<?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-356165264588357920</id><updated>2011-12-22T12:59:06.903-06:00</updated><category term='Non Cooperational Bribe Takers'/><category term='Yuck'/><category term='Just an Idea'/><category term='Grouchy'/><category term='Great Wolf is Great'/><category term='It&apos;s A Toile World Afterall'/><category term='Bread and Breakfast'/><category term='Ignorance is Bliss'/><category term='Dumb Ass Motherlicious'/><category term='Minimum Daily Word Count'/><category term='Ambien Hangover'/><category term='Meaningless'/><category term='momkini'/><category term='I Like Black Dogs and I Cannot Lie'/><category term='Practice Makes Perfect'/><category term='My Country Tiz Ta Pee'/><category term='Totally Random'/><category term='Nasty EI'/><category term='Freakin Me Out'/><category term='Give them Strong Funny'/><category term='You Know You Want One'/><category term='I Warned You'/><category term='Fake It Till You Make It'/><category term='D^MMIT LOYL'/><category term='and Boring'/><category term='Birthday Funs'/><category term='Lovely Ladies'/><category term='Semi Repulsive Yet Pretty Funny'/><category term='TMI'/><category term='I Need My LLM'/><category term='Chatter'/><category term='Let&apos;s Get it Over With'/><category term='Sing My Song'/><category term='crazy lady'/><category term='Be Careful You Might Get Goth on You'/><category term='Because I Said'/><category term='But Wait'/><category term='Yay for the Big Bus'/><category term='Painting'/><category term='Thank You Mimi for Clean Sheets'/><category term='Lake Daze'/><category term='I&apos;m Bringing Sexy Back'/><category term='The Funky Chicken'/><category term='I Said See Ya Later In Yo Butt'/><category term='Big Black is MY FRIEND'/><category term='Flea Bags'/><category term='It Is All About Me'/><category term='Photos Later'/><category term='Don&apos;t You Make Fun of Me'/><category term='Head Hurts'/><category term='Poor Big Lil Momma'/><category term='Work is Easy'/><category term='Terrorisim'/><category term='Don&apos;t You Judge Me'/><category term='Kre8tive'/><category term='Olympic Napping Prelims'/><category term='Ghost Ride Your Whip'/><category term='Long Term Memory Loss'/><category term='Momma Momma Momma Momma Momma'/><category term='The Worst Part of the Day'/><category term='Stories of the Brain Damaged'/><category term='Wheelin N Dealin'/><category term='None of Your Business'/><category term='Thank You for Smoking'/><category term='Injury Report'/><category term='School is Cool'/><category term='Mexico'/><category term='Can I Just Take Some Time'/><category term='Hunker Down'/><category term='Good Stuff'/><category term='Thank You Dear Lord 8 pound 6 oz Baby Jesus'/><category term='No Nap Means Early Bed'/><category term='Go On Ask Her'/><category term='Just Keep Swimming'/><category term='I Don&apos;t Care About Oprah'/><category term='Stay Little'/><category term='The Rosters The Roosters The Roosters Are Tired'/><category term='NDN&apos;s'/><category term='Use Code Word'/><category term='I Am Not a Burden'/><category term='Bitch and Moan'/><category term='New Word'/><category term='Medicate this Mamalicious'/><category term='High Maintenance Girlfriends'/><category term='Nothing Note Worthy'/><category term='Ashley Told Me To'/><category term='Mental Illness'/><category term='Sanity'/><category term='New Tactics'/><category term='Save The Drama for Your Dentist'/><category term='Countdown'/><category term='Pillows'/><category term='I Can&apos;t Wait'/><category term='Parental Defiant Disorder- We Haz It'/><category term='I Work.  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MILF'/><category term='Skinny Bitches Here I Come'/><category term='TRY ME'/><category term='Pretty Grills'/><category term='Planning'/><category term='Insomnia'/><category term='Check Yoself'/><category term='Magic Elf'/><category term='Do What'/><category term='Brain Damage'/><category term='sister contest'/><category term='I hate the news'/><category term='Announcing DDTGM'/><category term='Exhaustion'/><category term='Lab Trifecta'/><category term='Fab Friday Feelings'/><category term='Bitch Panties'/><category term='Better Than Nothing'/><category term='That&apos;s Not All'/><category term='Unspilled Party Beverage'/><category term='Party Time'/><category term='Either Way Works.'/><category term='That&apos;s Part of Being an INTRAtainer'/><category term='Maxi Task'/><category term='Tweed Grasses Doobage Ganga Chronic'/><category term='Now I&apos;m Worn Out'/><category term='Liquid Medication'/><category term='Big Lil Momma is Home'/><category term='Mamalicious Loves Big 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term='Dysfunctional Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidaze'/><title type='text'>Cranked Up</title><content type='html'>Are your kids totally cranked up about Christmas? Ours have been totally (mostly) chilled out up until tonight. Maybe they know that tomorrow is their last day of school before the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are soaking up all of the holiday fun they can manage to get in. Saturday night we went to Polar Express, a free event at our local park. They had the merry-go-round going, train rides, and hot chocolate. I scored these headbands at The Dollar Tree, the second most terrifying place to go during the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1182.photobucket.com/albums/x453/holleh1974/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5642.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 493px; HEIGHT: 299px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1182.photobucket.com/albums/x453/holleh1974/IMG_5642.jpg" width="796" height="417" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm already the embarassing mom, look at me... wearing dumb shit in public! These girls are totally going to roll their eyes in 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1182.photobucket.com/albums/x453/holleh1974/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PolarExpress7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 493px; HEIGHT: 331px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1182.photobucket.com/albums/x453/holleh1974/PolarExpress7.jpg" width="888" height="577" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week at work, I decided I better submit a leave request for a few days since the girls are going to be on break. I don't normally take off during this time of year, mainly because I'm totally dysfunctional and I don't know how to be home with kids all day long. If they were babies and took naps, I'd totally love it. But I've never stayed home for any big stretch of time outside of maternity leave. We do vacations, but we're doing vacation stuff. And if the girls are sick, I stay at home and that's different too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company I work for won't let us carry over more than 80 hours of vacation time. I'll be home for the entire Christmas break. I am already concerned for our sanity. I keep thinking we'll be fine, we'll be fine, we'll be fine. But I'm not so sure. I don't want to be holed up in the house in PJ's the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent some time today brainstorming of things to do, and now I'm kind of excited. We're going to go to the library for Christmas craft time. We will be visiting family. Each girl can have a sleep over and play date (NOT at the same time). Our fitness center has free swim daily, and we will do that a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can bribe them into letting me take a nap at least once during the break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6587334405723581163?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6587334405723581163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6587334405723581163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6587334405723581163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6587334405723581163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2011/12/cranked-up.html' title='Cranked Up'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-1729936718993721487</id><published>2011-12-16T16:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:40:07.652-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ignorance is Bliss'/><title type='text'>Sleep is the Cousin of Death</title><content type='html'>So I didn't sleep at all last night. I hate it when I know I have to be somewhere early and people are counting on me. It was like I didn't sleep at all. I must have, I had some really weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that I wasn't married to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daddylish&lt;/span&gt;, but we were still together and in a relationship. He was also in a relationship with another woman and they had a baby together. The baby wasn't a newborn, but was young enough that he was still being nursed by this baby momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the most disturbing part of the dream was that he drank her breast milk and said that it was delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to consult the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, as every one knows it is the prime source for factual information. Especially when diagnosis &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt; or mental illness as I am prone to do. I have frequent recurring themes to my dreams, but this is a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew better than to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;harness&lt;/span&gt; the power of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;interwebz&lt;/span&gt;. Don't Google your dreams people, it's weird and upsetting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-1729936718993721487?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/1729936718993721487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=1729936718993721487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1729936718993721487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1729936718993721487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2011/12/sleep-is-cousin-of-death.html' title='Sleep is the Cousin of Death'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3959371962775656344</id><published>2011-12-14T16:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:38:49.077-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fibromyalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confession'/><title type='text'>August 2010</title><content type='html'>Some blogs are dedicated to cooking. Some are about family, music, housekeeping, and other topics of the Functional World. I haven't decided what this is about anymore. I know I used to be funny and now I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMJ&lt;/span&gt; has basically subsided. Every so often I have a flare up of jaw pain and once in awhile I get a really bad headache. What bothers me most physically is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fibromyalgia&lt;/span&gt;, which is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt; diagnosis that most doctors hesitate to give because it's not really real. There isn't anything a blood test or MRI that detects the center of my pain or the reason for it. It's just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been toying with the idea that maybe my blog is about living my life with pain that is there every day and how I manage to get through it. Or maybe it's a chance to say what is on my mind on the rare occasion there is something there. Whatever it turns out to be, I'm going to try to keep writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-3959371962775656344?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3959371962775656344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3959371962775656344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3959371962775656344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3959371962775656344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2011/12/august-2010.html' title='August 2010'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6507364224119798680</id><published>2011-12-13T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:18:46.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dysfunctional Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World'/><title type='text'>The Dysfunctional Mom</title><content type='html'>During a recent trip to Walt Disney World with my family, I observed several different types of mom-styles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Functional Mom. She's really focused on her offspring. She wastes ZERO time in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; land (trying to tune the noise of her children by zoning out). The Functional Mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;capitalizes&lt;/span&gt; on every &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; as a moment to teach her children something. She probably has a Busy Bag in her Land's End monogrammed canvas tote. Or flash cards of multiplication tables that she's using to teach her 4 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Functional Mom has healthy snacks always. Gummy bears and a Diet Dr. Pepper would not ever suffice (that's the snack menu of the Mother of Dysfunction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Functional Mom is probably giving me the stink eye for my disorderly purse. I'm the Dysfunctional Mom. I'm using the time in the wait queue for The Haunted Mansion by feeding my kids a Coke and some Shock Tarts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Functional Mom's clothing is always weather appropriate and pressed. Mine- no. I might have slept in my yoga pants (which have never even been to a yoga class). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Dysfunctional Mom gets really happy when my kids are quiet and not asking me to play patty-cake with them. I'm glad when they play on my iPhone for 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand, I love hugs from my kids. But I really hate being climbed on. It hurts. I didn't "wear" my babies when they were infants and I'm sure as hell not going to carry them around when their legs are long enough to touch the ground when I hold them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry if you are totally Functional, Semi-Functional, or a Dysfunctional Disaster. Just be true to who you are and don't fake it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- this is my first post since March. Forgive my disjointed post, I need lots more practice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6507364224119798680?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6507364224119798680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6507364224119798680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6507364224119798680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6507364224119798680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2011/12/dysfunctional-mom.html' title='The Dysfunctional Mom'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8103836541770035548</id><published>2011-03-24T15:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:09:12.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chatter'/><title type='text'>Fresh Post</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure how 'back' I am.  I don't seem to have the good thoughts flowing in my head.  Thoughts are in my head, for sure.  They are also flowing.  But the creativity seems to be blocked by pain in my jaw, work, parenting, keeping up with reality TV, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, and Twitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress overwhelms me.  I don't have many nights that I don't wake up in a panic attack.  I've been talking (screaming) in my sleep.  There are lots of reasons why.  It's not that much fun to talk about.  NOT talking about it helps me not focus on it, but I guess it still bubbles up and shoves through in my sleep.  There are no peaceful nights inside of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a lot of things, too.  Like the fact that my little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;momma's&lt;/span&gt; play together so nice.  They love each other so much and it is fabulous.  I'm thankful that they are able to wash their own hair.  I'm thankful that I don't have to change a diaper or haul a big bag of baby supplies around.  I love babies, but I'm thankful I don't have to have any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for my brain to think happy thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8103836541770035548?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8103836541770035548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8103836541770035548' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8103836541770035548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8103836541770035548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2011/03/fresh-post.html' title='Fresh Post'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3450179488916380594</id><published>2011-03-18T17:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:23:04.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blossoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am Alive'/><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>We're starting over here, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my brain start thinking again.  It's a good thing.  I think I go dormant in the winter.  Like a frog or a turtle or something that burrows into the ground when it is cold outside.  My spirit starts to wake back up when there are blooms on the Bradford Pear Trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good sign!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-3450179488916380594?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3450179488916380594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3450179488916380594' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3450179488916380594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3450179488916380594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2011/03/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7561516752038513104</id><published>2010-12-24T08:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:09:51.534-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress Less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Touch of Sweet'/><title type='text'>Disclaimer:  Christmas Is Not My Favorite</title><content type='html'>Get this.  The girl who doesn't like Christmas has had an awesome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;!  I don't remember when the last time was that I enjoyed planning for this big event.  It has come with a little bit of self induced stress, but I didn't mind it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is big cleaning day.  I've shopped (and that wasn't much fun), organized, and planned.  Now that all of that is done, it's time to clean and get on with the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have cookies to bake and memories to make!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7561516752038513104?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7561516752038513104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7561516752038513104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7561516752038513104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7561516752038513104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2010/12/disclaimer-christmas-is-not-my-favorite.html' title='Disclaimer:  Christmas Is Not My Favorite'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3860453912740769615</id><published>2010-12-21T19:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:43:42.926-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good morning'/><title type='text'>Holidaze</title><content type='html'>This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; has been much more enjoyable than the past few. The Little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; are really into the Santa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. That makes it so much more fun. Tonight Little Little Momma and I went on a special dinner and shopping date. We had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gourmet&lt;/span&gt; meal at Burger King it was super delightful. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was the Multi Slacking Mama's family Christmas. It was fun. I got to hold, rock, and pat my baby cousin. Holding a baby makes all problems go away. I changed his diaper-- I have never changed a baby boy before. I remembered all of the lessons about keeping his 'mister' covered! No accidents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553310763405021346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/TRFSt3QcEKI/AAAAAAAABnU/fmObwTI5OYU/s200/IMG_0078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553308443773962322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/TRFQm19TCFI/AAAAAAAABnM/o1vHY2Ts4Ak/s200/IMG_0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learned some great stuff in my therapy today. I had no idea I had such a painful August. Well, I knew I did but we really uncovered what it was all about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We bipolar/depressed/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ocd&lt;/span&gt; folks are very fortunate to have doctors, therapists, and medications to help us.  I recall my grandmother having numerous nervous breakdowns.  I didn't understand it.  It was scary, sad, and worst of all... stigmatizing for her.  Thank God I don't have to be labeled as mentally ill.  I would surely be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;institutionalized&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm focusing on enjoying my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LM's&lt;/span&gt; and the things that they are doing right now.  They seem like such best friends.  I am so fortunate to have two that get along so well.   I love listening to them visit and play.  It is so wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to light the fireplace and enjoy some quite time with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daddylicious&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goggies&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm praying for sleep tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-3860453912740769615?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3860453912740769615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3860453912740769615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3860453912740769615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3860453912740769615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2010/12/holidaze.html' title='Holidaze'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/TRFSt3QcEKI/AAAAAAAABnU/fmObwTI5OYU/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8316961273406948969</id><published>2010-01-08T21:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:44:32.541-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Ride Your Whip'/><title type='text'>Do Not Be Afraid</title><content type='html'>Ghost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ridin&lt;/span&gt;' the Whip- even Grandma's can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Urban Dictionary term: &lt;em&gt;the act of putting ones ride in neutral, opening all doors, placing the volume dial on 10, and simply &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rollin&lt;/span&gt;'. One can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; take the process up a notch and actually exit his/her ride. Once outside, one can dance and flow to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short video to demonstrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SBPJTK1YBvs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SBPJTK1YBvs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Lyrics for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when you get a new car&lt;/span&gt; [ uh huh uh huh ]&lt;br /&gt;and ya feeling like a star [ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;what you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; do [ what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; do, what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; do ]&lt;br /&gt;GHOST RIDE IT&lt;br /&gt;ghost ride &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; whip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;pull up hop out, all in one motion&lt;br /&gt;dancing on the hood, while the car still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rollin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stuntin&lt;/span&gt;', &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shinin&lt;/span&gt;', &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flamboostin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;on one high, off that potion&lt;br /&gt;windows &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;downnn&lt;/span&gt;, feet out of it&lt;br /&gt;damn that boy high, he out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thizzin&lt;/span&gt;' t &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grettin&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gridin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mouf&lt;/span&gt;, you know he big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;timin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chevys&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;buicks&lt;/span&gt;, regals, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ribbys&lt;/span&gt; tho&lt;br /&gt;first i seen ghost ride, was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;critty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' dumb, party like ditty do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mistah&lt;/span&gt; fab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the prince of the city hoe&lt;br /&gt;ghost ride, ghost ride&lt;br /&gt;get out the way, let &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;casper&lt;/span&gt; drive&lt;br /&gt;ghost ride, go crazy&lt;br /&gt;who bay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drivin&lt;/span&gt;? Patrick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;swayze&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're Ghost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ridin&lt;/span&gt;' it AS.AP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down the daze until I can see my doctor.  My jaw hurt all the way up my cheekbones today.  NOT fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a fun evening, although the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; the SHIT out of me.  We went to her girlfriend's birthday party.  Mom of the birthday girl asked me if I would paint nails.  Of course, I love to paint nails and I'm always adding glittery &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; to my collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was painting nails and I heard a report that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; was crying because there was nothing she wanted to do.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LAWD&lt;/span&gt;...  My KID!!!!  There was nail painting, bracelet making, rock band, basketball, coloring, riding bikes (big indoor church gym).  I wanted to melt into my chair, but some sweet momma went and got her going again and she was fine.  Dude.  Way to make the birthday girl feel special.  I want to talk to her about it tomorrow, she needs to know that she could have made the birthday girl feel really bad about her special party.  I can't do it to her tonight, I don't want her thinking I'm mad at her (she's very tender, so I have to approach things JUST the right way or I could really wound her spirit).  But she need to know that saying those things are hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that one thing, this evening was fun.  I deserved it, too, because I worked my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hiney&lt;/span&gt; off at work.  I slept like crap last night with a toddler on top of me on the couch.  I put the toddler back in the bed and she found me again.  I put her on the cushy ottoman beside me, and she still ended up on top of me.  I was an hour and a half late to work, and my pipes were frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a nap tomorrow FOR SURE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8316961273406948969?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8316961273406948969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8316961273406948969' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8316961273406948969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8316961273406948969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2010/01/do-not-be-afraid.html' title='Do Not Be Afraid'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8720412059888842625</id><published>2010-01-07T21:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:12:56.995-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Ride Your Whip'/><title type='text'>Video Production</title><content type='html'>So here she is, in my driveway. My new whip. Yeah, it's not an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Escalade&lt;/span&gt; or a Benz or anything else those kids on My Super Sweet Sixteen get. But it's mine and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/S0agAXZALVI/AAAAAAAABmM/fhe8qBXJHqM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424198729353669970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/S0agAXZALVI/AAAAAAAABmM/fhe8qBXJHqM/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the weather &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; warmer than, say, 50... we're going to Ghost Ride the Whip. We have to practice our moves. Hopefully we have enough time to get our wardrobe picked out and&lt;br /&gt;LEARN how to Ghost Ride It. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Super Target today.  I was looking for some funky tights for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; as well as some leg warmers.  The whole tights aisle was bare.  There were NO leg warmers.  For the record, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; was angry with me today because she had to wear *gasp* pants.  It was a whole 23 degrees here.  No, they don't go play outside, but I can't let her wear dresses in this frigid weather.  Instead I found some other cute things for both girls and purchased some Twinkies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw has been acting up again, so I'm going back to the doctor next week.  Give me some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Percs&lt;/span&gt; and the Jaw Spa, please!  The Jaw Spa is a nice treatment with an ultrasound machine.  It feels GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also see the crazy doctor again next week.  I'll be sure to share the awful story of the terrible experience that left me running for the door in tears.  In the meantime, I'll know that the cure for depression is purchasing a new ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8720412059888842625?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8720412059888842625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8720412059888842625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8720412059888842625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8720412059888842625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2010/01/video-production.html' title='Video Production'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/S0agAXZALVI/AAAAAAAABmM/fhe8qBXJHqM/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3592674487539607474</id><published>2010-01-06T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:04:10.758-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Are Welcome'/><title type='text'>Work/Life Balance</title><content type='html'>Number 1, I had a beer when I got home from work (no kids here, don't judge me).  I also had a shot (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; 2) of Malibu Mango Rum.  Again, I'm solo- so if you are judging me stop right there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be really cold here tomorrow, and I'm going to share my outlook on when it is acceptable to go to work and when you should stay home.  This may have been covered before, but it is worth a refresher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  No work on Monday.  Everything sucks on Monday and you might as well just stay home.&lt;br /&gt;2)  Tuesday, go to work and be productive.&lt;br /&gt;3)  Wednesday, go to work and be productive.&lt;br /&gt;4)  Thursday, very close to the weekend so go to work and get as much done as you can.&lt;br /&gt;5)  Friday, this is another day that we should just go ahead and start our weekend.  Who does stuff on Friday?  I try to, but often it does not work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you consider all of this, your Tuesday becomes your Monday.  All we need is another Monday, so Tuesday- off work.  Wednesday- get all of your work done.  Thursday becomes your Friday so you might as well just take off because Thursday is your Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only appropriate work day would be Wednesday.  Working on Wednesday is just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caveat&lt;/span&gt;.  If it is too cold out side- no working.  Raining- it's just better to keep your ass inside.  Maybe it's too windy.  Everyone hates wind.  Stay inside.  If it's too nice outside- get outside and enjoy it, especially if it is spring, summer, fall, or winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that up myself, so don't go pawning that off as your own work/life balance.  Be sure to give me full credit.   My name is Holly.  I have no love for the winter months.  My hair is short and brown right now and I just ate a taco salad without the taco and the salad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-3592674487539607474?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3592674487539607474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3592674487539607474' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3592674487539607474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3592674487539607474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2010/01/worklife-balance.html' title='Work/Life Balance'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6607923779171389973</id><published>2010-01-04T20:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:18:00.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No More Monkeys in My Bed'/><title type='text'>I Really Like</title><content type='html'>Three year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; in footy PJ's.  I sure think they are so cute, especially when they have long &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair that's sorta curly.  It sure isn't all that cute when it comes and gets in my bed.  Last night there were 4 of us in bed, plus a cat.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; made his escape and slept on the sofa.  I wasn't as smart and was kicked around for a few hours in about 3 inches of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not tonight.  I'm going to bed early, so at least there will be a few hours of solo bed time.  If a kid comes to get in my bed, I'm going to say NO.  That's a lie.  The kid will probably get in bed with me, but if it starts kicking.... I'm leaving.  It will probably chase me down and I'll end up with it on the couch on top of me.  I'll be having dreams that I'm stuffed in a coffin (seriously, it has happened before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new car has a cozy place in the garage.  I'm going to be wiping around on it a lot, making sure the tires are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt; and the inside is clean.  I doubt I pick rocks out of the tread, I just don't have that kind of time, but I love it so much that if I did have that kind of time I might pick rocks out of the tread.  It smells &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; good.  I love the MP3 player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is starting to pick back up.  By 3pm today I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hurtin&lt;/span&gt;' for my nap.  I'm going to have to get some of that 5 hour energy crap or some red bull or some shit.  Maybe I should ask &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLM's&lt;/span&gt; teacher what kind of crack they give to her because she always seems so full of life after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is 8-something.  It's cold (and I have decided that if there is a hell, then hell is cold) and it's going to be colder tomorrow.  Beans and cornbread are for dinner, we have a fireplace, and hopefully not much going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6607923779171389973?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6607923779171389973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6607923779171389973' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6607923779171389973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6607923779171389973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2010/01/i-really-like.html' title='I Really Like'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8364685394221993800</id><published>2010-01-01T17:11:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:40:58.008-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy lady'/><title type='text'>It's a....</title><content type='html'>A 2010 Chevrolet Traverse is coming to live at our house tomorrow! The color is called Gold Mist. It's awesome because it seats 7, has a OnStar, XM, and a rear back up camera. I'm going to get the front windows tinted to match the back, and eventually a luggage rack for the top. &lt;img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421913165083216850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sz6BTA_Mi9I/AAAAAAAABlc/ZfBhY2mtp3I/s320/mine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now we have to start working on vanity plates. I think we can have 7 letters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a Merry Christmas. The girls had a great time opening everything on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421914103467858226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sz6CJovh2TI/AAAAAAAABlk/dBrfetpfFKs/s320/IMG_3869.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me two whole pictures to photo all of the gifts! Mimi and Papa were with us, so this is their gifting as well.   We even had a white Christmas. I never appreciate it (I hate it, in fact). But I was happy for the girls that it did snow on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa brought almost everything that was asked for, and my mom and I cooked breakfast for the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been OK, not OK, OK again, and then not OK. I believe I need to ask for an additional medication or a dose uppage. Or maybe it's the weather and I need to get in the tanning bed more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was NYE and I was in bed by 10. I had a migraine, and my medication made me loopy and groggy and incapable of hanging out. I was also feeling very hermit like (sadly normal for me these days).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8364685394221993800?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8364685394221993800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8364685394221993800' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8364685394221993800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8364685394221993800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2010/01/its.html' title='It&apos;s a....'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sz6BTA_Mi9I/AAAAAAAABlc/ZfBhY2mtp3I/s72-c/mine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-2366465247703094640</id><published>2009-12-08T20:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:55:53.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuck'/><title type='text'>Wal Mart</title><content type='html'>I want to thank georgsecrets for coming back and hanging in.  I want you to read, and I'm glad you are here.  Don't think we haven't all had a moment where we needed to open mouth insert foot.  Think of it never again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dreadful trip to Wal Mart to make.  I was edged out before I got home but it was all OK.  I was calm, the crowd wasn't all that bad, but it was cold.  I can do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-2366465247703094640?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/2366465247703094640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=2366465247703094640' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/2366465247703094640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/2366465247703094640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/12/wal-mart.html' title='Wal Mart'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-4055266480682622219</id><published>2009-11-22T17:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:54:39.065-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Will Be Back'/><title type='text'>Pardon the Interruption Take II</title><content type='html'>Please excuse my lack of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm fighting a serious battle of depression.  I'm at a loss for words.  I'm just sort of here in my life right now.  Fighting to manage to take care of kids, house, and work.  The will to write has left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do anything I like to do anymore.  Clean house- no.  Clean sheets- no.  Putting on my work clothes, slapping on make up and a happy face is more than too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry.  Send positive thoughts or prayers my way.  I'm in therapy, seeing my psychiatrist, and my doctor.  They are trying to get me back to my functioning self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie.  Things have been the worst they've ever been since I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PPD&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; was born.  It's a wonder I still have a job and it's a wonder that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; is up to taking care of my unreasonable crying spells, lazy laying in bed, and just being a walking-dead-person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was rough.  So bad that I went to the urgent care clinic at the urging of my therapist.  I sat there in the waiting room, sobbing.  Got to see the doctor and he wanted to draw my blood.  UH??  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?  When did a major episode of depression become detectable in the blood?  I declined and he said I could talk to him if it would make me feel better.  Yeah, Jack Ass.  I just wasted 2 hours of my life and took up time that actual physically ILL people could have been in there.  So I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I got an emergency appointment with my Psychiatrist.  I was harassed in the waiting room by a crazy man.  It was so bad that the doctor called me back in to see him and instructed me to walk straight outside.  So that's what I did, bawling the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been given some new medication and I expect that it is going to take 3-4 (maybe more) weeks to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pardon me for the lack of words and the inability to read or comment on anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-4055266480682622219?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/4055266480682622219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=4055266480682622219' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/4055266480682622219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/4055266480682622219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/11/pardon-interruption-take-ii.html' title='Pardon the Interruption Take II'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8399373287911570675</id><published>2009-11-02T18:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:48:10.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Going to Disney World at OneTrueMedia.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=9bcc053843c64cbe84acf5" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=9bcc053843c64cbe84acf5&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8399373287911570675?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8399373287911570675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8399373287911570675' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8399373287911570675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8399373287911570675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/11/we-going-to-disney-world-at.html' title='We&amp;#39;re Going to Disney World at OneTrueMedia.com'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7894788626712300625</id><published>2009-10-20T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:43:55.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGB'/><title type='text'>Crazy Little Little Momma</title><content type='html'>The toot won't sleep without me.  I've had one night solo in 2 weeks.  If she goes to sleep in her bed, she gets in mine anywhere from 1-3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy.  She wakes me up to pat her or rock her, then she gets pissed off because I'm doing it wrong.  I'm sorry, but I am not in proper back-patting mode when I'm sound asleep.  What we need is an auto-back patter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now she's gotten out of bed and made a bed on the couch next to me.  She's wallering, getting up and down, making a bed of blankets... remaking a bed of blankets... getting her baby... getting off the couch getting on the couch.  Kicking me, squirming, falling off the couch between the couch and the ottoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda cute but not really.  Get in your BGB and stay there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7894788626712300625?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7894788626712300625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7894788626712300625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7894788626712300625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7894788626712300625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/10/crazy-little-little-momma.html' title='Crazy Little Little Momma'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-672983556800430486</id><published>2009-10-10T05:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T05:35:16.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WDW Surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Really Time'/><title type='text'>Four More Hours!</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 5am, totally excited... butterflies in my tummy like I am the little girl going to Disney!  I put my first 30 minutes to good use- changing sheets.  Now I'm just waiting until a decent time when I can start making noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big secret reveal is in 4 more hours.  In 4 hours the girls will know they are headed to WDW!  I can't believe I've kept this happy secret for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer was so off with headaches and jaw trouble.  I hope this sort-of makes up for what I missed with them.  They are two precious hearts and this is going to be a fun week.  I just hope LLM does not throw too many wild ass fits for not getting to ride certian things.  We're not going to make a big deal of it, and we will take turns taking her somewhere that she can ride something else.  It'll be OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update the big reveal when we get home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-672983556800430486?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/672983556800430486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=672983556800430486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/672983556800430486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/672983556800430486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/10/four-more-hours.html' title='Four More Hours!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5567770619419254065</id><published>2009-10-07T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:13:23.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WDW Surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>Pre Vacation</title><content type='html'>Had a rough mental work day.  I came home, had a shot of crown and a Mich Ultra.  I'm on a liquid pre vacation.  The girls are at church, so that will be all of the liquid pre vacation until they get home and to bed.  Honestly, thy that time I might be ready for bed once they go down.  There is still homework to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleansed every toilet in the house.  They needed it.  I have in mind to clean this house for our dog sitter.  She's coming tonight at 8:30 to visit and meet the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my hairs are black and red.  Very pretty.  But I had to wear panty hose today and almost had a panic attack because of it.  I can't do that to myself again.  Why can't I wear cotton shorts and a tshirt?  AH!  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These crazy girls are getting excited about the Great Wolf Lodge.  Except LLM said she just wanted to go to Disney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5567770619419254065?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5567770619419254065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5567770619419254065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5567770619419254065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5567770619419254065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/10/pre-vacation.html' title='Pre Vacation'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-36337241018704281</id><published>2009-10-05T19:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:24:30.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Damage'/><title type='text'>Amazingly Powerful, Yet Stupid</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor for the tinkle in the cup routine.  I get a bladder infection before any big event, right?  I know my body.  I went for the tinkle, and the results were- all clear.  My mind is very powerful... tricking me into thinking I had a bladder infection.  Yet very very stupid.  At least I DON'T have a bladder infection and I'm taking cranberry and drinking water like crazy.  That won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also fun, I'm waking up around 2-4am with bad headaches.  I have to get up out of bed, rummage around for my headache tricks and then try to go back and get under it.  That's what I tell my brain- go to sleep and get under that headache so it will be gone by wake up time.  My new bag of tricks includes an ice pack on my eyes and a towel rolled up under my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night I almost died of knifes stabbing right through my eyeballs with a terrible migraine, remember?  That night I almost went to the ER, and I called in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; manner- they said to do that.  It helped.  I also put a cold wet washcloth on the back of my neck and on top of my rolled up towel with the ice pack on my eyes- and amazingly I didn't die.  I lived to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have writers block and the start of another headache.  I'm taking this body to tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-36337241018704281?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/36337241018704281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=36337241018704281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/36337241018704281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/36337241018704281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/10/amazingly-powerful-yet-stupid.html' title='Amazingly Powerful, Yet Stupid'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6560344258355574909</id><published>2009-10-04T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:07:31.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking say what'/><title type='text'>Rainy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's raining- boring Sunday. So boring that my laundry is almost finished. Dogs are sleeping. Girls are busy watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Willy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wonka&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; has decided to go to the Mickey and Minnie Not So Scary Halloween Party as Johnny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt; as Willy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wonka&lt;/span&gt;.   His costume is like this (he even has the hat and hair!)  I'm excited he has decided to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388853736985995106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SskN7COWJ2I/AAAAAAAABk0/os5bZryxA84/s400/Willy_Wonka-resin-statue_L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think people might think he's the Mad Hatter (I will be Alice), which is funny because Johnny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt; is playing the Mad Hatter in an upcoming movie of Alice in Wonderland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing good or fun or funny happening here except I'm cooking... which is weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6560344258355574909?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6560344258355574909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6560344258355574909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6560344258355574909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6560344258355574909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/10/rainy-sunday.html' title='Rainy Sunday'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SskN7COWJ2I/AAAAAAAABk0/os5bZryxA84/s72-c/Willy_Wonka-resin-statue_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-342660386365993496</id><published>2009-09-27T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:59:04.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Use Code Word'/><title type='text'>It's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Low grade fever, coughing. I can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;send&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; to school tomorrow and I have an important planning session tomorrow. I'm going to try out the sick child care center tomorrow. It is around $20 and the only kids are kid that are running low grade fever but not well enough to go to school. Sick sickies won't be there. They have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RN's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LPN's&lt;/span&gt; watching the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I can handle that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice Grammy Grandpa visit today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 more days and I have clothes in bags, but not packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready to drag out suitcases so I can pack and unpack and repack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the girls outfits are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matchingish&lt;/span&gt;. OK, matching. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; does not dig the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matchy&lt;/span&gt; girls, but that's the whole reason I had 2 girls.  Here are a few samples.  It's been so much fun for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386346647771586306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SsAlvPGKnwI/AAAAAAAABkk/4F0b9XvIKKE/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let the words &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WDW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;escape&lt;/span&gt; my mouth yesterday. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; heard it, was excited, and was wanting to know when. We played it off like it would take a year to save up. She said, "Kinda like the Great Wolf Lodge?" Uh, yeah. Kinda like that sugar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-342660386365993496?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/342660386365993496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=342660386365993496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/342660386365993496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/342660386365993496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/09/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SsAlvPGKnwI/AAAAAAAABkk/4F0b9XvIKKE/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7623240113840101639</id><published>2009-09-25T06:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:31:36.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good morning'/><title type='text'>Friday, I've Waited Too Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.magicalkingdoms.com/timers/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="magicalkingdoms.com Ticker" src="http://www.magicalkingdoms.com/timers/tickers/ou7v09w9yw25hjml.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^That says 2 weeks and 1 Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The count down is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please to tell me more about shipping stuff. I'd like to ship our costumes for MMNSHP! Do I ship it to the hotel? Do I need to contact the hotel or my awesome travel agent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get ready for work. I'm a rock star today- there will be pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7623240113840101639?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7623240113840101639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7623240113840101639' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7623240113840101639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7623240113840101639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/09/friday-ive-waited-too-long.html' title='Friday, I&apos;ve Waited Too Long'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8413760958712023517</id><published>2009-09-24T18:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:20:18.015-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Tired'/><title type='text'>Can I Go to Bed Now?</title><content type='html'>No. I cannot. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; has a client that is opening a wine and dessert bar. Date night! I can't believe I've been awake since 2. It is surreal. I'm going to be wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a catastrophic start to the morning. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; has a responsibility egg. They were to take care of their eggs and write stories about the activities they did with their egg. Wednesday was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, not so much. Mini Me slept in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLM's&lt;/span&gt; room in a "sleeping bag" aka sock. Beverly darted into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLM's&lt;/span&gt; room this morning and ate Mini Me. There was a meltdown of astronomical proportions. It was super sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WDW&lt;/span&gt; suggestions. I put all of the Magic Hours on my blackberry, plus dining reservations, locations, and confirmation numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a complete insomniac and have been for years.   I didn't take my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ambien&lt;/span&gt; last night.   I took a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Unisom&lt;/span&gt; instead (same ingredient as Tylenol PM).  Does &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; for me.  Tonight will be an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ambien&lt;/span&gt; night.  I will love it.  It will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt; and I can't wait for bath and bed time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8413760958712023517?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8413760958712023517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8413760958712023517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8413760958712023517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8413760958712023517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/09/can-i-go-to-bed-now.html' title='Can I Go to Bed Now?'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-55326198442289114</id><published>2009-09-24T04:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:22:27.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomnia'/><title type='text'>What Not To Do</title><content type='html'>When you wake up at 2am, don't make a mental list of the things not to forget to do before you leave town the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend you didn't wake up and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you'll start packing for Disney World in your head. I have packed our carry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;on's&lt;/span&gt; in my head. I can't forget to pack the bags with sleep attire and fresh undies. We won't arrive in Orlando until 9pm. We're taking the Magical Express, so we won't get our luggage until who knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to pack next day clothing, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I forget which dining reservations are where and what time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I forget to pack the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MMNSCHP&lt;/span&gt; tickets? My costume! What if it isn't ironed? How will I pack &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLM's&lt;/span&gt; Snow White hoop skirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I can't forget now that I've typed it out. But, it is 4am. Been awake since 2. Not looking like anymore sleep will happen tonight. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; has been following me around since about 2:45. I got in bed with her. I patted her down, I rocked her. I couldn't sleep. I patted more. I got up. The dogs got up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; got back up. Dogs are snoring, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; is on the couch. I'm annoyed with myself. I made a CD. I downloaded music. I got on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-55326198442289114?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/55326198442289114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=55326198442289114' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/55326198442289114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/55326198442289114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/09/what-not-to-do.html' title='What Not To Do'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-2242193845867329784</id><published>2009-09-23T20:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:29:59.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WDW Surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Me Rollin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princess Treat'/><title type='text'>They Got Mail</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LM's&lt;/span&gt; got mail today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each received a large &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;manila&lt;/span&gt; envelope with a letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Princess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your royal behavior&lt;br /&gt;Will earn you a treat&lt;br /&gt;Keep being good&lt;br /&gt;Keep being sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This special gift&lt;br /&gt;is a reminder for you&lt;br /&gt;that princesses bow&lt;br /&gt;and they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curtsy&lt;/span&gt;, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be a good girl&lt;br /&gt;Always do your chores&lt;br /&gt;the Princess Treat&lt;br /&gt;is soon to be yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The envelope also contained a felt jewelry box shaped like a crown and inside was a necklace in the shape of a crown. They are to wear those to remind them to be good girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They have NO clue what this means. They just know they got mail. At this point, I'm more excited than they are. I think I forgot my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lexapro&lt;/span&gt; today, because when I started thinking about reading the actual letter that they will open on the day of the trip I almost started crying. I will probably cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the kind of childhood that I had- magical, memorable, special, and fun. Mimi and Papa always made me feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Numero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt; (they are still good at this.) I think I have every right to be over the top in order to pay it forward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took a little testy test drive today of my new-to-be car. She looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384848348858596130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SrrTCwsQuyI/AAAAAAAABj0/GjHZVXqWzhY/s400/new+ride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I deserve this princess treat! It just needs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blingy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; plate on the front and a vanity plate on the back. I'm not seriously car shopping until April. I have to have something to look forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-2242193845867329784?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/2242193845867329784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=2242193845867329784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/2242193845867329784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/2242193845867329784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/09/they-got-mail.html' title='They Got Mail'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SrrTCwsQuyI/AAAAAAAABj0/GjHZVXqWzhY/s72-c/new+ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-4569353254996896437</id><published>2009-09-22T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:54:23.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tooty Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Today I Was...</title><content type='html'>That lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that walks out of the restroom with her dress hiked up into her girdle. I went to the ladies room at work, did my thing, scrubbed my hands with boiling hot water (I'm '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fraid&lt;/span&gt; of the germs), brushed my teeth (good dental &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hygiene&lt;/span&gt; is important), boiled my hands again and sashayed into the office. With my dress hiked up my backside into my suck-em-ins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; in the office, showing her my shoes... probably did a spin move. She said, "uh, Holly. Your dress is tucked up in your underwear." We laughed. Our Asses. Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully for me, the bathroom is right across the hall. Thankfully for me, no one saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; easy. Maybe if toilet paper was trailing out or a :::gag to even say it::: feminine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hygiene&lt;/span&gt; product was showing.... but underwear/girdle.... nah! Too funny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number three, I hate dress clothing. Number four, I hate wearing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; casual. I hate wearing jeans. I'd rather wear a suit. This sounds weird, but I much prefer my size 12 petite pants (no girding required because they don't need sucking in), knee high hose, and a comfortable dress shirt with cute shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going with this? I have a biz-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; event at work on Friday. I'm required to wear jeans. I don't DO JEANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I don't have a shirt to wear with jeans. I loathe buying work clothes I won't ever wear again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-4569353254996896437?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/4569353254996896437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=4569353254996896437' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/4569353254996896437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/4569353254996896437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/09/today-i-was.html' title='Today I Was...'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-1241174693171570030</id><published>2009-09-20T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:40:40.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now I&apos;m Worn Out'/><title type='text'>Tooty Ta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qULd3d_gDCg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qULd3d_gDCg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done the Tooty Ta with your kids? I promise you will LAUGH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started feeling better, way over did it.... and now I need my bed. I have a horrible headache and feel like I have been run over. BUT my floors are clean and my laundry is done and clean sheets grace my bed. I just have to talk DDL into unloading/loading the dishwasher. I think he'll be game for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a little par-tay up in here this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/9i9ug5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty Nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/33afix5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neighbor BFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2yxljq8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BFF from Church&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2r7634l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BLM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/282keig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLM is not a nail polish girl and had to be coaxed into this whole thing.  Thankfully, for her, the Red Raven fingernail polish came right off in the bath tub.  I saw it, didn't realize it was the peels of Red Raven and hurried her right out of there thinking it was some kind of SOMETHING that needed scrubbing with bleach.&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/356165264588357920-1241174693171570030?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/1241174693171570030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=1241174693171570030' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1241174693171570030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1241174693171570030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/09/tooty-ta.html' title='Tooty Ta'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/9i9ug5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5618543598789279985</id><published>2009-09-17T20:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:26:48.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor Kanye'/><title type='text'>Imma Let You Finish</title><content type='html'>Did you catch Survivor? If you didn't- don't read anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That short guy (from Houston) sure is a douche. I can't believe he did all of that. I have decided he is a hemorrhoid. I hope Foa Foa gets that guy figured out. I was all mad when he was talking about making a dumb girl alliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of douche bag- let's talk about Kanye. I love his music. I didn't get to watch him on the VMA's but he really, well, there are really no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/iyhp1s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So0o, my creativity for blogging is so stale I'm stealing Imma Kanye's off of the web.  That's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a terrible sore throat, but made good chili and cornbread.   Off to bed sooner than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5618543598789279985?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5618543598789279985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5618543598789279985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5618543598789279985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5618543598789279985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/09/imma-let-you-finish.html' title='Imma Let You Finish'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/iyhp1s_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-4815562421557767007</id><published>2009-09-03T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:26:46.245-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown'/><title type='text'>Aye Can't WAIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And I can't believe that I have kept my mouth shut for this long about the trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WDW&lt;/span&gt;! I'm getting super excited about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed our room type on Monday. I found our that our hotel has Pirate Themed rooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377431264279355778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SqB5PndzYYI/AAAAAAAABjE/wVoIgnaJ8IU/s400/pirate+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls won't sleep at all!  These beds look like pirate ships, and the furniture looks like old barrels.  The carpet looks like planks of wood.  Our parents room will adjoin ours, which will be fun for the girls.  They can roam from room to room, spending the night with whoever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were there in October 07.  I was at a work conference, so I didn't get to participate in full days of Disney.  I feel like a little kid, I'm so excited.  At the time I went, I was off of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lexapro&lt;/span&gt;.  I cried while I was at the conference thinking about missing out on the faces of my girls as they saw the things that I loved so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were there we bought the Disney Soundtrack.  We listen to the Haunted Mansion song over and over again.  Little little calls it "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paunted&lt;/span&gt; House" and we talk about how she fell asleep during it and the next time she wasn't afraid of it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TMJ&lt;/span&gt; is doing a lot better.  I have been able to eat.  I have not had many flair ups at all.  I did have one today (and now) but it hasn't been nearly as bad as it was.  I think my head gear is working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have not had one significant headache so far this week and it is Thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-4815562421557767007?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/4815562421557767007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=4815562421557767007' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/4815562421557767007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/4815562421557767007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/09/aye-cant-wait.html' title='Aye Can&apos;t WAIT!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SqB5PndzYYI/AAAAAAAABjE/wVoIgnaJ8IU/s72-c/pirate+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8331171375350020254</id><published>2009-08-30T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:19:39.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor Cookie'/><title type='text'>Newborn Babydoll Mauled by Black Lab Puppy</title><content type='html'>IN MY OWN BACKYARD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little little left her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;babydoll&lt;/span&gt; (Cookie) in the back yard last night (what kind of a mother does that???)  Beverly the Beast chewed her whole hand off.  I didn't notice it this morning when I found Cookie face down on the hard patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up in her new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;premie&lt;/span&gt; outfit that I just bought her.  I put her inside on the couch to dry off a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Little came home and found Cookie had been gnawed on.  She told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bebs&lt;/span&gt; that she was a bad dog.  Then she laughed about it.  I later found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bebs&lt;/span&gt; gnawing a little bit more on the plastic nub that was previously Cookie's hand.  We'll have to find a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;babydoll&lt;/span&gt;.  It's too traumatizing to look at Cookie without a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been engrossed with New Moon.  I finished it today and then thanked the Dear Lord Baby Jesus that I had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;insightful&lt;/span&gt; enough to pick up Eclipse before I finished reading New Moon.  I love Edward.  I would like to be a Cullen too.  I don't understand why we need Jacob in this mixture.  Let's just bite Bella and get on with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8331171375350020254?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8331171375350020254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8331171375350020254' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8331171375350020254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8331171375350020254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/08/newborn-babydoll-mauled-by-black-lab.html' title='Newborn Babydoll Mauled by Black Lab Puppy'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-1809759215417332450</id><published>2009-08-24T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:36:52.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Grills'/><title type='text'>This is a Confession:</title><content type='html'>I have been watching Toddler's and Tiara's. It makes me want to put a girl or two in a pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to do the full on glitz stuff where there is spray tans, extensions, eyelashes, make up that looks like a 22 year old, French Mani-Pedi. I wouldn't do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I found one that is a natural pageant that takes off points for the above stated. It isn't too pricey and I think the girls might enjoy it one time.  They don't discourage glitz dresses, but they prefer a more "little girl" look.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally NOT the pageant/stage mom type. I listen to Tupac and Audioslave. I like beer and cursing makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this crazy? I'm crazy. But it would give me something to look forward to in March and get me through the dreaded Nov, Dec, Jan, Feb months. I have to have something to look forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373693535658254178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SpMxzLS5H2I/AAAAAAAABi8/oo5lIr4R6Jg/s400/Girls+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are winners to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-1809759215417332450?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/1809759215417332450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=1809759215417332450' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1809759215417332450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1809759215417332450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/08/this-is-confession.html' title='This is a Confession:'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SpMxzLS5H2I/AAAAAAAABi8/oo5lIr4R6Jg/s72-c/Girls+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5609924697005571938</id><published>2009-08-23T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:50:32.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Save Me from NFL'/><title type='text'>Dish Network</title><content type='html'>We are new subscribers to Dish. It was installed yesterday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; has not turned the TV from the NFL network since. I think he is monitoring it full time in case it should go out or experience any interruptions in service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't figured it out yet. All I need is A&amp;amp;E, TLC, and Lifetime (for Karen &amp;amp; Jack reruns AKA Will &amp;amp; Grace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not figured out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;.  I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; Intervention and Toddlers &amp;amp; Tiara's.  Some small people would like for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; other things like Yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm willing to do so, but I don't know what channel it comes on.  I have to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; to get his ass off the NFL network to help me.  WHAT WAS I THINKING???  Say goodbye to the Husband for the next, oh, football season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have some cutie pie pictures tomorrow of our Saturday photo shoot and the church picnic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5609924697005571938?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5609924697005571938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5609924697005571938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5609924697005571938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5609924697005571938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/08/dish-network.html' title='Dish Network'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7331829018339419024</id><published>2009-08-18T21:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:25:51.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Funs'/><title type='text'>BLM's 7th Birthdaze</title><content type='html'>When you come from a land that glorifies the child, you don't just have a birthDAY... you have birthDAYS. We've talked about it before, why should it be any different with my girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke down like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes at summer program.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise Party at home with family.&lt;br /&gt;Swim Party with Friends&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=95e45c111be7d4a9e0c7f6" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=95e45c111be7d4a9e0c7f6&amp;skin_id=1702&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=95e45c111be7d4a9e0c7f6&amp;skin_id=1702&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/95e45c111be7d4a9e0c7f6/1702.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt4" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slideshow at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over how big she is. She has had a GREAT first two days of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LLM also has had a great time. Even Bebs had some fun eating my wood blinds in my living room. /STAB /STAB /STAB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7331829018339419024?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7331829018339419024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7331829018339419024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7331829018339419024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7331829018339419024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/08/blms-7th-birthdaze.html' title='BLM&apos;s 7th Birthdaze'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-1077107610152418706</id><published>2009-08-13T21:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:34:51.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make it Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun in the Sun'/><title type='text'>What Is That On TV?</title><content type='html'>Football? Already? Wait a minute. Why is FOOTBALL on TV. I have 3 more days to deny that school is starting and 3 more days to pretend that summer isn't going anywhere and fall isn't on its way. After fall is the "w" word, which entails the "T" word followed by the "C" word. Then there is the dreaded months of "J" and "F". I can't do it, I really don't think I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please put me on a cruise ship or an airplane and send me somewhere that I can still sun. It's almost like the summer didn't happen here. I had one headache that has lasted from May-August and I'm just now started to feel better and now school starts Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD there is college football to get me through until January. But Sunday's suck in the winter. Up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; or send me to the tropics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have put together a little photo and video montage to help me make it through those blah's. I share with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="408" height="382" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=9503bce8500b32d5c2aaf8&amp;amp;skin_id=1704&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" salign="LT" wmode="transparent" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; WIDTH: 408px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=9503bce8500b32d5c2aaf8&amp;amp;skin_id=1704&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/9503bce8500b32d5c2aaf8/1704.gif" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt4" target="_blank"&gt;Make an on-line &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it will stay summer-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; (and HOT, like in the 100's like August in Oklahoma is supposed to be) until October!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-1077107610152418706?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/1077107610152418706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=1077107610152418706' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1077107610152418706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1077107610152418706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/08/what-is-that-on-tv.html' title='What Is That On TV?'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-2830983740789333639</id><published>2009-08-09T12:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:56:38.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Code Great Wolf Lodge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WDW Surprise'/><title type='text'>Alice in Wholesomeland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sn8ONGRVZGI/AAAAAAAABic/l5J4MC_rN9A/s1600-h/alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368024899033326690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sn8ONGRVZGI/AAAAAAAABic/l5J4MC_rN9A/s400/alice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the costume I have selected for Mickey &amp;amp; Minnie's Not so Scary Halloween Party. Isn't she a little more Disney than Diva? I think so. I love it much more.   I won't be prancing around The Magic Kingdom in the high heeled black Mary Janes.  I do have some very cute, black, and comfortable shoes to go with this ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have not heard us talk about the trip and I have not mailed there letter.  Cuz I lost it.  I was working on the sparkly envelope one night (painted it with pink glitter glue) and now I can't find any of it.  I hid it from myself.  I am very good at hiding things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I have done is packed a suitcase under my bed (it has a lock) and I have put all of my WDW treasures in there.  I hope to have time this week to drop off some shirts to be embroidered with the LM's names in the Disney font.  In case I forget where those are, I can look here and see that they are in the suitcase under my bed.  Good job me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The code word for talk of the trip is Great Wolf Lodge.  Otherwise we'd never get to talk about it when little ears are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this secret vacation stuff is something I have wanted someone to do for me my whole life.  Just pack me up without me knowing it and tell me where going somewhere and take me to the airport!  I wanted to do this with our first trip to Disney in 07, but I was way too excited.  Now that the BLM is older, she'll really remember this special treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole letter in the mail from the princesses idea came from an online friend, and my Mother in Law wrote the poem.  I can't take the credit for that good stuff, but if anyone ever wants to use the idea for a special something- take it and run with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I want life to be for my little ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-2830983740789333639?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/2830983740789333639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=2830983740789333639' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/2830983740789333639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/2830983740789333639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/08/alice-in-wholesomeland.html' title='Alice in Wholesomeland'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sn8ONGRVZGI/AAAAAAAABic/l5J4MC_rN9A/s72-c/alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-4939665522073336986</id><published>2009-08-05T06:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:26:00.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WDW Surprise'/><title type='text'>A Trip to the Post Office!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SnlpU4cb-aI/AAAAAAAABiU/YA3GMo9aFv8/s1600-h/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366436238458616226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SnlpU4cb-aI/AAAAAAAABiU/YA3GMo9aFv8/s400/disney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't this turn out sweet? I decorated the envelope with pink glitter and I am having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;calligraphy&lt;/span&gt; expert address it to Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; and Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt;. It has been wrapped in pink tissue paper and carefully tucked into the Princess Envelope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will, of course, have a full report on their reaction and what they think this might be. I mentioned a Halloween Princess Party at our house, so they may think this has something to do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have changed my mind on the Alice in Slutland Costume. I have found a more appropriate version that I will share at a later time. It looks a lot less cheap. And by cheap I don't mean hooker. I mean it looks as if it is made better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dogs and I have already been on a walk this morning and it is time to get around and get funky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oooh PS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that my online friend of 3 (maybe more) years is possibly planning a trip to WDW on the dates that we will be there! I might get to meet the Heather Family!!!!! I can't wait to meet the boys (including Mister Heather) and her babies! &lt;strong&gt;Please say YES Mister Heather!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-4939665522073336986?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/4939665522073336986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=4939665522073336986' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/4939665522073336986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/4939665522073336986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/08/trip-to-post-office.html' title='A Trip to the Post Office!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SnlpU4cb-aI/AAAAAAAABiU/YA3GMo9aFv8/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8611088502499573466</id><published>2009-08-02T23:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:01:10.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go Alice'/><title type='text'>Not So Scary Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>Check us out! The girls (Mimi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mamalicious&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt;) are going to the Mickey and Minnie's Not So Scary Halloween Party on the day of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bibbidi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bobbidi&lt;/span&gt; Boutique appointment at the Magic Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be dressed up, get to trick or treat, watch a parade, and see very special fireworks. This planning is probably more fun for me than anything and if you get sick of me talking about it, I am so sorry. We're going to talk about it until October 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a flavor from &lt;a href="http://www.mowineplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;! I will email you tomorrow, sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what has been ordered (even the slippers). They think that they are having a Princess Halloween Party. That's how I got them to tell me their favorite princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt;: (Belle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365588768085336114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SnZmjnSNYDI/AAAAAAAABiE/sUBLHgfiRkw/s400/belle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt;: (Sleeping Beauty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365589018660833106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SnZmyMwEB1I/AAAAAAAABiM/TTSxslf70ds/s400/sleeping+beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mamalicious&lt;/span&gt;: (Alice) Dammit I want to dress up too. This isn't too revealing at all and I won't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wh&lt;/span&gt;0re it Out like I'm going to some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wh&lt;/span&gt;0re Party. I will wear white tights and black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;janes&lt;/span&gt;. I'm looking for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; wig. This was purchased on eBay for $15.00. I am awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365588506982637458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SnZmUameX5I/AAAAAAAABh8/1zoVpRH_uDg/s400/Alice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful weekend!&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/356165264588357920-8611088502499573466?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8611088502499573466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8611088502499573466' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8611088502499573466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8611088502499573466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/08/not-so-scary-halloween-party.html' title='Not So Scary Halloween Party'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SnZmjnSNYDI/AAAAAAAABiE/sUBLHgfiRkw/s72-c/belle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6192198189480105423</id><published>2009-07-30T20:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:55:36.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shhhhhhhhh'/><title type='text'>Secret Secret I've Got a Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; don't you tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mousehousemagic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.mousehousemagic.com/ticker/user_tickers/090729205220i.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are making it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LM's&lt;/span&gt;! They have a poem (written by my Mother in Law) that will arrive in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magical things can happen&lt;br /&gt;When little girls are sweet&lt;br /&gt;When they do their chores&lt;br /&gt;And get along and keep their&lt;br /&gt;rooms all neat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Dollars you will earn&lt;br /&gt;For doing what you should&lt;br /&gt;You will see that it really pays&lt;br /&gt;When little girls are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mind your manners and be nice&lt;br /&gt;Being sweet is worth the price&lt;br /&gt;You'll get a special surprise for doing well&lt;br /&gt;From your favorite princesses&lt;br /&gt;Aurora and Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They have to be good to earn $$'s to spend on Disney Stuff or else we will come home with a suitcase full of STUFF (CRAP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Aurora and Belle will be sending costumes to the hotel for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bibbidi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bobbiti&lt;/span&gt; Boutique. They will also be sending personalized coordinating shirts and outfits to the house, as well as a other treats for getting out of bed on time, going to bed on time, and having Princess-Like behavior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't plan to tell them until we arrive at the airport at Dallas Love. We will tell them we are going to the Great Wolf Lodge until we pull up at the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6192198189480105423?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6192198189480105423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6192198189480105423' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6192198189480105423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6192198189480105423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/07/secret-secret-ive-got-secret.html' title='Secret Secret I&apos;ve Got a Secret'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-337483015604684816</id><published>2009-07-27T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:51:48.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planning'/><title type='text'>Ouch for Monday</title><content type='html'>It arrived with a headache.  I took Ibuprofin at 3:30am.  LLM kicked and talked and wanted me in her bed.  I obliged her but had to draw the line at the midnight kitchen requests.  No can do little chickadee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head hurt.  I went to the chiro for an adjustment and accupuncture; not work.  I went home and had to go to bed.  Felt great when I wake up.  I can't miss 1-2 days of work per week.  That's for crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is rain in the forecast and that makes me nuts.  I just want to relax in the pool in the evenings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a menu plan for the week.  This is bold for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight:  pancakes, bacon, milk (such a hit)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: roast, taters, carrots, shrooms, bread&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  BBQ sands left over&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:  perhaps beans, cornbread, okra, iced tea&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  frozen pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are subject to change, but the thought is a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-337483015604684816?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/337483015604684816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=337483015604684816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/337483015604684816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/337483015604684816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/07/ouch-for-monday.html' title='Ouch for Monday'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5076132644799848729</id><published>2009-07-25T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:31:41.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><title type='text'>Can You Smell It?</title><content type='html'>My house is clean, it is quiet, and there are no little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;momma's&lt;/span&gt; pestering or begging or whining or demanding!  I got a little sunburn on my forehead and I have clean sheets, shaved legs, and fresh PJ's.  That is the makings of a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and myself swam hard today and soaked up lots of sun.  We have been having fun in Mimi and Papa's pool.  They finished their deck, it is huge and goes all the way around the pool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will bring more sun and pool time.  Maybe even some Sunday beers in the afternoon and a nice little beer nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5076132644799848729?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5076132644799848729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5076132644799848729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5076132644799848729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5076132644799848729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/07/can-you-smell-it.html' title='Can You Smell It?'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3507038926822795351</id><published>2009-07-19T11:05:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:20:33.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls in White Dresses with Blue Satin Sashes'/><title type='text'>Just Some Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360203188071588130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNEZmTsYSI/AAAAAAAABgc/mvqOPflFtaw/s400/Ashley%27s+Wedding+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beautiful Flower Girls... The prettiest ever! They enjoyed being dressed up and the semi-center of attention!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360203279041007058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNEe5MfjdI/AAAAAAAABgk/QrJ8yvDE_Sg/s400/Ashley%27s+Wedding+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doing their job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360203387529780242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNElNWO3BI/AAAAAAAABgs/Ul0jpbYls0c/s400/Ashley%27s+Wedding+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proud parents of the pretty girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNFOKCgKOI/AAAAAAAABhc/_tVqkGkjkHg/s1600-h/mommy+and+daddy+ashleys+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360204091016358114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNFOKCgKOI/AAAAAAAABhc/_tVqkGkjkHg/s400/mommy+and+daddy+ashleys+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy's Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNE3u9n5SI/AAAAAAAABhE/fCONCyPNcb8/s1600-h/Ashley"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360203705791014178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNE3u9n5SI/AAAAAAAABhE/fCONCyPNcb8/s400/Ashley%27s+Wedding+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfect evening in Oklahoma for an outdoor wedding and a family picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360203478172938754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNEqfBPsgI/AAAAAAAABg0/ndjLXGb5Bec/s400/Ashley%27s+Wedding+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mommy and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360203835044145810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNE_Qd-KpI/AAAAAAAABhM/mwwj4vQ2UT4/s400/Ashley%27s+Wedding+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashley, the bride. We have been friends since around 1982!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360203562184647634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNEvX_Mo9I/AAAAAAAABg8/UmeUmgU1MMQ/s400/Ashley%27s+Wedding+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time to boogie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360206274354488386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNHNPm4JEI/AAAAAAAABhs/uaCBdujXXdo/s400/Ashley%27s+Wedding+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Randomly thrown in just for fun- my new bedding with an entire assload of pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360204225715631426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNFV_1T9UI/AAAAAAAABhk/6pbiZPtSowc/s400/Ashley%27s+Wedding+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-3507038926822795351?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3507038926822795351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3507038926822795351' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3507038926822795351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3507038926822795351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/07/just-some-girls.html' title='Just Some Girls'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SmNEZmTsYSI/AAAAAAAABgc/mvqOPflFtaw/s72-c/Ashley%27s+Wedding+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3744135141877295672</id><published>2009-07-07T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:33:10.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun in the Sun'/><title type='text'>Bebbie</title><content type='html'>Beverly had her girl surgery today.  DDL took her in.  I called and checked on her this afternoon and she's fine.  I'm sad she has to spend the night.  She probably thinks she's going to have to live there forever.  Dogs don't know if you are ever coming back to get them after they go to that stinky vet place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also got a bit of a limp from playing too hard.  Or growing pains.  I figure it is option Number One because she is wild ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made up my mind.  I'm leaving Okla By God Homa to take up residence where there is white sand, clear water, and all inclusive housing.  This is realistic, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-3744135141877295672?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3744135141877295672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3744135141877295672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3744135141877295672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3744135141877295672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/07/bebbie.html' title='Bebbie'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5802883198869971631</id><published>2009-07-05T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:48:27.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidaze'/><title type='text'>The Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>The Fourth of July is on my list of favorite holidaze.  I don't like winter holidaze.  They are cold and the weather sucks and it just depresses me.  Summer holidaze are my Christmas!  Three of them, each to celebrate the USA and think about the brave men &amp;amp; women who have served and are serving our country.  And beer- there is beer and sun and lake and good food and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much this year.  There was a bit o sun and the day started out great!  The girls and I swam, then went to the fireworks stand (which I have not been to in more than 10 years) and purchased snakes, smoke bombs, big ass sparklers, and best of all- chicken butts.  You know- you light them and colored eggs come out of their butts.  Just the phrase 'chicken butt' sort of makes me giggle inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we came home for a rest/nap because we knew we were going to be up late for the fireworks at the park.  We went to Mimi's for our cook out, and all of the sudden had to bring it inside because nature decided to have her own fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came a big 'en (that's what we call a big thunderstorm).   I love thunderstorms, but I was hoping it would pass through by fireworks time.  It did not.  I was hopeful that they would reschedule for tonight but......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to rain and thunder.  Hopefully it will pass through and the sun will come out and it will be so steamy we can't breathe.  THAT's the July I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are depressed.  Daisy has been with us for 3 days and she misses her parents (my parents).  She won't eat.   She knows something is up (they moved).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm going to scrub this house and do the massive amount of laundry that has piled up over the week.  Maybe, just maybe---- there will be a nap involved if the rain sticks in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5802883198869971631?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5802883198869971631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5802883198869971631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5802883198869971631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5802883198869971631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='The Fourth of July'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-884841542982541976</id><published>2009-07-03T22:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:12:56.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Injury Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ailments'/><title type='text'>The Toe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sk7G8OT0gFI/AAAAAAAABfc/hJCXU07HLVI/s1600-h/Broken+Toe+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354435744925778002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sk7G8OT0gFI/AAAAAAAABfc/hJCXU07HLVI/s400/Broken+Toe+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sk7G3Q4jTII/AAAAAAAABfU/LvLJgo-aD5Y/s1600-h/Broken+Toe+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354435659717364866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sk7G3Q4jTII/AAAAAAAABfU/LvLJgo-aD5Y/s400/Broken+Toe+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe she's broken. She hurts like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunuvubitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While helping Mimi and Papa move today, I decided to take a swim in the pool. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LM's&lt;/span&gt; were in the water and I wanted to impress them with my cannonball skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did achieve a fairly decent cannonball, but I landed on this toe. I wasn't mindful of the fact that the pool is not deep enough for adult &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cannonballing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just add this to my list of injuries and ailments (Helen is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt;' it on my lip). I've had Daria, daily headaches, and a host of anxiety issues that we won't even go into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-884841542982541976?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/884841542982541976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=884841542982541976' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/884841542982541976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/884841542982541976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/07/toe.html' title='The Toe'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sk7G8OT0gFI/AAAAAAAABfc/hJCXU07HLVI/s72-c/Broken+Toe+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6416845608974373019</id><published>2009-07-01T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:40:30.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMJ'/><title type='text'>OH HELEN</title><content type='html'>You stupid herpes simplex 10.  Why did you jump up on my lip today without warning?  I was in the middle of teaching class and BAM you were there.... full blown.   No warning tickle, no nothing.  I am offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been one long headache and jawache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing a craniofacial specialist in July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6416845608974373019?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6416845608974373019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6416845608974373019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6416845608974373019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6416845608974373019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/07/oh-helen.html' title='OH HELEN'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-1205242292565371151</id><published>2009-06-26T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:59:39.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun in the Sun'/><title type='text'>Post Vacation Bummer</title><content type='html'>Feel free to watch or skip our 89 vacation photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="312" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=901bdab57c3f1af0d02057&amp;amp;skin_id=801&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; WIDTH: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=901bdab57c3f1af0d02057&amp;amp;skin_id=801&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/901bdab57c3f1af0d02057/801.gif" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun time and I have money saving tips to share. Just leave me a comment if you want to know more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-1205242292565371151?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/1205242292565371151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=1205242292565371151' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1205242292565371151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1205242292565371151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/post-vacation-bummer.html' title='Post Vacation Bummer'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7765071956362240917</id><published>2009-06-26T15:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:02:50.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a Lazy Turd'/><title type='text'>So Tired</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why, but I am so lazy today that I shouldn't even have ever gotten out of bed. I have no food in the house, no Diet Dr. Pepper, a pile of laundry, and have not even showered. Yeah. It's like almost 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hotter than hell here. It wasn't even this hot in Mexico. And even if it was there was a pool or an ocean to get in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Mexico, after we swam with the dolphins I noticed that I had small itchy bumps all over my body. I spent the rest of my time chugging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; and scratching. Thankfully, it was just my ankles and inside of my arms. The itch is gone thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this why I'm tired?? It honestly took me two vacation days to unclench my jaw and relax. Two full days. I should have stayed a few extra days to make up for those, don't you think? This was the last day and as you can see I had relaxed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351743462447539026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SkU2Uwg0Y1I/AAAAAAAABfE/-jgSNLAZqtk/s320/pool+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how I am going to entertain kids this evening. I better find some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7765071956362240917?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7765071956362240917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7765071956362240917' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7765071956362240917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7765071956362240917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/so-tired.html' title='So Tired'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SkU2Uwg0Y1I/AAAAAAAABfE/-jgSNLAZqtk/s72-c/pool+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6919140302124962397</id><published>2009-06-25T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:35:58.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>I've Been Home for Four Hours</title><content type='html'>And I've changed a poop in the big girl panties and picked up two piles of dog puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the house was clean when we got home and clean sheets are waiting for me.  I still need to finish unpacking, laundry, and get our pictures uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fantastic time.  We swam with dolphins, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parasailed&lt;/span&gt;, massage on the beach, ate like it was going out of style, and drank like college kids.  OK.  Responsible college kids because we drank during the day and were in bed by, oh, 10:30pm.  It was heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort was beautiful.  It was around 40% occupied, which meant great service and plenty of room to roam around.  The activity staff was fun and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to share more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6919140302124962397?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6919140302124962397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6919140302124962397' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6919140302124962397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6919140302124962397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/ive-been-home-for-four-hours.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Home for Four Hours'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3129687021390831708</id><published>2009-06-20T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:14:45.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Soup for You'/><title type='text'>Vacation Report Day 2</title><content type='html'>We are at the Grand Sunset Princess on the pool balcony.  It is beautiful, the room is right by the swim up bar.   We just take a short water journey there and back with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bevs&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; has chosen the Corona, and try as I might- I just can't like the Mexican &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cerveza&lt;/span&gt;.  So, it's lime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;daiquiri's&lt;/span&gt; for me.  They are very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food has been good, the hotel is huge and we've been relaxing.  That's what we came today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not posting pictures.  No time, must get back to sun and relaxation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-3129687021390831708?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3129687021390831708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3129687021390831708' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3129687021390831708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3129687021390831708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/vacation-report-day-2.html' title='Vacation Report Day 2'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7383129047077559436</id><published>2009-06-18T07:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:20:23.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trippy'/><title type='text'>Live @ 7:19am CST</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything to share today except that I'm in the car on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; blog.   I will be keeping you posted with pictures and tales of good times from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Playa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt; Carmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; are with their Mimi and Papa.  The dogs will also go over this evening- they are quite busy today excavating in the back yard.  They like to dig close to the house for their cool spots.  I even put a baby pool out for Beverly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7383129047077559436?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7383129047077559436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7383129047077559436' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7383129047077559436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7383129047077559436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/live-719am-cst.html' title='Live @ 7:19am CST'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-9001108701988770448</id><published>2009-06-16T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:57:04.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls girls girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister contest'/><title type='text'>The Sister Contest Gets Ugly</title><content type='html'>We have a normal sister competition that goes on daily.  Mainly, they compete in who gets to turn on the TV, who gets their hair fixed first, who gets to turn off the TV, and who gets out of the bath tub first.  I'm an only child, but I've come to the conclusion that the Sister Contest is normal.  I also expect it to get worse at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, the girls were waiting on their room service (chicken, corn on the cob).  The Little Little Momma took a small eraser (one of the colorful ones that was shaped like a damn unicorn or something) that belonged to the Big Little Momma.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; took a bite and bit the eraser in half.  This pissed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; off Big Time.  She threw the eraser at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; and hit her in the head with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hell broke loose.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; had a meltdown that needed an ice pack (not a scratch on her but she still needed an ice pack). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; didn't even get scolded.  She ran to me crying and begging me to ground her (?) because she was such a bad girl.  Total come apart.  Ran to her room- crying- snotting -the whole 9 yards.    SHIT!  I didn't even say anything other than, "what happened?" and this is what I got!  Slobbering and hysterics (God Bless this child, she is SO like me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally everyone apologized and hugged and kissed.  I explained that sisters sometimes fight and told her a story about Mimi stabbing her sister with a fork when they were little.  I hope she doesn't think about stabbing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; with a fork, but the story made her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ass busy day at work.  More of it tomorrow!  The day will fly by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-9001108701988770448?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/9001108701988770448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=9001108701988770448' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/9001108701988770448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/9001108701988770448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/sister-contest-gets-ugly.html' title='The Sister Contest Gets Ugly'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6013148479181118068</id><published>2009-06-14T22:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:03:19.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pillows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Pools'/><title type='text'>Do What?</title><content type='html'>Been doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-vacation rituals again. Tonight- on the computer looking at pictures and reading reviews from Trip &lt;a href="http://tripadvisor.com/"&gt;Advisor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading message boards/forums and I found one for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Playa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt; Carmen and the hotel we are staying. Some folks are saying that if you give the front desk clerk a $20 handshake, you could get an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this about? What would I say? "Senor, can you see if there are any possibilities of an upgrade?" Or should I say, "Senor, can you see if you have any possibilities of a free upgrade-- I am on my 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary trip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know how this works. As much as I love the idea of walking out to my pool... the Platinum Suites has a jacuzzi on the balcony. PLUS room service, concierge service **hey, my turn!), a private pool just for the Platinum Suites guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the weekend painting with Mimi. We are rock stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check my form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347393262581088450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SjXB1zJ2gMI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dWXL5ZboDWQ/s400/painting+pro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The only thing is, I forgot to point my toes. Pointed toes is a key factor in how good your painting efforts will come out. The color is called Chocolate Sparkle by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Behr&lt;/span&gt;. It is rich! &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; and I took the girls swimming this afternoon at the public pool. Um. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Uhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. How do I put this in a nice way? It is not our scene. Sorry. Thankfully, Mimi and Papa's pool should get started next week. Thank God. We always got to swim at the Country Club pool when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; was the Manager. That was a super perk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stifled my cleaning urges. I couldn't stifle my packing, and I wanted to try out my space saver bags. So, I chose to pack my bathing suits and cover ups. Those bag work! I can for sure take my pillows with me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6013148479181118068?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6013148479181118068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6013148479181118068' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6013148479181118068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6013148479181118068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/do-what.html' title='Do What?'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SjXB1zJ2gMI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dWXL5ZboDWQ/s72-c/painting+pro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-996678286868128135</id><published>2009-06-13T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:49:31.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watch Yourself'/><title type='text'>DANGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SjOuYHYNF8I/AAAAAAAABeI/wHWpbwpVL0Y/s1600-h/dangerous.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346808911939573698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SjOuYHYNF8I/AAAAAAAABeI/wHWpbwpVL0Y/s400/dangerous.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SjOuMnHpGDI/AAAAAAAABeA/w6fWruxUVxk/s1600-h/dangerous.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-996678286868128135?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/996678286868128135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=996678286868128135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/996678286868128135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/996678286868128135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/danger.html' title='DANGER'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SjOuYHYNF8I/AAAAAAAABeI/wHWpbwpVL0Y/s72-c/dangerous.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5421732201559125349</id><published>2009-06-12T17:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:44:30.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice Makes Perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pillows'/><title type='text'>Everytime</title><content type='html'>Every.Stinking.Time I get ready to go on vacation, I get a urinary tract infection.  What is the deal?  I wonder if my over-stimulated and over-active mind plays a part in causing this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside of my mind, I have packed and unpacked and repacked my bags a few times.  It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-vacation ritual for me.  I have to pack it and unpack it and repack it again just to make sure I am maximizing my space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've purchased some of those airtight bags that are supposed to compress your clothing so you can pack more.  I'm thinking of packing my own pillows.   Is that a good idea?  Or can you take pillows on the airplane?  That would be even better.   I should do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-practice practice pack.  Then I can do a practice practice pack, then a practice pack and by then I'll be ready to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the pillows, they are 10 years old.  Don't you judge me.  I love them and I can't find any like them.  They are not replaceable, but don't worry- I will never let you sleep with them.  I don't let the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LLM's&lt;/span&gt; sleep with them nor does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; get to sleep with them.  They are the flattest featheriest floppy pillows.  I can't go without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  Pack them or carry on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5421732201559125349?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5421732201559125349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5421732201559125349' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5421732201559125349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5421732201559125349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/everytime.html' title='Everytime'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3565879651453171194</id><published>2009-06-10T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:48:19.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunker Down'/><title type='text'>Debris on the Ground</title><content type='html'>We had a real toad-strangler this afternoon. The sky turned black, the power went out a few times, and the wind whipped around like crazy. I thought when I left work I was going to encounter big debris and massive destruction. It was loud and there was lots of lightening (and heavy rain!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the debris in my yard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345880644167093426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SjBiH0c3TLI/AAAAAAAABds/ML6TxdN4CiE/s320/Debris+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345880733279707554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SjBiNAa94aI/AAAAAAAABd0/oTLDSM7gS9Q/s320/Debris+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the storm is headed your way, I hope the debris trail is just as mild.&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/356165264588357920-3565879651453171194?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3565879651453171194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3565879651453171194' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3565879651453171194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3565879651453171194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/debris-on-ground.html' title='Debris on the Ground'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SjBiH0c3TLI/AAAAAAAABds/ML6TxdN4CiE/s72-c/Debris+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-587223953681428955</id><published>2009-06-08T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:48:37.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need Vacation'/><title type='text'>AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our trip got re-arranged for us AGAIN! I got an email saying that our hotel was closed and we had been moved to the sister hotel with the same room. I'm trying to find out if we will still have a pool suite, but I have yet to get that question answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345138591962030434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Si2_Oskg4WI/AAAAAAAABdk/3RATGWbOf_4/s320/pool-bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a photo of the pool bar.  I will concentrate on that for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-587223953681428955?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/587223953681428955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=587223953681428955' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/587223953681428955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/587223953681428955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/again.html' title='AGAIN!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Si2_Oskg4WI/AAAAAAAABdk/3RATGWbOf_4/s72-c/pool-bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3352547770623139174</id><published>2009-06-07T18:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:56:06.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Time'/><title type='text'>The Girls Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hard Core Party Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SixQp9-JGaI/AAAAAAAABc0/5B3LmWU2qAg/s1600-h/Girls+Night+June+09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344735539722000802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SixQp9-JGaI/AAAAAAAABc0/5B3LmWU2qAg/s320/Girls+Night+June+09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, a girls night! Special friends and relaxing times. It was totally low key and relaxing, exactly what this Momma needed. We had some Beverlies at On The Border. Slimberly and Sasha have been my girlfriends since, oh, 1980. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344736001143841138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SixRE05roXI/AAAAAAAABc8/IOWnhiI70iA/s320/Girls+Night+June+09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Sasha's around the ungodly late hour of 9ish? Mom's Gone Wild! We enjoyed a few more Beverlies and went to bed a the late late hour of 12:55!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344736529049434498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SixRjjgLuYI/AAAAAAAABdE/ypStPzvgOrA/s320/Girls+Night+June+09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been in serious working on my fitness lately. Do not think that 4-5 beverlies stopped me, either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344736816142335746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SixR0RAdvwI/AAAAAAAABdM/dNkQTtpQGaM/s320/Girls+Night+June+09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yes, those are "Gongles" and they help your fitness. It's the new craze. What? You haven't heard about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344737078784968514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SixSDjbWR0I/AAAAAAAABdU/MHx3wV3ZkTM/s320/Girls+Night+June+09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing "gongles" and carrying a pumpkin full of Easter Eggs (plastic, mkay) can tone your biceps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344737490025884418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SixSbfa0qwI/AAAAAAAABdc/YqhzJoMDcf8/s320/Girls+Night+June+09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when you have exhausted your bod from the extrasize with the gongles, you can just chillax on the couch with one or two more beers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun ladies! I can't wait to do it again!&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/356165264588357920-3352547770623139174?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3352547770623139174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3352547770623139174' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3352547770623139174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3352547770623139174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/girls-night.html' title='The Girls Night'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SixQp9-JGaI/AAAAAAAABc0/5B3LmWU2qAg/s72-c/Girls+Night+June+09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-972849380018080267</id><published>2009-06-05T06:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:29:51.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fab Friday Feelings'/><title type='text'>My Purse Needs a Purse</title><content type='html'>How do you know when you have too much stuff in your purse?  That's when your purse needs a purse of its own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; bag just as much as the next girl, but sometimes it slips off of my non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt; shoulders.  I have this problem with bra's, too.  I can't wear a bra because the straps slip off and I'm yanking all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong- I do wear a bra, the girls are not "free balling" it all day long.  I just wear a too-tight sports bra.  The straps don't fall off, the girls stay lifted, a little cleave magic is made, and I don't spend the day yanking at a stupid bra strap.  Nor do I feel the gouge of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;underwire&lt;/span&gt;.  I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;underwire&lt;/span&gt; and I hate padded bras.  I understand the purpose of a padded bra, but why can't they make a padded sports bra?  If this exists, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear the sports bra to sleep in, too, just in case you didn't know.  As stated earlier, I do not allow the ladies to "free ball".  As a mother, I feel that it is OK to admit this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning is beautiful today, I woke up without fighting with my alarm clock, and I did not have to play musical beds last night with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt;.   I even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;extrasized&lt;/span&gt; this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the rest o my day AND yours is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-972849380018080267?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/972849380018080267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=972849380018080267' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/972849380018080267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/972849380018080267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/my-purse-needs-purse.html' title='My Purse Needs a Purse'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-1923762203704032721</id><published>2009-06-04T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:01:12.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do Not Want'/><title type='text'>Please to Read</title><content type='html'>Ty Wilsone's Fun With Craigslist post entitled &lt;a href="http://funwithcraigslist.wordpress.com/2009/05/13/do-not-want/#comment-163"&gt;Do Not Want&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I cannot entertain with my own thinkings.  I am too busy reading Ty Wilsone's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-1923762203704032721?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/1923762203704032721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=1923762203704032721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1923762203704032721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1923762203704032721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/please-to-read.html' title='Please to Read'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5437864309702883680</id><published>2009-06-02T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:10:08.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing Out Loud'/><title type='text'>Fun With Craigslist</title><content type='html'>A new feature to use in my tool box of things to chase away sadz. I haven't had any sadz as of late, but I have laughed my ASS OFF at this blog: &lt;a href="http://funwithcraigslist.wordpress.com/"&gt;Fun With Craigslist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blogger contacts people via email and engages them in hysterical conversation. Craigslist is FUNNY and I just found out today? How rude of people to not point this out to me earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a sample from the blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to Chief Frosty Drink" href="http://funwithcraigslist.wordpress.com/2009/04/25/chief-frosty-drink/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Chief Frosty Drink&lt;/a&gt;April 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda vending machines FOR SALE – $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to: ***** Date: 2009-04-23, 3:01PM PDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs a little work but it holds cans good for five selection i used it for my boys room its 65 cent machine so you can charge your friends a drink .. i did its a great piggy bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funwithcraigslist.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/sodamachine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342932496839279154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiXozDz_AjI/AAAAAAAABck/BLxSVlokAzA/s320/frosty+chief.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How many cans can it hold? Can you use beer? Can you adjust how much it costs for a drink? Do you think it would look good with a native American warrior airbrushed on the front?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and has anyone famous ever used this???&lt;br /&gt;Thanks – very interested!&lt;br /&gt;Namaste,&lt;br /&gt;Ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it can hold over 120 cans it .. as long as the can is a 12oz can then beer or what ever you want will work.no one famous owned it ..it is possible to change out the cost of the can but you have to order the parts for the machine to do it .. if you personalized it . it would be authentic air bushed or what ever you want….&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;How informative, I suppose it would be “authentic air brushed” or whatever I want. I’m sold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funwithcraigslist.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/sodamachineimproved.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342933109856570530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiXpWvesjKI/AAAAAAAABcs/v9ir550Bo1I/s320/native+american+vending.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, I’d almost actually consider buying this.&lt;br /&gt;Namaste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://funwithcraigslist.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/sodamachine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5437864309702883680?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5437864309702883680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5437864309702883680' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5437864309702883680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5437864309702883680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/fun-with-craigslist.html' title='Fun With Craigslist'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiXozDz_AjI/AAAAAAAABck/BLxSVlokAzA/s72-c/frosty+chief.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7954642681940638606</id><published>2009-06-01T18:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:40:31.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Always the Party Girl'/><title type='text'>How to Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiRmyXBbg9I/AAAAAAAABb0/LJN7mKt_xx8/s1600-h/my+birfday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508073327756242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiRmyXBbg9I/AAAAAAAABb0/LJN7mKt_xx8/s320/my+birfday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh your ASS OFF while reading "Stuff on My Cat" sent to me by one &lt;a href="http://lacysturtle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lacy Panties&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342511714321320754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiRqGSx8SzI/AAAAAAAABb8/gpSU0fSzTsU/s320/boat+ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Enjoy some time on the boat with your best girlfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342511829895838178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiRqNBVDeeI/AAAAAAAABcE/J2t_-YZMdeA/s320/my+birfday+smore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eat two smores and two burnt to a crisp marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342511948138434482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiRqT50ST7I/AAAAAAAABcM/a0ZoaAuwzMA/s320/smores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheers to Marshmallows in the Raw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342513131683888274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiRrYy3gvJI/AAAAAAAABcc/6Upf_YOHg-U/s320/three+girls+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay up as late as you can! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342512092304441298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiRqcS4I_9I/AAAAAAAABcU/a-PnthLMCxM/s320/daddy+at+lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Make sure Daddylicious is there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good Birthday- check!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7954642681940638606?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7954642681940638606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7954642681940638606' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7954642681940638606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7954642681940638606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/06/how-to-party.html' title='How to Party'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SiRmyXBbg9I/AAAAAAAABb0/LJN7mKt_xx8/s72-c/my+birfday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5276870761107383468</id><published>2009-05-29T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:30:26.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Good Life'/><title type='text'>My New Dance</title><content type='html'>I purchased a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pilates&lt;/span&gt; DVD that came with resistance bands last weekend.   I just got around to trying it out on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; walked in the room where I was doing my moves and she said, "I like your new dances Momma."  She is so handy to have around.  She gives out compliments on shoes, earrings, dances, AND kisses.  Plus she makes everyone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday both girls did the moves with me.  This made it a little trickier since they wanted me to watch their moves ("Hey Momma Look at Me" and "Momma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wook&lt;/span&gt;!")  The little one got on the couch and landed on my head with all 30 pounds of herself and I had to banish them to the playroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sore today.  But it feels good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Super Sweet Thirty Five!  I have the day off, and I've cleaned a bit and I'm sitting in my recliner having coffee.  I'm going to finish up the cleaning and have a sweet nap.   These are the exciting things that I choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mimilish&lt;/span&gt; and Papa have bought a house in our neighborhood!  I'm so extra very excited!  They are putting in a pool and we can have night swimming, night swimming with beer, after work swimming, after work swimming with beer... they will be about a block and a half away.  I can let the girls and the dogs out of the front door and they can just meander on over!  (Kidding, I won't let them roam free for quite a few more years.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the neighborhood I grew up in (well, one of them... my favorite) and I'm so excited that my girls will have the sames.  We even have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; just down the street (The Good Neighbor Girl).   Good Neighbor Girl has twin siblings that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LLM's&lt;/span&gt; age.  I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5276870761107383468?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5276870761107383468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5276870761107383468' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5276870761107383468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5276870761107383468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/my-new-dance.html' title='My New Dance'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7989643884254813696</id><published>2009-05-27T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:10:11.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Revenge'/><title type='text'>The BLM</title><content type='html'>Is an odd little bird.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; dropped her off at her summer program today and Mr. Gary asked her what room she wanted to go to (God Bless Him).  She went into the room she went into yesterday that she had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; over.  Uh, OK.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like every other thing- what happens at summer program stays at summer program.  I don't know the names of her playmates.  I was lucky to get out of her what she had for lunch and the fact that they went to the movies today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rebooted overnight and am just fine with my new trip plans.  In order to revenge myself of the insult of yesterday, I booked a sweet ass room at the Grand Hyatt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DFW&lt;/span&gt;.  Yeah.  The hotel is inside of the airport.  We just walk down stairs, check in and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt;.  Done.  That's super worth the price when you have a 7am international flight that you have to check in 3 hours before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7989643884254813696?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7989643884254813696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7989643884254813696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7989643884254813696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7989643884254813696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/blm.html' title='The BLM'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-1738622469981827214</id><published>2009-05-26T20:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:05:38.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Over It'/><title type='text'>Distapointing Day</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Distapointing&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; speak for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; started her summer program today.  We pumped it up all spring long, talking about her friends and how she would spend time with them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; took her to summer school today to find out that she is in the little kid room, NOT with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said she bawled.  I don't blame her.  Had I been there, I would have cried, too.  I am going to beg and cry to the director of the program to switch her over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did have a good day- they went to the zoo in that HUGE bus.  Tomorrow is movie day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;distapointing&lt;/span&gt; day, too.  I had to change our vacation AGAIN.  It cost me more money than I want to rehash.  Same hotel, same # of nights, but it wasn't my original plan and when I don't have my original plan I get all bent out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what my day consisted of was stress over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BLM's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;distapointment&lt;/span&gt; and my change of plans disorder and I came home with a vicious headache.  I'm better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-1738622469981827214?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/1738622469981827214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=1738622469981827214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1738622469981827214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1738622469981827214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/distapointing-day.html' title='Distapointing Day'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6284507031696839179</id><published>2009-05-20T19:05:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:29:15.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer Whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Say Vodka'/><title type='text'>You Say Potato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSfgB_wZmI/AAAAAAAABa8/kKCXJ73KzPM/s1600-h/shallow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338066830981359202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSfgB_wZmI/AAAAAAAABa8/kKCXJ73KzPM/s320/shallow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338066976840202338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSfohXNuGI/AAAAAAAABbE/r70rviTMEuU/s320/jack+and+karen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSfZKSvrtI/AAAAAAAABa0/aP7PfScr98Q/s1600-h/karen+pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338066712949403346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSfZKSvrtI/AAAAAAAABa0/aP7PfScr98Q/s320/karen+pills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSfP128vwI/AAAAAAAABas/rYG3ESXcZaY/s1600-h/karen+pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338066552845287170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSfP128vwI/AAAAAAAABas/rYG3ESXcZaY/s320/karen+pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSfEEw-kTI/AAAAAAAABak/LSz0yXwRPKY/s1600-h/take+my+top+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338066350688342322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSfEEw-kTI/AAAAAAAABak/LSz0yXwRPKY/s320/take+my+top+off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSe_D1pf5I/AAAAAAAABac/PpW_jxdQx7w/s1600-h/happy+karen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338066264540151698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSe_D1pf5I/AAAAAAAABac/PpW_jxdQx7w/s320/happy+karen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Formal Announcement: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will not be going privacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I have too much to say and I like saying it. I'm not afraid to say it, either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; said that Fifty said, "Go ahead and switch the style up, and if they hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So- throw your hands up in the sky, grab your favorite Beverly and read on. Because of all of the wonderful comments people have left for me on my blog and on that other place and emails- I feel totally loved. I am humbled by it, honestly. It has made me smile and made me feel very cared for. Thank you for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6284507031696839179?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6284507031696839179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6284507031696839179' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6284507031696839179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6284507031696839179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/you-say-potato.html' title='You Say Potato'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShSfgB_wZmI/AAAAAAAABa8/kKCXJ73KzPM/s72-c/shallow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7481216008528045983</id><published>2009-05-18T23:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:50:10.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Can&apos;t Wait'/><title type='text'>Happy Happy Joy Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShI6cOWRsDI/AAAAAAAABaU/hUQXacAh4EE/s1600-h/pool+suite+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337392764949737522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShI6cOWRsDI/AAAAAAAABaU/hUQXacAh4EE/s320/pool+suite+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I got a wild hair up my ass and decided that I wanted to stay on vacation longer. I really want to be there ON our anniversary date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called the travel agent. After a few moments of hold time, I found out I could book the two extra nights with no penalty and they would OWE ME $17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had the happiest day! I love planning and getting ready for a trip. It is just as much fun as vacation. We are making ONE plan. We are going to do a dolphin swim. Other than that we are going to be lazy slugs who flap over to the swim up bar, take booze naps, and relax in the sweet sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working in town all week with fun projects to work on and half a day off on Friday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7481216008528045983?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7481216008528045983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7481216008528045983' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7481216008528045983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7481216008528045983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy Happy Joy Joy!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShI6cOWRsDI/AAAAAAAABaU/hUQXacAh4EE/s72-c/pool+suite+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-81374132728884510</id><published>2009-05-17T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:15:39.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countown to Clean Closets'/><title type='text'>Miracle on Willowbrook Street</title><content type='html'>I had a crazy notion today!  I cleaned out 3 closets and one chest of drawers!  None of them were mine, but I'm happy to say that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; has a summer lake wardrobe and a daycare wardrobe.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; has a summer lake wardrobe and a big kid cool school wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; and I will coordinate our time to tackle our mess of a closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to die and to have people see messy closets and drawers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-81374132728884510?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/81374132728884510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=81374132728884510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/81374132728884510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/81374132728884510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/miracle-on-willowbrook-street.html' title='Miracle on Willowbrook Street'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8018667608437084942</id><published>2009-05-17T11:52:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:31:29.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Hope You Laugh'/><title type='text'>Crazy People 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBF43AYNUI/AAAAAAAABZ8/3cx5C3EEkhw/s1600-h/Blake+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336842401574565186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBF43AYNUI/AAAAAAAABZ8/3cx5C3EEkhw/s320/Blake+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Little Momma in a Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBDbcJ4w6I/AAAAAAAABZ0/JKUaHohIKCk/s1600-h/Blake+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336839697127228322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBDbcJ4w6I/AAAAAAAABZ0/JKUaHohIKCk/s320/Blake+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama and LLM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBCjf-CcVI/AAAAAAAABZs/3Bv4UELWdwI/s1600-h/Blake+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336838736078598482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBCjf-CcVI/AAAAAAAABZs/3Bv4UELWdwI/s320/Blake+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly at Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBB0XyewVI/AAAAAAAABZk/4xn7HYN_OUc/s1600-h/Blake+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336837926428787026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBB0XyewVI/AAAAAAAABZk/4xn7HYN_OUc/s320/Blake+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lounging Dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336843844860013890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBHM3qcbUI/AAAAAAAABaE/OMy7FoS_Hvo/s320/Blake+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my friend B.  My work friend M taught me how to take self photos that make me look crazy! Thanks, M!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336845772567399538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBI9E7szHI/AAAAAAAABaM/9ANiYwkuRR8/s320/Blake+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8018667608437084942?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8018667608437084942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8018667608437084942' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8018667608437084942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8018667608437084942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/crazy-people-2.html' title='Crazy People 2'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ShBF43AYNUI/AAAAAAAABZ8/3cx5C3EEkhw/s72-c/Blake+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-1064054408215781203</id><published>2009-05-14T06:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:18:28.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Won&apos;t Help if You Whine'/><title type='text'>You Can't Always Get What You Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymlNZh0Zw70&amp;amp;hl=" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Show your kids this video from Yo Gabba Gabba. You will be rewarded with a cool song you can sing to them when they ask you for stuff all of the time PLUS Jack Black is wearing the DJ Lance outfit and, "It really fits!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-1064054408215781203?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/1064054408215781203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=1064054408215781203' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1064054408215781203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1064054408215781203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/ygg.html' title='You Can&apos;t Always Get What You Want'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5927745476163589648</id><published>2009-05-09T20:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:40:28.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>Top Notch</title><content type='html'>Here is the proud Student of the Year! She was proud of her medal, and couldn't believe she won the Student of the Year. She wore her medal to school for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334002556156469618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SgYvEGa7YXI/AAAAAAAABYc/LXEwK6iCU8w/s400/JOM+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334002720380098866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SgYvNqM5GTI/AAAAAAAABYk/LcjUwqkfIF4/s400/JOM+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lil Momma won something, too! A door prize! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334002967331840322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SgYvcCKxoUI/AAAAAAAABYs/RWs7a94xwS8/s400/JOM+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last, a picture of how big our Beverly has grown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334003742823817026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SgYwJLGeH0I/AAAAAAAABY0/FQzbOmG1LxE/s400/Beverly+19+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She looks huge!  She is full of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5927745476163589648?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5927745476163589648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5927745476163589648' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5927745476163589648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5927745476163589648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/top-notch.html' title='Top Notch'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SgYvEGa7YXI/AAAAAAAABYc/LXEwK6iCU8w/s72-c/JOM+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-815605318041140746</id><published>2009-05-06T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:01:12.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momkini'/><title type='text'>I Quit</title><content type='html'>Last night, after the Student of the Year Awards Ceremony- I came home to a filthy house, homework, hyper kids, and more laundry than I could shake a stick at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my computer and went to my room with my beer and decided that I wanted to quit.  I wanted to quit my job.  I wanted to quit my kids.  I wanted to quit being a wife.  I just wanted to stay in the bed with the dog forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remembered that I had forgotton to take my crazy medication.  DUH.  Skip a dose of that and I am wallowing in the self pity for NO reason.  I got upset with DDL because he left a sucker stick in my car.  It isn't like my car is clean.  It isn't as if there have not been a thousand sucker sticks in my car.  I had forgotton my crazy medication and the sticky sucker stick pissed me off like he had committed a major error.  Lord, how he lives with me.... I do not know.  How he managed to live with an unmedicated me.... I double do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new Mom Swimming Costumes in the mail today from Lands End.  One is really cute and not all that mom-ish.  One is a tankini that is sort of mom-ish for those days when I'm feeling bloated.  I got it on clearance for $12.  I forgot to order bottoms for it, so I guess I will go without bikini bottoms when I wear that one.  It should draw some attention to me.  That will be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-815605318041140746?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/815605318041140746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=815605318041140746' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/815605318041140746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/815605318041140746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/i-quit.html' title='I Quit'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8865177085291448467</id><published>2009-05-04T17:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:35:24.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yay for the Big Bus'/><title type='text'>We Got In!</title><content type='html'>I got up at 5am this morning to get in line to get the BLM into a really great summer program for school age kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got in line at 6:15 and was #8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is their mode of travel when they go on field trips this summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332100602082439410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sf9tPzXFMPI/AAAAAAAABYU/2Fz2xPJYUNo/s400/bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of her besties are going to the same program. We are all very excited because the program is $75 a week and they get to go on all sorts of trips. The other option was $125 a week daycare (boring, watch movies all day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8865177085291448467?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8865177085291448467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8865177085291448467' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8865177085291448467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8865177085291448467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/05/we-got-in.html' title='We Got In!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sf9tPzXFMPI/AAAAAAAABYU/2Fz2xPJYUNo/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-9169277167640731003</id><published>2009-04-30T03:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:41:09.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wide Awake'/><title type='text'>Boycott The News</title><content type='html'>Just stop!  Don't watch it.  People are hysterical, the media loves it.  That's all I will say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;becase&lt;/span&gt; 3am is technically Thursday), my co worker Mel and I had the time of our lives!  We drove I 35 South in torrential rain and one bout of hail.  We had to pull over twice.  Mel was driving, Praise the Lord, because I would have turned right around and gone home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conducted my class and we went back home in the same pouring rain as we did on the way there.  I don't suppose that Semi Trucks can detect rain and 50 MPH winds?  They go 80 MPH, whipping right around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't handle travel conditions like that very well.  I'm mentally fragile.  I was worn out by the time I got home.  I had a flair up of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TMJ&lt;/span&gt; from clenching and being a nervous passenger.  I parked myself on the recliner with a cold pack over my eyes and had a muscle relaxer as my evening meal.  I was asleep at 7, which left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; to do everything for the girls.  I stayed comatose in the recliner until 10.  It felt damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, around 2, we had a big thunder clap that shook the whole house and I have been awake ever since.  I'm having rebound anxiety from spending four nervous hours in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for you, Mel.  You did an awesome job driving and we should look into the 4 hours of comp time due to mental duress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-9169277167640731003?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/9169277167640731003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=9169277167640731003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/9169277167640731003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/9169277167640731003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/boycott-news.html' title='Boycott The News'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7148669034454453341</id><published>2009-04-28T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:51:14.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EWWWW'/><title type='text'>What What!</title><content type='html'>I've got a Student of the Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I'm so proud of that girl!  I got a phone call today from the director of the Johnson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;O'Malley&lt;/span&gt; program (for Native American students), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; is top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JOM&lt;/span&gt; Student of the Year in her grade!  There will be a special awards ceremony next week, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; DON'T TELL HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep any and all news about the swine flu away from me.  I can't handle it.  I found a tick crawling on my neck earlier and I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skeeved&lt;/span&gt; out I had to take a hot bath and look myself over for bugs that might disguise themselves as a mole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7148669034454453341?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7148669034454453341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7148669034454453341' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7148669034454453341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7148669034454453341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/what-what.html' title='What What!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5434171837618208391</id><published>2009-04-28T05:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:31:28.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parental Defiant Disorder- We Haz It'/><title type='text'>Wild Things</title><content type='html'>Are all creatures wild on Monday evenings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they passing out crack at elementary school again?  Shoot, I think they're even handing it out at daycare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt; WILD yesterday.  It wasn't so much of a happy-wild, either.  At times, it was, but primarily it was demanding (common) and the small one was totally defiant.  I am sure it is because we, as parents, spend more time with one another and less time feeding their demands (uh, not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is the end-of-school/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Springitis&lt;/span&gt; that gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;holt&lt;/span&gt; of them?  I remember those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; will be in a summer program at the tribe with her New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Sarah.  Enrollment is on May 3rd and they only take the first 75 kids.  Don't think Momma won't be there at 4am, lined up in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; chair with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; Keg of Coffee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5434171837618208391?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5434171837618208391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5434171837618208391' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5434171837618208391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5434171837618208391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/wild-things.html' title='Wild Things'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-36714994068153567</id><published>2009-04-25T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:41:01.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make it Stop'/><title type='text'>And Again I Wonder</title><content type='html'>Why they wake up early on Saturday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to shake them (not literally) out of bed on school days  but they wake up bright and early on Saturday and Sunday?  And they wake up with demands and commands, they can't just BE QUIET while I make and drink coffee.  They have to be loud and rowdy and demanding and I can't get anything right.  One wants peanut butter bread for breakfast, one wants cereal, and then the peanut butter kid wants cereal after seeing the cereal kid has cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is rainy out today and I am not too happy about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-36714994068153567?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/36714994068153567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=36714994068153567' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/36714994068153567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/36714994068153567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/and-again-i-wonder.html' title='And Again I Wonder'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-84190958556196168</id><published>2009-04-23T19:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:01:55.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Spoils of the Day'/><title type='text'>Today Was A Good Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SfEM5vv1FYI/AAAAAAAABYI/jeVTIQt4CnU/s1600-h/no+teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328054020365161858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SfEM5vv1FYI/AAAAAAAABYI/jeVTIQt4CnU/s400/no+teeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Little Momma did great today. Here is the play by play: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She woke up and as she was getting dressed she told me that she didn't really like Computer Class day because she was tired of the same games. So I told her that she wasn't going to school because she was spending the day with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her that we were going to the dentist for a check up. She started crying, and I told her that the dentist was going to look at all of her teeth and see if they needed to come out or not. I promised her it wouldn't hurt and that we would give her some medication to make her not scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we got to the dental office, she was fine but very quiet. Once the medication kicked in she was happy, laughing, pointing at the TV, being silly, and feeling very good! They gave her some happy gas. She didn't feel or notice the shots, nor did she feel or notice the removal of 3 teeth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was wobbly when I got her home. I put her in bed with me and she pointed at the ceiling and told me there were bugs and pictures and that she was on a roller coaster. I finally talked her into closing her eyes and promised her that she would feel back to normal when she woke up. We took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loooooong&lt;/span&gt; nap. She was great and excited when she woke. She couldn't wait to tell Daddy, Mimi, Papa, Grammy, Grandpa, and all of her friends and teachers at school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following that, we went for ice cream. She ate one bite. Then we were on our way for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pedi's&lt;/span&gt; and she said she was hungry. She wanted to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; and I took her (DON'T YOU JUDGE ME)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we got our toes/nails did. We also picked out a new My Little Pony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-84190958556196168?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/84190958556196168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=84190958556196168' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/84190958556196168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/84190958556196168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/today-was-good-day.html' title='Today Was A Good Day!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SfEM5vv1FYI/AAAAAAAABYI/jeVTIQt4CnU/s72-c/no+teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8721664930126403362</id><published>2009-04-22T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:45:58.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear Factor'/><title type='text'>It's Going to Be Angry</title><content type='html'>Perhaps you recall our teeth woes with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt;.  She has two baby teeth (top two) that need to come out.  The baby teeth have no roots and the grown up teeth are poised and ready to move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Little hates the dentist.  She gets hysterical.  She cries every time we talk about wiggling teeth and losing teeth or going to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has an appointment tomorrow to get them removed so the grown up teeth can move on in.  She does not want her baby teeth gone because she won't be a baby anymore.  How heartbreaking is that?  I just feel so horrid about what is going to take place tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling her until in the morning, and even then I'm only telling her she has a check up and that we are going to give her medication to make her relax so that she is not afraid.  When she wakes up to two front teeth being gone- I AM AFRAID.  I'm afraid she isn't going to trust me.  I'm afraid she's going to be angry with her mother.  But, I don't know if I should tell her because I don't want to ruin her whole night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't she be excited to lose teeth like most kids? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be day of Princess Treatment Deluxe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8721664930126403362?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8721664930126403362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8721664930126403362' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8721664930126403362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8721664930126403362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/its-going-to-be-angry.html' title='It&apos;s Going to Be Angry'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3038394748858374452</id><published>2009-04-20T19:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:11:34.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>Uninhabitable Living Quarters</title><content type='html'>This is just unreal. How can anyone expect to live this way? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LLM's&lt;/span&gt; DVD player is not working. Do you know what this means? The girls have to pick a room and whichever room is selected we have to take the DVD player to that room. They never pick the same room 2 nights in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life should not be so complex for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt;. If the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; could make a list, it would be like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Come home, play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Eat dinner (not things like roast, like tonight, YUK).&lt;br /&gt;3) Play outside.&lt;br /&gt;4) Bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Snack + TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Make other requisitions for things like water, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt;, baby, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Get out of bed at least one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the way the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LLM's&lt;/span&gt; room is looking right now. I'm still hunting for more pillow shams, bolsters, and cream colored sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326944451825604130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Se0bwW1NliI/AAAAAAAABXo/3GZ0Xciwb8w/s400/April+20+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And the girls had a nice weekend playing Ballerina Princess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326945153854493426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Se0cZOF8UvI/AAAAAAAABXw/dL4Koh_YJSc/s400/April+20+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326945359496169122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Se0clMKvRqI/AAAAAAAABYA/TqXsxzxHx4U/s400/April+20+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-3038394748858374452?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3038394748858374452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3038394748858374452' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3038394748858374452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3038394748858374452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/uninhabitable-living-quarters.html' title='Uninhabitable Living Quarters'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Se0bwW1NliI/AAAAAAAABXo/3GZ0Xciwb8w/s72-c/April+20+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6831364833856807552</id><published>2009-04-17T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:13:06.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Hurts'/><title type='text'>You Know That Massage?</title><content type='html'>The one we talked about yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am so sore from it that I feel worse than I did before I got it.   I totally told massage lady to NOT give me a deep tissue massage.  While it didn't feel bad at the time, it sure hurts like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mutha&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a massage for my massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to the dentist yesterday and found out that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TMJ&lt;/span&gt;/bite is causing most of my headaches.  I have an appointment in May to get it fixed.  My dentist wouldn't give me a muscle relaxer, and I almost cried right there in the chair.  He told me to take some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alieve&lt;/span&gt;.  Dude.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alieve&lt;/span&gt; is like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MnM&lt;/span&gt; to me.  I need high powered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.  Double what you would give a normal person, to be honest.  I have a high med tolerance.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alieve&lt;/span&gt;.  Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6831364833856807552?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6831364833856807552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6831364833856807552' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6831364833856807552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6831364833856807552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/you-know-that-massage.html' title='You Know That Massage?'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5276007947607305000</id><published>2009-04-15T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:51:30.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need Vacation'/><title type='text'>Massage, Please</title><content type='html'>I really, really need one.  I have knots in my shoulders and my jaw pulses with pain from being tense.  Thankfully, I see Dr. Dentist tomorrow to get him to check my night guard.  I am going to beg for some muscle relaxers to take when it flairs up.  It happens maybe one time a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel a lot for work, so that gives me an hour and a half (at least) to think of all the things I could be doing except for driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is keeping me busy and motivated and I love it.  I've just been working so hard at working hard and trying to bring value to the team.  I need bosses to know that I'm a pretty big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I call for a massage tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5276007947607305000?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5276007947607305000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5276007947607305000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5276007947607305000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5276007947607305000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/massage-please.html' title='Massage, Please'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-877247449465799434</id><published>2009-04-15T06:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:27:24.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Whammy&apos;s No Whammy&apos;s STOP'/><title type='text'>Two Times</title><content type='html'>Everything I did yesterday, I had to do two times.  It was annoying.  Work sucked and I didn't like yesterday AT ALL so today is going to be much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left work bag in personal car.  Didn't know it until I got in work car.  Had to go back and get it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgot gas receipt at gas pump for work car.  Had to go back and get it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgot that I parked work car in the parking lot after getting gas and forgetting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receipt&lt;/span&gt;.  I walked all the way to pump #2 and wondered where my work car was before I recalled that I had pulled up in front of the store.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgot badge in personal car.  Had to go back and get it to get in to the building.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;At home, it didn't get much better.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; acted like homework was a HUGE undertaking.  Drama was made.  She was sent to her room with the threat of no TV if she acted like that again.  Tears were involved.   In the end, homework was completed in a polite manner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; climbed on top of the kitchen table.  When I asked her to get down she just looked at me.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; antagonized Beverly (who was outside) from the inside of the house.  She caused Beverly to get in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;troubs&lt;/span&gt; over jumping on the window and the doors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see if I can get ready and get to work on time today.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/356165264588357920-877247449465799434?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/877247449465799434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=877247449465799434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/877247449465799434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/877247449465799434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/two-times.html' title='Two Times'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8734179308898615302</id><published>2009-04-13T20:26:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:51:12.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Daze'/><title type='text'>You Are Forced</title><content type='html'>To view pictures of our Easter Extravaganza. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started on Friday with the class Easter Party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324352711268478866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SePmlM4Lr5I/AAAAAAAABWE/EDql9aUOY3c/s400/Easter+Preview+09+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; had to get in on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLM's&lt;/span&gt; class photo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; thought that I should yank her outta there. I was not brave enough to do so, and I dared him to do it. He said no way. So you have this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324353444494984082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SePnP4XAQ5I/AAAAAAAABWM/RIHjI3tc7nE/s400/Easter+Preview+09+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scurried to Tyson Brown's photography studio for bunny pictures. Those are not ready for viewing yet, but I assure you that I will force them upon you as soon as I am able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, we scurried to the lake. There was plenty of time to play outside. I got a great picture of Daisy. She is very beautiful. Even just as beautiful on the inside. I love this girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355262441307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SePo5svLvNI/AAAAAAAABWc/KrPua3polyg/s400/Easter+Preview+09+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We did our egg dying at the lake house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324354672834928178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SePoXYSEXjI/AAAAAAAABWU/D4TaH-5v9pE/s400/Easter+Preview+09+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we hunted eggs on Saturday because it poured down rain Easter morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355562730335602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SePpLLZqrXI/AAAAAAAABWo/Q2CiQ0A5Z0s/s400/Easter+Preview+09+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Girls at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356460256147474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SePp_a8fuBI/AAAAAAAABW4/424vuhP2E6A/s400/April+66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356847208177986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SePqV8dDIUI/AAAAAAAABXA/AOC78p415R4/s400/april+74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324357031947038930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SePqgsqOcNI/AAAAAAAABXI/m-EQ90ZLLWM/s400/April+75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curse you, tiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Butterfinger&lt;/span&gt; chocolate Easter eggs!  I hate you so hard.  You're just so tiny and tasty and you make me feel like I'm not doing anything wrong.  But my bloated gut tells me otherwise!  Oh, that and I today was the first time I did any physical activity in 3 weeks.  Shame on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing I love about Easter... means to me that we are getting close to you-know-what time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8734179308898615302?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8734179308898615302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8734179308898615302' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8734179308898615302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8734179308898615302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/you-are-forced.html' title='You Are Forced'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SePmlM4Lr5I/AAAAAAAABWE/EDql9aUOY3c/s72-c/Easter+Preview+09+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5471052909750122726</id><published>2009-04-13T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:23:12.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Bev&apos;s Eye View'/><title type='text'>Ice Cold!</title><content type='html'>Beverly is slick.  She has her own blog.  She wants to call it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glog&lt;/span&gt; (you know, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goggie&lt;/span&gt;), but I told her that people would make fun of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her link is to the right if you want to check her words out.  She's new to this stuff, so it's pretty rough.  I think she has potential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5471052909750122726?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5471052909750122726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5471052909750122726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5471052909750122726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5471052909750122726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/ice-cold.html' title='Ice Cold!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-1551761503637790618</id><published>2009-04-11T22:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:32:27.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Said See Ya Later In Yo Butt'/><title type='text'>For Slim &amp; Sasha</title><content type='html'>And for anyone else who remembers this album and this classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I was really grouchy all day until I remembered and enjoyed this song. It doesn't have anything to do with the Easter Bunny. Just FYI... in case you thought that the retro picture of Eddie Murphy *might* indicate that Easter is involved. It's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642493615594898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SeFgpF8h3ZI/AAAAAAAABU4/7mX4itjaSHE/s400/eddie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4le6Zr86ojs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, las- the Ice Cream Skit for those of you who need to laugh today because sometimes holidaze are stressful with family and someone might cry over a broken egg or something:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gnj0vkgPW8c&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Easter fun.  It is pouring rain here.  Momma is "fixin" to go get all fixed up for church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-1551761503637790618?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/1551761503637790618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=1551761503637790618' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1551761503637790618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1551761503637790618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/for-slim-sasha.html' title='For Slim &amp; Sasha'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SeFgpF8h3ZI/AAAAAAAABU4/7mX4itjaSHE/s72-c/eddie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-1412060889001361673</id><published>2009-04-07T18:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:07:37.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>Sooper Dooper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; has been dry &lt;strong&gt;all day&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a little bit of sad with this- my baby. Getting all big girl on me. I didn't think it would happen. I mean, I knew it would happen but I am selfish and I want my baby to be a baby. As a matter of fact, I slept in her bed last night and hugged her up. She's so busy during the day- there is no time for the Momma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lovins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322102887263332994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdvoYNVpaoI/AAAAAAAABUo/B4tHoiRW9RU/s320/feeding+kennedi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I am fixed and I don't want any more kids, but I could really use a baby to swaddle, pat, and love on. I never wanted to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; down, and I almost never did. I'm so glad that I savored those middle of the night feedings while they lasted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322103459647503218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sdvo5hoqu3I/AAAAAAAABUw/imU7PrcSVg0/s320/kennedi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what about this sweet thing? Look at those legs. I want to snack on them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; has grown an inch and a half in the past month. Pants- an inch and a half too sort. And the weather won't make up it's mind and I can't justify buying new pants right now. Besides- if I bought her a 7, they would fall off her snake hips. She is so beautiful and sweet and loves her sister so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What did I do to get so lucky?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other less sappy news, I diagnosed myself with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt; this morning. I felt it hit me at 9. By 10, I had called my doctor's office to go tinkle in a cup. Guess what? I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why they don't give me an Rx pad. I'm **this close** to being a doctor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Srsly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday is Good Friday- a day off for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; has an Easter Party with an egg hunt, followed by a photo shoot by &lt;a href="http://www.tysonbrownphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tyson&lt;/a&gt; Brown Photography.  Real Live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bunneh's&lt;/span&gt; will be involved. He is very talented and I encourage all of you in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aduh&lt;/span&gt; area to give him a try. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-1412060889001361673?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/1412060889001361673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=1412060889001361673' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1412060889001361673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/1412060889001361673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/sooper-dooper.html' title='Sooper Dooper!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdvoYNVpaoI/AAAAAAAABUo/B4tHoiRW9RU/s72-c/feeding+kennedi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-3912115586993078737</id><published>2009-04-06T19:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:08:58.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Not Like A Regular Mom I&apos;m A Cool Mom'/><title type='text'>Total Nimrod</title><content type='html'>I messed up my schedule at work and ended up having to teach a class that I had not taught in 4 years. Thankfully, only 5 people had to suffer. I left feeling bad for them, but they were so gracious and kind and understanding. They were probably cursing me on the inside. I probably would have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; has been going pp in the potty, #2 in the potty, and asking to potty. Suckers and Skittles (&lt;a href="http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/01/un-cappy-hampers.html"&gt;OH MAH GAH TWO TREATS IN ONE DAY&lt;/a&gt;) has been helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt; had accidents in the house yesterday. There must be some trick to PT a puppy and a person at once, right? Can I google that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone seen the Yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt; episode with Jack Black? He does an awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dancy&lt;/span&gt; Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321747611021545298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdqlQaM5D1I/AAAAAAAABUI/ZKL999CyjyE/s400/yo+gabba.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321747835307608034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sdqlddu2x-I/AAAAAAAABUQ/kdZZqQPRiAU/s400/jack_black240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321747946569500578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sdqlj8Nwh6I/AAAAAAAABUY/--BJwsA3ipk/s400/ygg_dj_jack_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dancy&lt;/span&gt; Dancing a lot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;. Mainly to the song Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas. This will be me when the girls are in high school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321748139826078594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdqlvMJt44I/AAAAAAAABUg/pV02r1C7dX4/s400/meangirls17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-3912115586993078737?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/3912115586993078737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=3912115586993078737' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3912115586993078737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/3912115586993078737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/total-nimrod.html' title='Total Nimrod'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdqlQaM5D1I/AAAAAAAABUI/ZKL999CyjyE/s72-c/yo+gabba.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6059263281107574639</id><published>2009-04-03T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:53:28.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can&apos;t Nobody Hold Me Down'/><title type='text'>Serious Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/view.aspx?ciid=3850180"&gt;&lt;img height="255" alt="funny pictures" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2009/4/3/128832868224880570.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;moar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Serious Mother thing didn't last long. I woke the girls up by telling them in a robot voice to get up that this was Serious Mother and Mother said to get up and potty and brush teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments of Serious Mother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; told me.... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OKAAAY&lt;/span&gt;! You can be as WEIRD AS YOU WANT." I told her no, that I didn't want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; her so I would just be a serious Mother and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. She didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got in the car, we were back to our normal weirdness and we listened to Beck on the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/view.aspx?ciid=3850240"&gt;&lt;img height="293" alt="funny pictures" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2009/4/3/128832872697823070.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moar &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6059263281107574639?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6059263281107574639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6059263281107574639' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6059263281107574639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6059263281107574639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/serious-mother.html' title='Serious Mother'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8745922740402600929</id><published>2009-04-02T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:15:02.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes Bev is Still in my Bed'/><title type='text'>Taste of the Lake</title><content type='html'>The girls and I got a nice little lake flavor this morning!  My dad has a Jeep Wrangler that stays at the lake for the summer.  We winter it in our storage building so the rats don't chew threw the wires and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whatnots&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, they brought the Jeep to my garage.  I put the girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carseats&lt;/span&gt; in it last night and we cruised to school on a Jeep Ride.  The girls are normally singing and talkative, but they were just as quiet as could be soaking it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; told me to, "Stop being so weird."  What's she talking about?  Is it my random songs?  My made up words?  My impromptu dancing?  All I said was, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PANNNNNTY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HOOOOSE&lt;/span&gt; Pant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Panty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HOOOOSE&lt;/span&gt;."  Weird?  Huh?  What does she want me to do?  Wear a straight serious face?  She told me she just wanted me to be a "regular mom and cook dinner and stuff."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; kinda fun is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try the serious mom act on her tomorrow.  I'll let you know how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8745922740402600929?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8745922740402600929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8745922740402600929' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8745922740402600929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8745922740402600929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/taste-of-lake.html' title='Taste of the Lake'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-996243790205967369</id><published>2009-04-01T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:24:29.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ECU Daze'/><title type='text'>I Love College</title><content type='html'>Have ya'll heard this song?  It's by Asher Roth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally going back to college so I can go to a party where they're playing this song.  I really think I could still pass for a college chick- so long as I keep my clothes on and that's NOT a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-996243790205967369?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/996243790205967369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=996243790205967369' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/996243790205967369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/996243790205967369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/04/i-love-college.html' title='I Love College'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8310478800719415413</id><published>2009-03-31T21:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:49:33.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mammarazzi Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>Take Some Time for the Cute</title><content type='html'>Soak in some spring cuteness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVdHmoaYI/AAAAAAAABTI/QxZfXtm1rB8/s1600-h/Easter+Preview+09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319548806111979906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVdHmoaYI/AAAAAAAABTI/QxZfXtm1rB8/s400/Easter+Preview+09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVWxvR5MI/AAAAAAAABTA/GCA5V2HksII/s1600-h/Easter+Preview+09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319548697163457730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVWxvR5MI/AAAAAAAABTA/GCA5V2HksII/s400/Easter+Preview+09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVRXDkfeI/AAAAAAAABS4/qqyjOJc3agQ/s1600-h/Easter+Preview+09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319548604101459426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVRXDkfeI/AAAAAAAABS4/qqyjOJc3agQ/s400/Easter+Preview+09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVL75v_mI/AAAAAAAABSw/JYgo-UYr0sU/s1600-h/Easter+Preview+09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319548510913166946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVL75v_mI/AAAAAAAABSw/JYgo-UYr0sU/s400/Easter+Preview+09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVGzegykI/AAAAAAAABSo/K9XPIQPSKHM/s1600-h/Easter+Preview+09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319548422752094786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVGzegykI/AAAAAAAABSo/K9XPIQPSKHM/s400/Easter+Preview+09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVAa2EgzI/AAAAAAAABSg/vzhfyM5cb78/s1600-h/Easter+Preview+09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319548313060803378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVAa2EgzI/AAAAAAAABSg/vzhfyM5cb78/s400/Easter+Preview+09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549000671176546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVocZKJ2I/AAAAAAAABTY/m0s_8Z4Hedw/s400/Easter+Preview+09+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319548900691748354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVin8NJgI/AAAAAAAABTQ/nQRYQwFKuW8/s400/Easter+Preview+09+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8310478800719415413?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8310478800719415413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8310478800719415413' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8310478800719415413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8310478800719415413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/03/take-some-time-for-cute.html' title='Take Some Time for the Cute'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/SdLVdHmoaYI/AAAAAAAABTI/QxZfXtm1rB8/s72-c/Easter+Preview+09+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7577391102558743770</id><published>2009-03-30T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:19:21.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll Let You Know How That Goes'/><title type='text'>Serpent Seeker</title><content type='html'>When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DDL&lt;/span&gt; got home tonight, Beverly had a small snake (dead) hanging out of her mouth.  She's buck wild.  She is currently attacking pillows and other small unsuspecting items.  She is digging into couch cushions.  I'm pretty sure there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheetos&lt;/span&gt;, cheerios, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doritos&lt;/span&gt; that she is after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting her into the dog crate to sleep tonight.  Going to happen.  No excuses tonight.  NONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-7577391102558743770?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7577391102558743770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7577391102558743770' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7577391102558743770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7577391102558743770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/03/serpent-seeker.html' title='Serpent Seeker'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-7984609498350405303</id><published>2009-03-27T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:52:26.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Act Like a Man'/><title type='text'>It's Fun to Eat at 4:30 PM</title><content type='html'>That's what time I got to eat lunch today.  It was a rough one.  I had to drive to another town to conduct a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt;, which I did have some technical difficulties with (not my fault, don't you blame me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was in the pouring rain both ways... can you say "RELAXING"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night brings for me 3 beers (as a start).  I am also behaving as a man by doing the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting Daddy feed girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting Daddy bathe girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting/helping Daddy get girls ready for bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on the recliner while Daddy gets them snacks and complies with their demands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on the recliner (with my beer) while Daddy puts them to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on the recliner while Daddy deals with the dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man, that shit is good.  It should happen MORE OFTEN.  I'm going to hurry up and drink beer 3 so that I can request that he promplty jump up and get me beer #4!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those that asked, here is where we are staying on our vacation:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grandrivieraprincessresort.com/"&gt;Grand Rivera Princess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got a good deal with Fun Jet- Air/Hotel/All Inclusive under our budget of $2500.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beverly ate my ipod headset.  I'm a little angry about that, but I'll just buy another one tomorrow.  Can't do without the headset.&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/356165264588357920-7984609498350405303?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/7984609498350405303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=7984609498350405303' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7984609498350405303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/7984609498350405303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/03/its-fun-to-eat-at-430-pm.html' title='It&apos;s Fun to Eat at 4:30 PM'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-8108614131425803708</id><published>2009-03-26T19:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:27:32.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the French?'/><title type='text'>Get Me Out of Oklahoma!</title><content type='html'>It is supposed to SNOW this weekend? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GMAFB&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard about it, I seriously contemplated putting all of us on a plane to Key West for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317656676902457682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScwcktBBUVI/AAAAAAAABR4/2BplBU1uqFM/s400/key+west+duval+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously. We're almost to April. I've hung on as long as I can. I am mentally fragile and can't stay inside of the house with wild children who are crazy because it is too wet and cold to play outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I NEED WARM WEATHER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-8108614131425803708?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/8108614131425803708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=8108614131425803708' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8108614131425803708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/8108614131425803708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/03/get-me-out-of-oklahoma.html' title='Get Me Out of Oklahoma!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScwcktBBUVI/AAAAAAAABR4/2BplBU1uqFM/s72-c/key+west+duval+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6069906791338046822</id><published>2009-03-24T21:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:04:10.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Me Strength'/><title type='text'>Esplain to Me</title><content type='html'>Give me strong Diagnosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the matter with a person when nothing is wrong yet they feel sad? Bills are paid, everyone is healthy, no one is fussing, everyone is doing their normal usual everything. Why do I take that time to get a depressive episode? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My limbs can't want to move from out of the bed. Just 2 weeks ago, I was feeling GREAT and getting up at 5am to spend time with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gogs&lt;/span&gt;, quiet time of my own, and meditate and plan for the beginning of the day. What the French went wrong?? I was exercising and eating right and thinking about this spot:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316954224004398050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScmdskDLe-I/AAAAAAAABRw/2U90KWxU3YM/s400/grand+rivera+princess+pool+suite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the pool suite we booked for our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moneyhoon&lt;/span&gt;.  Can you imagine being able to walk from your balcony and get right in the pool?  Look, there is even a place for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beverly&lt;/span&gt; beside the couch.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wowzers&lt;/span&gt;.  3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;monts&lt;/span&gt; 3 weeks and 6 days away.  Tick tick tick.  I can't wait to be away with my favorite and we will laugh so hard that our faces will fall off, and we will also cry for our babies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm back on the diet, just waiting to get the energy back for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;extrasize&lt;/span&gt; part.  For me, those have ta go together or it is not happening.  I weighed 140 yesterday.  SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!  Ma is 5'2 on the tallest of days.  I'm getting rid of 5 at a time.  Starting over again at each 5.  To say I have 30 lbs to loose would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;waaaaaay&lt;/span&gt; too much.  I can hang with 5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So- that was part of the funk and yes it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;STOOPID&lt;/span&gt; to get in a funk over your looks.   I realize this is shallow, I just felt like I owed the people who care about me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;esplanation&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be OK.  I'm taking care of myself and I'm not, like, crying or anything like that... just the funk.  Give me a few days of sunshine and I'll be A-OK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A fresh hair color will help, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6069906791338046822?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6069906791338046822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6069906791338046822' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6069906791338046822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6069906791338046822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/03/esplain-to-me.html' title='Esplain to Me'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScmdskDLe-I/AAAAAAAABRw/2U90KWxU3YM/s72-c/grand+rivera+princess+pool+suite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-5880522346647880939</id><published>2009-03-24T06:51:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:06:08.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Cleaning Frenzy'/><title type='text'>To Entertain You</title><content type='html'>Hopefully the funk will exit my body soon. There is nothing specific that has caused the funk, just a generalized icky blah feeling. We (me and my dual personalities) will discuss it with the doctor today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, please check out what I did this weekend to my nasty ass house:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De-Monkey-Dunged the kitchen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316721377851628386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScjJ7IiSW2I/AAAAAAAABQY/fzKmKhg_IMQ/s400/Clean+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean "Dining Room" AKA Parlor AKA Sitting Room AKA Red Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316721575191498258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScjKGnrxzhI/AAAAAAAABQg/pGcydvrdWw0/s400/Clean+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organized toys in playroom. Please do not tell, but I threw away 3 garbage bags of clutter.&lt;br /&gt;That's Phoebe photo-bombing my picture in the bottom left corner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316723117183104370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScjLgYDOdXI/AAAAAAAABRI/oUgDICOOvGU/s400/Clean+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Organized Bookcase in BLM's Room.&lt;br /&gt;Only one sample of the work that was done to this room. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316722070333882050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScjKjcO6_sI/AAAAAAAABQo/zBaMF3-9NqY/s400/Clean+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316722237517651170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScjKtLCo3OI/AAAAAAAABQ4/cQ6K02PjJTc/s400/Clean+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Above is a clean Master Bedroom.  There was a pile of clean clothing in the floor to the right of the dresser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Dog that Likes to Pee in the Floor &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316722319063680242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScjKx60uhPI/AAAAAAAABRA/Dg9qHORG9GA/s400/Gangsta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-5880522346647880939?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/5880522346647880939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=5880522346647880939' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5880522346647880939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/5880522346647880939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/03/to-entertain-you.html' title='To Entertain You'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScjJ7IiSW2I/AAAAAAAABQY/fzKmKhg_IMQ/s72-c/Clean+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-6286279709156006622</id><published>2009-03-17T21:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:52:57.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s A Toile World Afterall'/><title type='text'>Carnival Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Noes! I love shopping for Easter Dresses and Easter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunneh&lt;/span&gt; crap for the girls. It gets wild around here, like it's Christmas or something! I don't even like Christmas, but I love Easter because the weather is warmer. Heck I just lied. It is usually cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some considerations on eBay for one (of maybe many) Easter outfit choices. We won't wear these just at Easter, they can be worn to church anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made a bid on this one... $15.00. HELLO!?! And free monogramming! This would be for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt;. Don't you think the initials &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; in blue would look great? ;o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353880299606386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScBgso36EXI/AAAAAAAABPg/2X1i-q0bsKE/s400/bunnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pink/brown makes me slobber.  It could be made in both girlie sizes.  I cannot express how much I love matching sisters.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DMan&lt;/span&gt; does not enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;matchy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;matchy&lt;/span&gt; sister look but I **Heart** it so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314354244194189074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScBhB0fIvxI/AAAAAAAABPo/mzMN_qNWbqk/s400/bunny+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is one more pink/brown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bunneh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toile&lt;/span&gt; that would not let me copy the picture.  It has a brown/pink polka dot skirt that can be monogrammed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I have to buy 3 of these things- no big.  They can be worn past Easter because they are not so fancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fance&lt;/span&gt; that they are just Easter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Holla&lt;/span&gt; if you want to know the store!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-6286279709156006622?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/6286279709156006622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=6286279709156006622' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6286279709156006622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/6286279709156006622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/03/carnival-easter.html' title='Carnival Easter'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/ScBgso36EXI/AAAAAAAABPg/2X1i-q0bsKE/s72-c/bunnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-2021514286887880996</id><published>2009-03-16T20:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:35:02.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party Time'/><title type='text'>The Run Down</title><content type='html'>And I mean RUN DOWN. I ran out of my thyroid medication on Thursday and didn't pick up my refill until today. I felt it big time. I messed up at work almost all day long. Luckily, I didn't have to drive anywhere because that could have been danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a great weekend with some special girls from the Chi O daze! We celebrated &lt;a href="http://mowineplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon's &lt;/a&gt;Birthday at Sushi Neko in the Greater OKC Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember getting ready with your girlfriends, pre-drinking before the drinking? This is what we did (had a sober driver folks, don't you judge). I had to make sure that I won the Big Hair Contest. Who was entered in the Big Hair Contest? Just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313960677064122546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sb77FMrNILI/AAAAAAAABOs/5kdoJEUjBCg/s400/will+i+win.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wondering what my prize will be should I win my own self proclaimed Big Hair Contest. How will I accept my award? What will my speech consist of? I'm hoping a microphone and a spot light will be involved. This is why I INTRA-tain myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961047963667138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sb77ayYjCsI/AAAAAAAABO0/y5uk22uxleE/s400/big+hair+contest+prep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is the final product of the outfit and the big hair. That's me and &lt;a href="http://mowineplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961622131107442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sb778NUu5nI/AAAAAAAABO8/CqM_NKxkkoA/s400/holly+and+shannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Party of Eight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961891518845698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sb78L43xkwI/AAAAAAAABPE/Ub92qiNvjS8/s400/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sassy Shrimp, I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313962123309927122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sb78ZYXEytI/AAAAAAAABPM/yGYgf5zIxk4/s400/sassy+shrimp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, &lt;a href="http://madaboutmatthews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://mowineplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;- the Bloggers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313963480632399714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sb79oYx-F2I/AAAAAAAABPU/cRvlQb9kLAk/s400/blogging+girls+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun! We went to a happenin' bar right next to Sushi Neko. We got fine service there, the server came to our table one freakin' time. Talk about buzz kills. Ho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-2021514286887880996?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/2021514286887880996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=2021514286887880996' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/2021514286887880996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/2021514286887880996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/03/run-down.html' title='The Run Down'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nI_oexJAE5k/Sb77FMrNILI/AAAAAAAABOs/5kdoJEUjBCg/s72-c/will+i+win.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356165264588357920.post-4744482414245560657</id><published>2009-03-13T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:13:39.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired Chicken'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I have a Happy Birthday Friend today!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day, &lt;a href="http://funwiththebaker5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am helping &lt;a href="http://mowineplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt; celebrate her birthday.  I hope Katy joins us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to take as many stupid photographs as possible for your making fun of me pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/356165264588357920-4744482414245560657?l=www.multislackingmama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/feeds/4744482414245560657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=356165264588357920&amp;postID=4744482414245560657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/4744482414245560657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/356165264588357920/posts/default/4744482414245560657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.multislackingmama.com/2009/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Multislacking Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWNfvcrKw0M/TugYhGcD6jI/AAAAAAAABr8/28wLNN9vvIQ/s220/IMG_5526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
