rain to die down a little I called the coaches to see what was going to happen. It was 5:30 and his answer was "Even if we went out there right now we wouldnt start for 30 mins. If we havent started by six we arent going to play but right now we are waiting out the Tornado Warning."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tornado Warning really? Geez. And if you arent going to start for 30 mins any way and its already 5:30 wouldnt that make start time 6. So unless that are starting now they arent playing but you still havent called the game because you are waiting on the Tornado Warning while a bunch of parents wait in the parking lot?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok no more rants about the middle school football coaches because I really do like them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the Team Mom front....Getting some people to turn stuff in on time (or at all) is a pain in the butt. I feel like such a pain in the butt when I call and tell people I need.... it was due last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am also very surprised by how many people actually sold all of their fund raiser. Go parents. You did a great job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We order shirts every year. Just t-shirts that have some football thing on the front and the team roster on the back. I got the shirts back and they were not what I ordered. :( They still look good just not what I wanted because our coach likes everything for our team to be different than everyone elses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They offered to reprint them for me or discount the shirts actually they offered to do both. Instead at the end of the season party they are going to print the boys some shirts for free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like I have been a pain in the ass to this place and they have been nothing but nice and helpful so here is to Ink N Stitch. Thanks for all you help and hard work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been subbing. Some of it I like some of it not so much. I love the half days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the teachers I subbed for I will not sub for again. Not that I didnt like her or the students just felt like I was being taken advantage of by another (one of her aides)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kids try every thing to get out of class and doing their work. I dont remember being like that when I was a kid but I am sure I was. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the High School sub folders they need to add slips for writing students up and sending them to the office. I would have sent one or two yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have learned that when the older kids ask to listen to music or work in pairs the answer is no.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the Ace teachers has no clue of what some of the kids are learning and cant help them at all. I feel for those kids. They are there to speed up the process so they can graduate early/on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am trying e-meals.com. Sili posted about it. I love it. This is the first week still though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used the Walmart list even though I hate going there. The list was broken down into sections. The items were in order. I didnt have to go back and forth to different isles or even on the isle itself. It was in order the items were on the shelf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was kinda iffy about the dinners though. Heres what we have had so far&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dirty Rice and Sausage w/ Grape and Walnut Salad- it was yummy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mozzarella and Basil Pannini- These were good too but next time I will have&lt;br /&gt;to leave the basil out of the kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delicious Soup- this was not so Delicious..at least to me. The kids ate it&lt;br /&gt;ok but it seemed kinda bland or something I couldnt really put my finger on it.&lt;br /&gt;I will replace it if it ever shows up on the list again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheesy Chip Chicken- I was worried about this one. Who would have thought&lt;br /&gt;coating chicken with cheese pringles would be good. It was excellent. The kids&lt;br /&gt;and the hubby liked it. This was quickly added to the we gotta have this again&lt;br /&gt;list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So these meals have be different than what we are used to but thats what I was looking for. I have stuck to the recipes even when they have stuff I dont typically like. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tonight we are having shrimp. My oldest son has been waiting all week for this. He already asked what time dinner was going to be this morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;***edit: I was going to make the e-meals thing a separate post but it wont let me paste and I am not retyping it :) I know this post is way to long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-125307270290474420?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/125307270290474420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=125307270290474420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/125307270290474420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/125307270290474420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/ok-its-been-while.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5382368143152790513</id><published>2010-09-03T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:43:29.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday :)))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TIEzRJjGzJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VEYBPB0BAMc/s1600/sister2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512743788592155794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TIEzRJjGzJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VEYBPB0BAMc/s320/sister2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its my sister's birthday. Happy Birthday Sister :) Thats her foot there in the picture. (I would put up the one with her face in it but she might kill me) Pic came from dfw.com.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is 30 this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She also reminded everyone a few days ago that this is her birthday month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In my family we females get a whole month for our birthdays. :) I do love this. Thank you Mom! Thank you Will!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;See it took Mom getting presents early every year and Will being good to buy them for her and when her birthday came around still getting her a birthday present because you cant not open a present on your birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my family, not just for the presents, they are really great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving on..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was a sub this week. I was nervous because I had never done it before. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was easy. (Only because I was with another teacher and the teacher I was subbing for left a detailed list and instructions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I loved the kids. I got to work with them more than normal because I only had 6 kids (max) at a time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont know if it is because school just started but they were all good and full of information.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of them was a triplet. Man I couldnt handle 3 at a time. I would have lost it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Dad moved this week. It was quick. I only found out they were moving about 2 weeks ago...if even that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That means my step sister is moving there instead of here (when she gets to move). I was looking forward to seeing her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her trial is soon. Well Pretrial. We are hoping that this ends now and there wont be a trial trial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have our first football game this weekend. I am excited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boys are ready.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am the Team Mom. I think I have mentioned that before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been planning games, drinks, shirts, chain gains, announcers, fund raiser stuff (which is changing). Its not bad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love when parents volunteer for stuff. I did have to ask but I found a few to do what needed to be done. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents that help out with kids activities are the best. Makes me love 'em.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am missing my babies right now. Big Boys...as one would correct me. He isnt a baby any more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5382368143152790513?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5382368143152790513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5382368143152790513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5382368143152790513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5382368143152790513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday :)))'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TIEzRJjGzJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VEYBPB0BAMc/s72-c/sister2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-4314531448462757379</id><published>2010-08-30T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:21:02.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr..</title><content type='html'>When it comes to the school and teachers I dont complain about much. This morning however I am irked. I am not a mom who overly babies my children. Most of my children were great with being left at school. They were excited and ready to go back every morning. It only took a day or two and they were ready to be dropped off at the door and walk in on their own.  The exception, my youngest son.  He is super excited about school every afternoon and he loves it but he a little unsure about going in the morning. The first 2 days broke my heart but after that he was fine with me walking him down and he would sit with his class. I even tried just walking him to the hall on Friday but he wasnt ready for it. By the end of the I will have gotten him used to walking all by himself but he wasnt ready today. The lady at the door wouldnt let me in. She said I had to go to the front and sign in. The problem with that is I wont be dropping him off at the front door. It does him no good to get used to something that isnt going to be happening.  I have five kids and this is the first year I have ever been told I have to sign in to walk my kids to class the second week of school.  I wouldnt even mind signing in if I could do it by the back door that he is going to be dropped off every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today only worked because his teacher happen to be coming in the building when I was talking to the door lady. (Man I have some bad feelings for her even though I know she is just doing her job.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to sign in and then park by the door he goes in and walk him to class. I have a feeling she is going to give me shit about it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-4314531448462757379?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4314531448462757379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=4314531448462757379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4314531448462757379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4314531448462757379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/grr.html' title='Grr..'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-581283901285448983</id><published>2010-08-25T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T08:27:39.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first days of school were great. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids are all excited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The little one was really excited but when I asked him if he was going back he said "NO!" :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He meant it. The next day he woke up saying he wasnt going to school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never had one that did that and I have 5 kids. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kept telling him he was and he kept telling me he wasnt. He wasnt getting dress, he wasnt getting in the car, he wasnt getting out. A strong "Yes you are." fixed all those.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we got to his hallway he stopped. He was like dead weight. Would not move at all. When we finally were in the class and I needed to leave he cried. Not alot just enough to make me cry like a little baby when I got to the car. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday was harder than the first day of school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today he was just fine. Didnt mind being left at all and he was sitting outside the classroom with all the other kids when I left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The big boys got to get out at the curb today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was stopped and said if you can get out in the next 2 seconds you can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They were gone. Didnt even say bye or have a good day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still cant believe how big my kids are getting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do they make us fill out all that paper work at the end of the school year if they are just going to make up fill it out again at the beginning of the school year? Isnt that a waste of time and money?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thats all the school stuff for now :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-581283901285448983?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/581283901285448983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=581283901285448983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/581283901285448983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/581283901285448983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2581147388275066841</id><published>2010-08-23T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:29:29.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So I have cried alot today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today was the first day of Kindergartner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first day of middle school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first day of the last year of middle school. Meaning this is the last year before high school. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was worried about the big ones going to middle school. Finding all their classes, getting their books, and lockers, and lunch. Just plain old worried.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It got better. One of them needed to tell me they forgot their schedule at home. I told him to get another one from the office this morning. He didnt want me to go in :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first grader didnt even tell me good bye this morning. When we got to his classroom he just kept on walking to the end of the line. I had to call him back to get a hug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kindergartner was all excited until it was time to go to his class and then he didnt want to go to school any more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As if I wasnt having a hard enough time dealing with him starting school he didnt want to go any more. He even wiped a tear away when I told him it was time for me to leave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This feeling has just gotten worse all day long. I am ready for my babies to come home and tell me about their day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I find the cord for my camera I will post their pick. It was a good one. They were all smiling and actually looked like they loved (well at least liked) each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2581147388275066841?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2581147388275066841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2581147388275066841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2581147388275066841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2581147388275066841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/school.html' title='School...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-4501118496596217303</id><published>2010-08-09T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:58:54.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going swimming with some family today :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have ever said I love my family? I do. They are the greatest :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have some school supplies but not everything. I need to get busy school starts in 2 weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the boys is in trouble. Last week he twisted words around so he could have his way and got people ...for lack of a better word.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids want braces.  We are still waiting on some teeth to grown in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other one wants to whiten his teeth. I told him if he brushed for 2 weeks without me having to tell him he could. That was yesterday and we started over this morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last week I drove half way to Houston twice to pick up kids. ( we switched the boys, she can only handle a few at a time).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a long drive and yesterday I had to change a tire :/  It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; flat but I ran over something (really small that he car in front of me ran over) and it took a chunk of rubber out of the tire. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some ladies stopped to see if I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; offer to help though because they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know how to change a tire. Just wanted to know if I needed a ride or to use the phone.  Nice ladies though :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to change a tire by myself before my parents would let me drive by myself.  Its a good thing to know how to do.  I am surprised to know how many people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how to do it, women and men.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids are driving me nuts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do they always have to say "what about.....?"  Only one does it every single time he gets in trouble.  It makes me want to scream. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I feel a little better (because I actually just did that).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to substitute this year. It will be a first for me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope I enjoy it because its a great way that I can work but still do all the things I want to do with my kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It also allows me to go back to school when I get ready to. I have decided that I want to get my little one into second grade before I do though. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its feels kinda crazy for me to have plans for 2 years in advance. I am not a planner.  The only thing I plan are vacations (sometimes).  Everything else just kinda get placed in the schedule where it fits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have 2 birthdays this week. I am going to have my first teenager.  Ya ya just pass the box of tissues cause I have been crying all week about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next week football starts.  Practices are going to be 2 nights a week. Thank goodness &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all the league allows. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how much more I could fit in. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love football :)  I find that one of the boys does better in school during football too. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if its because he has a better attitude in general or if he does it so he can play either way I like it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really need to start writing all this stuff down because I forgot half the stuff I was going to say :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-4501118496596217303?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4501118496596217303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=4501118496596217303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4501118496596217303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4501118496596217303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/stuff.html' title='Stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2242784522326434984</id><published>2010-07-27T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:50:00.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I havent posted in a while. I have been busy....or lazy. You pick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to a birthday party on Saturday. It was at Paintball Paradise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They boys always have a blast when we go there.  It helps that I really like the people that own it and work there. They are always always nice and helpful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only bad part is the bruises that come with paintball.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My little ones have big nasty bruises. One has on right in the middle of his umm upper body (not really the stomach but not really the chest either). Its a nasty one. The boy that shot him was called out for shooting to close.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hubby plays too when they play paintball.  Because of him we played for an extra 2 hours. Sigh. I was ready to go home.  Good times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we played to long I missed my class reunion. :( I wasnt to bother at first but now I am. I was excited to see all the people I havent seen in years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That makes both of them that I have missed now. The one I went to school my whole life (but one year) and the one I graduated from.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out the little boys room today. It took a few hours with help from the big boys. I kicked the little ones out every time they came in.  They want to keep everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are not allowed to run around with paper made toys any more. I found a ton of them. Lots of clothes too. No wonder they never have pj's and shirts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids are almost done with their summer projects now. I am making them work on them for several hours a day until they are completely done. The oldest one is not liking it at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It could be because I am picky picky about them and think they need to be neat and look good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My little ones have discovered spending the night  with friends and family.  The older ones (11 and 13)  are just now starting to ask to go places with their friends. I always said that was weird because I stayed with friends when I was the little ones ages (5 and 6).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had some more but my mind is wondering soo....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2242784522326434984?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2242784522326434984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2242784522326434984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2242784522326434984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2242784522326434984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='life...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1620025380988170401</id><published>2010-07-16T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:44:12.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had chicken fried steak at 9 o'clock this morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was left overs from last night and it was good :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kid less&lt;/span&gt; last night. I enjoyed the quiet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will have 2 extras this weekend. I am excited about it though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking the little one to a pool party this weekend. He is excited to see his friend. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hasnt&lt;/span&gt; seen any of his friends since school has been out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been busy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went with Sprint for the boys phones. It was like $10 more but it came with more air time and we will be able to add our phones without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;upping&lt;/span&gt; the plan when the our (my hubby and mine) current plan runs out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turns out the reception for Sprint sucks.  They can text but cant talk on them. I thought maybe it was just here but the boys are elsewhere and still can not talk. This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for them cause they just text anyway but not for me cause I am a talker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The phones are going to have to go back. They are going to have to get a new number again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Orkin&lt;/span&gt; come out and spray our house for bugs. We signed up for a contract with them for a year. Its what the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; (of course). We only pay when they come out so I figure why the hell not cause if we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; need them I can just cancel the appointment.  The lady never called to set up the monthly visit so i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even have to cancel. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am tired of laundry. I hate laundry. Well I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind the sorting and moving it around part just the folding and putting it up part.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Skeleton Key was on this morning.  I hate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; movies. I knew better than to watch it. It gives me the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hebbie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jebbies&lt;/span&gt;. Yep. I am a chicken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a nap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1620025380988170401?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1620025380988170401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1620025380988170401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1620025380988170401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1620025380988170401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/stuff.html' title='Stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-8336241884391720189</id><published>2010-07-11T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:52:26.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandmother passed away Saturday. It was a complete shock. She was at work on Friday. She just had the gastric bypass surgery a few months ago. Just bought a new car and was working hard to improve herself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have for as long as I can remember thought of my grandmother as being in her late 50's early 60's. Over the years her age never seemed to increase in my mind. She aged well. When she passed away she was just 3 months short of 73.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the funeral home the director told my mother and aunt and uncle that most people are the widest at the elbows but that wasnt the case for my grandmother. She is widest at her hips but she would still fit into a standard coffin, she would just be a little snug in the hips. My cousin told me this and she and I rolled laughing. In my family we lovingly call this the "Spiker Ass" and we all have it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I already regret not spending more time with her. I have that same regret with my grandfather on the other side. I am too young to have regrets in my life. I am going to work to make sure I dont have any more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few weeks ago my step sisters husband attacked her. She tried to get away from him but when he broke through the door (the second one) and she had no where else to go she shot and killed him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CPS took her children and she went to jail. Things are a bit better now. Her children are with her husbands parents and she is out of jail on bond. She is also staying with her in laws.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She and her children are doing ok. Evidently that was not the first time that he attacked her but the first that I had heard about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still not sure of all the details. At the end of the month I should know more. I am stressed, worried, frustrated, confused, and sad all at the same time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids are bickering and fighting almost all the time (it had gotten better the past week or so).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My children just got new cell phones. They had the go phones, now they are on a plan. I am not happy about it but its a battle I fought and lost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My littlest one starts school this year and I already started crying about it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School supplies list are ridiculous. I have 5 boys and not only am I buy their supplies. I have to buy the teachers supplies too. Dry erase markers and erasers, tape for tape dispensers, full package of red, black and blue pens(my 7th grader wasnt allowed to use pens). Really? Why isnt the school supplying that stuff?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hubby continues to hound me about going back to Disney for Christmas. It was next Christmas now its this one. Disney is expensive. Our family is not small and we cant stay in the smaller hotels unless we get 2 rooms and doing that cost the same as the bigger nicer hotels. I want to go back but not till the little ones are big enough to do everything and want to ride the bigger rides.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it is the stress but my back and sides are killing me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the bright side of things. I have lost 8.5 lbs in the last week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sigh.. It has to get better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-8336241884391720189?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8336241884391720189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=8336241884391720189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8336241884391720189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8336241884391720189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-hard.html' title='Life is hard...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-6102148310541640989</id><published>2010-07-05T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:44:32.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day...</title><content type='html'>well its still the 4th for me cause I am still up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a drink for you to try. Its really great:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Tea/Mexican Punch (two names because my hubby and I disagree about what the name of it was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can frozen Limeade mix&lt;br /&gt;3/4 can Tequila&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of a Mexican beer...we used the green Dos Equis&lt;br /&gt;2 limes - squeeze one, add some slices of the other&lt;br /&gt;ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuff is super good and easy to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-6102148310541640989?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6102148310541640989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=6102148310541640989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6102148310541640989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6102148310541640989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1555476588882412556</id><published>2010-06-25T02:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:25:42.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am ready for the weekend!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took the boys swimming today. I am pasty white so I thought I would get a little sun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am burnt. :( It hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what the deal is with my kids but at 8:30 every night they think they need to be loud. I am not talking I have five kids loud. I mean hurt my ears loud. Its got to the point where I have to make the go to bed to keep them quiet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hat that cause its summer and the oldest one hates even more cause he is going to bed way earlier than he did during the school year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This week has been a long week. A week of worry and waiting. Today I got somewhat of a relief but I would have preferred a phone call myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My step sister is doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and is handling things well (as well as can be expected) and she is with her kids tonight so that makes me smile inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have made about 10 post about what is going on but non of them seem right and the one that did just felt like I was sharing more than I should. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a brighter note its almost the weekend. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am up right now because when my hubby went to bed he asked our 6 year old if he wanted to go with him. I cant sleep with both of them. We have a king size bed and I only get about a foot and half as it is with him added I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even get that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took a picture but got yelled out when I did so I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think I will be posting it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1555476588882412556?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1555476588882412556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1555476588882412556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1555476588882412556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1555476588882412556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/life_25.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-704524709199310931</id><published>2010-06-21T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:22:56.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TB-79LrtzgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g6cp_SG8PUU/s1600/Disney+Vacation+281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485309530943114754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TB-79LrtzgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g6cp_SG8PUU/s320/Disney+Vacation+281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something extremely tragic has happened in my family. I know better but I keep reading the news about it and the comments people have. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The worry and waiting is killing me. I want to know what is going on and what is going to happen. I have been promised a call as soon as they figure anything out or know anything. I know the call will come but.....sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have thought of a few thing to add about our trip but I keep forgetting to post them and/or write them down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hubby at one point during the ride home looks in the mirror and says "Damn. I am good looking." I dont know why this cracks me or or that I am even surprised he does stuff like that. He is very full of himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids keep picking at each other. It is driving me crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The oldest is well...I guess driving me crazy would work here too. Every time I even mention their summer projects its an argument. Either its not fair he has to work on it or its not fair someone else doesnt have to do what he does. It got him sent to his room today. All because I wanted his paper so I would know which book to order for him. GRRRRRRRR......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I have an ear infection. One whole side of my head is killing me and has been for a few days. I am avoiding going to the doctor. I might break down and go though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have I mentioned that I am stressed. Its summer its supposed to be all happy and swimming and hanging out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-704524709199310931?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/704524709199310931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=704524709199310931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/704524709199310931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/704524709199310931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TB-79LrtzgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g6cp_SG8PUU/s72-c/Disney+Vacation+281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-4037828266890699377</id><published>2010-06-18T11:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:25:12.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, home again gig-a-ti-gig.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We made it home :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trip there was better than I thought it would be. The kids were great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We took two days to get there. We stopped in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt; to play at the beach. It was still clean and oil free while we were there but on the way home we heard that it was getting close.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a blast at the parks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day one was at Animal Kingdom. We walked all over that park. Back and forth. Back and forth. We were trying to make sure we got to do all the things that everyone really wanted to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We took a break everyday about 2 o'clock. We went back to the room and had a nap. Well sorta. My kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; really sleep so as much of a nap as I could have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 2 was at the water park. Blizzard Beach. We split up for this one because well big kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really like little slides and the little kids cant ride the big ones...not that I would have let them anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 3 was at Magic Kingdom. I think this was my favorite park. Most of the lines here are shaded and half maybe more of them the lines go through building with ac.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kolby&lt;/span&gt; had a fit on one ride that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; really a ride. They had to let him out in the middle. The hubby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; happy at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rest of the rides were uneventful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the parks had a fast pass. Everyone can use it. You slide your ticket and it gives you a time to be back and you get to go to the front of the line. You only get to use it every 2 hours or after your time has arrived for the previous one. So it works out pretty well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My legs and feet hurt. Bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was hot but too bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We took lots of pictures and video. Pictures will but up on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt; soon...I hope. The hubby already put them up on his but me I am feeling kinda lazy so it may be a day or two :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fire work show at Magic Kingdom was great. I was surprised.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That place has changed since the last time I went, but that has been almost 20 years now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; I guess I should have expected it. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why but when I am not around things when they are changing I expect them to be the same as last time. That typically goes for children as well. I guess in my head time stands still when I am not around. Go figure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The drive there and back were beautiful. Well the parts I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; sleep though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have lots more in my head but I am going to have to write them down when they pop up cause I cant remember them right now. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; buy any food while we were there which was a big plus. We had a quick service meal plan added to our tickets. One of the best things we did. I was worried the food &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; going to be enough or that it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; going to be good. I was wrong. It was plenty of food and it was all good. We even had some left on the card that we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; use.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-4037828266890699377?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4037828266890699377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=4037828266890699377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4037828266890699377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4037828266890699377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-again-home-again-gig-ti-gig.html' title='Home again, home again gig-a-ti-gig.'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-6276526660059042955</id><published>2010-06-10T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:28:33.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been super busy lately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are headed to Disney World :) I am so excited and cant wait. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are driving. We are taking 2 days to get there. I am hoping that it goes well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Uncle and his family are going as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So we are driving to his wife's house first and then starting our journey the next morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes they are married and are still together they just have 2 houses about 4 hours apart. Its complicated but works for them so....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still have laundry to do before I am completely ready. I hate laundry and I am out of soap so its going to be an early day tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trip is all I can think about right now even though lots of stuff has happened in the last week or so :) Oh well I guess that stuff will wait and I will forget before I get back so the next post will be all about my trip too :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-6276526660059042955?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6276526660059042955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=6276526660059042955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6276526660059042955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6276526660059042955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy.html' title='Busy!'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2734494756247544468</id><published>2010-06-01T05:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T05:36:41.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love family time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a great weekend :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything seemed to work out. My scheduling conflict was resolved by doing pictures earlier in the morning (thank goodness because it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; hot) and then heading off to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIL's&lt;/span&gt; after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family pictures were at my Mom's house. We all wore white shirts and blue jeans. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am amazed at how well it went. We started at 8 am, which means we had to leave the house by 7. Yea that was fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We manage to keep the boys white shirts clean and everything :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was humid as all get out though. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think I have ever sweat that much before 10 am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sil's&lt;/span&gt; was fun as usual.  We hung out when swimming and played cards. I love her little ones they are so darn cute :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We forgot the kids birthday presents that she gave them though. They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; too happy about it but we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have time to go back for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids started swim lessons this yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The aunt that gives them sold her house and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; have a pool this year so she is renting one from a friend of hers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It seems like its farther out in the country because this place has lots of land surrounding it but its not really. I love the pool here. It is beautiful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I say I won a Tom Tom last week? I did and we played with it this weekend. That thing is awesome. I have figured out if I can make it take certain roads or not yet, but it changes if I take them anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are making the last of the plans for our vacation. Getting the neighbors to take care of our dogs, and figuring out where we are going to stop on the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am getting really excited about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids wanted to know why we were not flying. Gee it only cost an arm and a leg for 7 people to fly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We mapped it out and since we are taking 2 days to get there we should only be in the car for 8-10 hours. That leaves plenty of time to stop and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; and move around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thats all this early in the morning. I need to get back to bed :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2734494756247544468?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2734494756247544468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2734494756247544468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2734494756247544468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2734494756247544468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-family-time.html' title='I love family time....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3821010913825074185</id><published>2010-05-27T17:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:47:34.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH????</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where did the rain come from?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My yard looks like it snowed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My neighbor has a Cotton Wood Tree. I want to cut it down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have one but it doesnt produce.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my other neighbor is joining in on netflix. She came to talk to me about it after her daughter was here and amazed we had it on our tv.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The local movie store is closing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really do like Netflix.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband has been wanting a movie but I forgot to send the other one back and now I cant find it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHH...I havent told him. I reporting to Netflix when I am done. I wonder how much they are going to charge me for it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today was the last day of School!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids are already driving me nuts.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They keep bickering and one keeps whining. I sent him to bed for a nap. That didnt go over so well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are having diner way early tonight. Well for us anyway. Its a quick one...fish sticks and french fries. Good diner, huh? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes easy just has to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boys have a soccer game tonight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They told me last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont expect to be home before 9. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rain came quickly and left just the same.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damn. My yard needed some rain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the rain. The sound(even better with a little thunder) the smell and the green that follows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 weeks until we are headed off to Disney World :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are having family pictures taken at my Mom's house on Saturday morning before we head off to Houston.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That was the solution to me over booking my weekend. I am ok with it. My hubby not so much. It took some talking him into it before he would agree to leaving on Saturday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wouldnt believe the Transportation Parade.  There were all kinds of stuff.  It was beautiful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kolby's truck didnt quite make it though. They were in and out and the trip to the school didnt help it I am sure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It worked great at home but not so much there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The back end was carried by a friends son.  He is a good kid and always helpful. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I say my kids were driving me nuts already? They keep picking and picking and picking. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I freak out and yell my head off they might straighten up. I am hoping its just excitement that school is over. Well see soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a lot to do tomorrow. Including get my tire fixed, well really buy a new one since they told me it cant be fixed. I keep putting it off though. Sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That is all for now. I have a soccer game to get ready for :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3821010913825074185?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3821010913825074185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3821010913825074185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3821010913825074185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3821010913825074185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/wth.html' title='WTH????'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-4367417947800682177</id><published>2010-05-26T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:58:29.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S_3RMITXpjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/itdyk8EGes0/s1600/Truck+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475762728269751858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S_3RMITXpjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/itdyk8EGes0/s320/Truck+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S_3RLjmwkYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/-37ZLQEcrlY/s1600/Truck+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475762718418964866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S_3RLjmwkYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/-37ZLQEcrlY/s320/Truck+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its done! It took longer that I expected and I am sure will only last a day or two but it was fun and Kolby and I had a good time :)&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/5955628916254994360-4367417947800682177?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4367417947800682177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=4367417947800682177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4367417947800682177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4367417947800682177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='Finally.....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S_3RMITXpjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/itdyk8EGes0/s72-c/Truck+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-4492502726674391439</id><published>2010-05-26T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:22:56.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap. Crap. Crap....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I over booked this weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to have family pictures on Saturday afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go to Houston this weekend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cant do both. My hubby is not going to be happy with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I order some contacts for my son but they still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; arrived. It is getting annoying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The awards over lap. I cant go to everything and they boys are not happy about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally finished the 18 wheeler box. Well all except the decorating it.  It is painted we just have to draw on it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am excited about this summer and all the things we are doing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; with some people who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how to mind their own business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have company now so I will have to do this later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-4492502726674391439?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4492502726674391439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=4492502726674391439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4492502726674391439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/4492502726674391439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/crap-crap-crap.html' title='Crap. Crap. Crap....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-8001242910134558475</id><published>2010-05-23T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:38:27.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes people I love really piss me off. Sometimes people that piss me off are only tolerated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a pretty good weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didnt get the kids 18 wheeler finish like I had wanted but it will be done before tomorrow night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone keeps telling me there is no way it is going to making through the Parade. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its going to have a test run just to make sure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to the OHV park this weekend. I had never been there before.  We were in jeeps. It was a good time but man it scared the crap out of me sometimes. I had to close my eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you dont know what an OHV park is, it the Off Highway Vehicle park. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was time spent with family so of course it was a good time :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then the kids went to the MIL's house. They had asked to stay the night on Friday she said they could on Saturday instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hubby told me he wanted to go out. I was excited at date with the hubby :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not so much :( We did go have dinner and then went bowling with friends.  I really really wanted a date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It wasnt bad though because I ended up having a really great time.  I got to meet the hubby's cousin's new girl friend.  I like her but worry that he will be attached to a relationship that isnt going anywhere, and doesnt have the potential to go anywhere. She is planning to move out of state when she sells her house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are other things about her that cause me worry for him to get attached but hey she is making him happy so that is what counts. Right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been doing laundry for what seems like weeks now. I am almost done but I know as soon as the boys clean their rooms it will be like I never even started it. Sigh. I hate laundry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My oldest son is giving me dirty looks because I am making him work on his school project. Its due Tuesday and its only about half done...if that.  He has had it for several weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-8001242910134558475?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8001242910134558475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=8001242910134558475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8001242910134558475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/8001242910134558475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend.html' title='Weekend...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1138645466522085347</id><published>2010-05-20T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:46:00.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap?</title><content type='html'>I so did not get a nap.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1138645466522085347?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1138645466522085347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1138645466522085347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1138645466522085347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1138645466522085347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/nap.html' title='Nap?'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1611748561188024359</id><published>2010-05-20T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:11:40.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S_VtMpJGikI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8_3mdp549ZY/s1600/Play+Day+2010+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473400986108594754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S_VtMpJGikI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8_3mdp549ZY/s320/Play+Day+2010+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My baby is 5 today. I am happy and sad about this.I have cried alot about him getting so big. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This week was rough with his birthday and registering him for Kindergarten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Field/Play day was today. The note said they may get a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; wet. They were sliding down a slide into a pool of water. A little ? Really? Come on. I felt bad for all the kids that had to stay at school the rest of the day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My little man said he wanted to stay so he could eat lunch and watch the movie with his class, half way through he changed his mind :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been making an 18 wheeler for the Transportation Parade. Well sorta. I have come up with the idea of how to make it and we have the boxes and all the stuff I need (well except the paint).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A little girl is going to be riding with my son. Her mom said she wasnt making one. I am taking the box 18 wheeler up on Monday so she can help decorate one side of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still cant believe someone would tell their child they are not going to do a school project. She told her she would have a headache. Sigh. We have known about it 3 weeks before it needed to be complete. It just makes me mad every time I think about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some Friends asked if I would be going to my High School Reunion. I am not. We will be coming home from Disney. I cant say that I am too upset about it either. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have made arrangements for us all to get together. That I am super excited about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant believe I have been out of school for 10 year already. It seems like it was just yesterday and yet so long ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a hang over. I never get hang overs. Mostly because I dont usually drink enough to get one but even when I do drink to much I dont get hang overs. Grr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes I know it was the middle of the week and I should have had so much but damn it I was having a hard week and decided to have a beer after diner and chill out a bit and well it tasted sooooo good, so I had one or two more :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok its nap time for me. I hope anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1611748561188024359?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1611748561188024359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1611748561188024359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1611748561188024359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1611748561188024359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S_VtMpJGikI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8_3mdp549ZY/s72-c/Play+Day+2010+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-1095832294451474102</id><published>2010-05-14T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:52:57.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, and more Rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the rain!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice and Games have been canceled. I am not sure how I really feel about it. I have been feeling lazy so didnt really want to get up and get moving but I really like watching them play.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got the boxes to make the 18 wheeler. Going to get started this weekend. I have to figure out how to make it where it can come apart and be put back together easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to help my oldest put together his classes for next year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of the electives for 8th graders are FHA related. I dont really like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to call the school to figure out what some of the classes were. Pre Ag (which is wood shop), Ag Communications, Personal Skills, Wildlife Management, Livestock Production. There is also Band, Spanish, Video Tech, Yearbook, and Office Aide. Those last 3 the kids had to turn in an application for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that he will end up starting high school with 3 or 4 credits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That being said I am worried about how much homework the Pre Ap classes along with those going to give him credits will be. He hasnt been one for doing homework this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to get my youngest one registered for Kindergarten. :( I have been shedding tears just at the thought.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of a birthday party for my little ones they have decided they want to go see Iron Man 2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My MIL is not happy about it. I told her to talk to the hubby about it but on her own time and not when he is home because I dont want to hear them argue about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are having family pictures taken at my Mom's house soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really like netflix.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep forgetting to return the movies though. I watch alot of them on the computer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hubby keeps watching scary movies. I hate scary movies. I had to put my foot down about a few of them because he watches them with the kids. They dont seem to bother them but it does me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thats all for now because I forgot everything else :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-1095832294451474102?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1095832294451474102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=1095832294451474102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1095832294451474102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/1095832294451474102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/rain-rain-and-more-rain.html' title='Rain, Rain, and more Rain!'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5106676125276051299</id><published>2010-05-13T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:46:03.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absolutely hate it hate it hate it when my children tell me things last minute that they have know about for days sometimes even weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is happening &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; lately. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if it because they are getting lazy and not remembering or if its the end of the year and more stuff is going on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made a rule about that kind of stuff at the beginning of the year that I have now brought back full force. If I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know about it the night before its not going to happen. It will have to wait till the next day. This includes lunch money, meetings, and extra things for school (like chips and dip and drinks for parties).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son had a math problem that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; sure about last night. That has never happen before. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I noticed how dark it is outside. I hope we get some of the rain to go with it this time. It has split and just missed us for the past two days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allergies have been recking havoc around here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have a new post master that keeps sending all of mine and my sons mail back. It really pisses me off because we have been getting mail at the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt; box for 7 years up until about 2 months ago.  I am still getting all the stuff that has to be paid for but not the bills and birthday cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Grandma mail birthday cards on April 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and we just got it yesterday.  Almost a whole month later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hubby was off early yesterday. He cut tree limbs for me until he broke the chain on the saw.It looks better sorta. He is not so graceful in doing stuff so some of the limbs he cut are really ugly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be fixing them of the next few days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our neighbors were looking over the fence to see what we were doing as the trees that have grown along the fence line disappeared.  A year ago there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; any trees there and now there are a bunch. They are all going. I kinda feel bad because they shade part of their year but I cant stand them (the trees not the neighbors).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an acquaintance is that I have discovered is extremely racist.  I have know her for a few years and it is only very recently I have heard any kind of racist remarks.  I am not sure what to do.  It disturbs me to no end because our children are good friends and play sports together. Her kids are very well behaved and nice kids. :-/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On that note...I feel that people in general are good. I trust almost everyone until they give me reason not to.  I feel very naive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have to make a form of transportation for the Kindergarten Transportation Parade. This is what we do instead of graduation. Basically you start with a box (or something light weight) and make some form of transportation and paint and decorate it. This is supposed to be done as a project with(not for) your child. On the last day of school each child with walk with their transportation in a parade. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is very cute and has become very creative.  There are army tanks, planes, jeeps, boats, motorcycles, and all kinds of things. My son wants to make a 18 wheeler. I am thinking that he can carry the front and we will put moving wheels on the trailer part so he can just drag it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On child has already come to school and said her mom said she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; making one because "She is going to have a head ache and her Grandmother wont help."  This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ercks&lt;/span&gt; me. She still has 2 1/2 weeks to do it and she is going to have a head ache the whole time?  Sigh.  She can ride (walk) with my kiddo.  We might just make an extra one for her. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sons teacher has been really great this year. I would like to get her something to show our appreciation. Anyone have any ideas for a good gift for a great teacher? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5106676125276051299?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5106676125276051299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5106676125276051299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5106676125276051299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5106676125276051299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-7531773743441825061</id><published>2010-05-09T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T09:58:15.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Mothers Day to all!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This weekend has been great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to a birthday party for a cousin. It was fun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone stayed around and had a big people party after. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love being with my family. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They make me happy and I always feel at peace around them :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are good for my heart and soul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom and Will sent me some flowers for Mothers Day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are beautiful and smell wonderful. The whole house smells of fresh flowers :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mouse is messed up so I stole the one on the boys computer. I have had it about a week but they really really really want it back :( No more computer for me until I get to the store for another one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Mothers Day. I hope you all have a wonder day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-7531773743441825061?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7531773743441825061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=7531773743441825061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7531773743441825061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/7531773743441825061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3250956002404829915</id><published>2010-05-05T06:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:55:55.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life....(cant belive I didnt have a title up here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have ordered some ear plugs for my son. (the one that got tubes put in his ears) With baths and swimming over the summer and vacation coming soon I think they will be worth the money. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; old enough to do the disposable ones on his own and I am not sure he would notice if they came out anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taks&lt;/span&gt; results back (for the ones they took in March) but the other one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if he did and just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; bring them home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does the school not see a problem with a kid missing one period in the middle of the day? I mean they know if they are signed out and have left. So the attendance has to be wrong, right? I mean my kids are too young to be skipping school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so glad they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have the grades and attendance on the computer when I was in school. I love it as a parent but as a student I am sure I would have hated it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hubby wants to start looking for cars for the oldest one. He will be 13 this year. Option is get one they can work on together or get one that we would drive for a few years first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really like either option. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hubby never finish any projects around here. Either I have to finish them or they will sit undone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something that I would want my son to drive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; have enough room for the family. I mean the hubby could drive it but I cant see him going from his (big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;') truck during the week to a small car on the weekends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been up way to long this morning. My little one woke me up just before 3 and with the snoring bear in the bed next to me I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; get back to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cinco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Mayo! My son said they are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; about Mexico today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to a band concert last night. The sixth grade band was good. Better than the second band, which made me want some ear plugs of my own...no it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; that bad. They did still need a little work on it though. The last band was good. They played a superhero song and had people dress up as the super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt;. It was cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been doing laundry like a mad woman. I hate laundry. I think the kids are going to start doing their own. They already know how....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wrote this at six in the morning but forgot to post it...silly me. I guess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what lack of sleep does to you :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3250956002404829915?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3250956002404829915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3250956002404829915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3250956002404829915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3250956002404829915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-have-ordered-some-ear-plugs-for-my.html' title='Life....(cant belive I didnt have a title up here)'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3287912934929444301</id><published>2010-05-02T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:46:33.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This weekend was good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a great day at the zoo on Friday. It was my sons birthday. My mom met us at the zoo so my littlest one could go with us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We also met my cousin and her daughter on their field trip. I was nice that they were both the same day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had cupcakes and all the kids , well most of them, scraped the icing off them. Whats wrong with those kids.  The adults didnt get one cause there were more than expected with us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never thought keeping up with kids at the zoo would be so much work. I think if it were just ours it wouldnt have been a problem because we could have just threatened to beat them if they didnt mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had one of the sweetest boys go with me and took lots of pictures of all of them together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No soccer this weekend :) I dont know why but it seems like a beating this year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am stressed is an understatement. I am always sleepy, no mater how much sleep I get. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We kinda just hung out all weekend.  Watched the kids ride their bikes in the road. One of them is almost ready for training wheels to come off. :) He is getting so big.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The grass in the front is looking good. I just hope I continue to remember to water it. I have also been picking stickers out of the yard. I am hoping to get them all before they get a good start. I hate stickers. I like to walk around with out shoes on and I cant even do that in the house cause the kids track so many in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kids say the funniest stuff. Its so random.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The older ones are picking some stuff up at school that I dont like at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know its because they are getting older but I still dont like it....Speaking of getting older. Our neighbor has a crush on one of the boys. She was talking about it but not saying who and he was naming the characters in Twilight and she asked him for a last name cause his name is the same.  He said "Not me. Ewe gross!" Poor girl. As she rode off she said "I dont like you anyway."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time I see a Police Officer with someone pulled over I think to myself what an ass, but in all the times I have been pulled over not once have any of them been an ass or even just the slightest bit rude. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to get invites out for the boys bday party. We always do it in between the two birthdays.  Its just easier to do them together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The post office is starting to piss me off. They keep sending some of our mail back. My son and I dont not share the name as the rest of the house.  I get half of my mail and they sent all his birthday cards and presents back.  It hasnt always been like that. It just started in the past 2 months or so. I am making a special trip to see the post master in the morning. I am not looking forward to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I guess thats it for now....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3287912934929444301?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3287912934929444301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3287912934929444301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3287912934929444301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3287912934929444301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/stuff.html' title='Stuff...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-6387987770324344338</id><published>2010-04-26T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T13:52:13.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S9XgEOcqqnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mz1Z1OjJAfU/s1600/18774_278766851493_629741493_3557896_1037066_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464520086086396530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S9XgEOcqqnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mz1Z1OjJAfU/s320/18774_278766851493_629741493_3557896_1037066_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend put this on my face book. Isnt it the sweetest thing? Its Jacob when he was a little over one and that is her daughter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; We play a computer game called WoW. My husbands account was stolen. He has gotten it back but it will be another week before it is back to the way it was before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He blamed the kids for down loading all the stupid little game and going to all the websites they do. Turns out that he is the one with the key logger on his computer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids won their soccer game this weekend. They havent played the really good teams yet. The games at this age are good. I get excited when they play well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also have some new grass in the front yard! :) The hubby not only brought it home but also laid it out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didnt get to do what I wanted to do this weekend so I didnt do what was wanted of me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also have gotten to speak with some of my old friends. I am surprised at how just speaking with people that I know and love have changed my attitude.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend of ours is having a baby with a girl he has had an on again off again relationship. Most of his friends dont like her. Me I think she is a money grubbin' bleep adee bleep bleep. But really I am happy for them...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You believe me dont you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-6387987770324344338?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6387987770324344338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=6387987770324344338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6387987770324344338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/6387987770324344338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/blah.html' title='Blah...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/S9XgEOcqqnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mz1Z1OjJAfU/s72-c/18774_278766851493_629741493_3557896_1037066_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-5239598977640825328</id><published>2010-04-19T09:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:05:06.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I caved in and got a facebook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They should ban those little games on there. I am already addicted to one. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not sure I like it. I cant figure out how to stop getting an update every time someone adds a new friend or comments on a picture of someone I dont know. It drives me crazy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other than that I like it. I have gotten to talk to alot of people that I havent in a really long time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soccer got rained out! I was excited. So excited I think it was wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kiddo (the first one I had, you know since we have the his, mine, and ours thing going on) turned 11 yesterday. I cried about it on Saturday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made it worse by thinking the oldest one would be 13 this year and the baby would be going to school in August.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man I was a mess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids were really loud and crazy being stuck inside this weekend. I sent them out to play for 30 minutes on Sunday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes it was still raining. They weren't out there that long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok long enough that their little hands were cold. And they jumped on the trampoline and there must have been a ton of water on it cause they were soaked. Nothing that a warm bath couldnt take care of :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We didnt have birthday cake yesterday :( We had Root beer Floats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its the hubby's birthday today. I always make a dinner on everyone birthday but he doesnt want me to cook for his he wants to eat out. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont they know that my fun on their birthday and its the one time I will make whatever they happen to want. Even if its something I hate to make.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids were late to school this morning because I over slept. I dreamt that I had already taken them to school so it was a complete surprise when they came in and asked when we were going. Poor kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok off to do some paper work so i can take one to the orothodontist. Anyone know a good cheep one. I think braces on one kid is going to kill me and I know that at least 1 or 2 more are going to need them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-5239598977640825328?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5239598977640825328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=5239598977640825328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5239598977640825328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/5239598977640825328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/stuff.html' title='Stuff....'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3977517126949322946</id><published>2010-04-11T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:02:54.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So I cant be as big of a bitch as I think I can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was friendly to someone who I swore to myself I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; going to be. All damn weekend. Things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; the same but I was still nicer than I thought I would be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; go get in the car 2 hours after we got to the late family Easter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIL's&lt;/span&gt; kids are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; damn cute. I just want to squeeze them:) but one is too little to be squeezed and the other wont let me :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids came home with too much damn candy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had extras. Cousins kids. They are so sweet...well one of them. The boy can eat. He is 8 I  think. Ate half of a large pizza for dinner and then ate 6 donuts for breakfast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love to have a little girl but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want any more kids so I will stick with borrowing them and giving them back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hubby did something I would have never thought of for him.  He brushed and fixed hair this morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally told my Mom about things that have been going on in my house and why I have been pissed and stressed and well when it comes down to it I guess unhappy.  When I started she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; my poor baby. But before I finished she was pissed too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom is over 50. She is one of the sweetest people I know and loves to help others. She is always busy. And I do mean always. She is getting her teaching license this summer. She will start teaching in the fall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her friends say they need to give her some mean lessons. I agree..sorta. I know my Mom and she can get what she wants :) You know when someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; really wrong and you end up doing what they want you to do even though is not what you wanted. She is good at it and does it in the nicest, sweetest way possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man I love her :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3977517126949322946?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3977517126949322946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3977517126949322946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3977517126949322946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3977517126949322946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/ok.html' title='Ok..'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2452055294654920437</id><published>2010-04-08T14:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:05:34.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>Did you see the 18 wheeler on fire? Crazy stuff. Looking for a pic. It was a 18 wheeler, dump truck and a pick up.  They were all on fire and the 18 wheeler was hanging off a bridge. Not sure about injuries yet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2452055294654920437?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2452055294654920437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2452055294654920437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2452055294654920437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2452055294654920437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-2983581717070450592</id><published>2010-04-07T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:11:21.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have enjoyed the past day or two.  Nothing much special going on just life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been going to the park everyday while we wait for the bigger kids to get out of school. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They seem to love it and as long as they leave when its time I think it will be a daily thing for the rest of the school year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had my first snow cone of the year today!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The oldest is getting braces. Well maybe if we can afford them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really like the orthodontist that we saw today but we are going to try a few others before we pick one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only because I was told the price I was quoted was really high and well with 5 kids we need to save all we can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My SIL might be going to Disney with us :) I am excited about it. I really do enjoy myself when I am around them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really need to talk to my uncle about this since he is going too! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still havent had to speak to that person I was talking about before. I think that may be why the past few days have been good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hubby asked it I was mad at her. I am not. I am over it, its just not going to be the same anymore. I am surprised he even noticed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My yard really needs to be mowed. I think that will be tomorrows goal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My neighbors dog/cats keep getting in our trash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The city tagged all their cars to tow next month if they are still there.  He is always working on them and they are never there long so I dont know why they did that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I am pissed about what they are doing to the street downtown. I dont think it looks very good. I also dont thing the street was bad. I dont recall pot holes in it(maybe a few but not many). I dont know that the streets on the side of town I live on are really really bad and I do mean really bad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After the last rain I thought I went around a new pot hole in the road but didnt quit make it around it. It was so bad that I bottomed out on the damn thing and it was a new one. The city's way of fixing the streets over here is to put gravel in them. They put asphalt in the holes sometimes but as soon as it rains it washes right out. They need to be redone completely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TAKS test were this week . I hate those damn thing and cant stand that for the last six weeks(at least) that is all that my children have done in math class. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok I have to figure out what I am doing with the pork chops I thawed for dinner. Have a good night!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-2983581717070450592?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2983581717070450592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=2983581717070450592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2983581717070450592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/2983581717070450592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/enjoyment.html' title='Enjoyment...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955628916254994360.post-3349573099981104346</id><published>2010-04-06T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:24:38.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things at home have been...rough to say the least.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not 100% sure that life I as I know it will survive. I am certain that life will not be the same.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easter was ok. We do a family Easter on Saturday. That way everyone can come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We didnt stay long. My husband decided he was tired and went to sit in the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well that was my family Easter. We will have one with his family this coming weekend. I plan on returning the favor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All hell broke loose this weekend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It really annoys me when I take the time to tell my kids to do something and even go to all the trouble to ask them several times if they did it and they tell me yes, yes I did it but then it turns out they have really done it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It happened this weekend with shin guards of all things. They needed to be taken to practice. It didnt happen and then late that night I got a call they would be coming to get them in the morning. (Thats when things got really bad) The kids ended up coming home. When they were getting ready for the game he couldnt find the damn shin guards. The whole reason I asked about them the day before (not to mention practice)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the boys got detention last week. Well then he called yesterday and had 2 more days of detention this week for something else. He got it on Friday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As part of all hell breaking loose this weekend the hubby is going to deal with it. His way of dealing with it.....telling him it better not happen again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not happy about it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More talking about this weekend needs to happen. I have been half ass avoiding it because I am not sure what the results will be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That being said, I am looking for job and a sitter for my young one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also think that damage to certain relationship is beyond repair. Not that I really care much right now but it could cause major problems later down the road since its within the family. Being civil will only get you so far.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955628916254994360-3349573099981104346?l=myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3349573099981104346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955628916254994360&amp;postID=3349573099981104346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3349573099981104346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955628916254994360/posts/default/3349573099981104346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myowncrazylittleworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while...'/><author><name>GoneCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308875272313772220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAHSxa5j_sg/TSspe9O2l-I/AAAAAAAAARM/mnCX9qILzpw/S220/Girls%2BNight%2B162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
