<?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-2078566758690350940</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:20:33.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom of the Year......Not!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-424192605339738791</id><published>2008-11-24T04:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:33:26.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes World I am selling Pure Romance..........Sex Toys..........yes, you heard me!!!! I love it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SSpztEV-CUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RmHiY-9E0hk/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272153531887782210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SSpztEV-CUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RmHiY-9E0hk/s320/logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SSpzsmS7wnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/crkPTtsQHXs/s1600-h/2599L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272153523821986418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SSpzsmS7wnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/crkPTtsQHXs/s320/2599L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.kellyenglish.pureromance.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-424192605339738791?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/424192605339738791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=424192605339738791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/424192605339738791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/424192605339738791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-world-i-am-selling-pure-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SSpztEV-CUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RmHiY-9E0hk/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-6621777531905010274</id><published>2008-09-30T08:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:23:02.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!</title><content type='html'>Should I be embarrassed? I'm not quite sure. We TRY not to say swear words in front of our children, but when they hear them in songs or in movies or anywhere else for that matter we try not to make a big deal out of it. They are going to hear them. It's life. If they bring it to our attention we simply say to them "just because you hear it doesn't mean you have to say it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'ts&lt;/span&gt; not nice, very inappropriate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yady&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yady&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;.........". My fingers are always crossed my almost 6 year old son will not slip one in on accident at school!!!! So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning on the way to school my almost 9 year old daughter and I have this conversation. To set up the scenario Kid Rock is playing in the background quite loudly. Any one that listens to the Kid knows that he just can NOT control himself. (this kind of turns mommy on but hey that is another story entirely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter  "mom this song has a lot of f words in it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "yes it does, and its not very nice, just don't repeat them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter "the A word is worse than the F word"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "well they are all bad but I think the F word is worse, I know you are a very smart, good girl but please don't say either"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter " there is a P word  in there also"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  thinking to myself "what the hell is the P word"  as I hum the words to the song to try and figure that one out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter "what does the F word mean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "it means something naughty, ya know how your 4 year old cousin points with his middle      finger and we are trying to get him to stop?" That is the same thing as saying the F word. So  don't say it and don't stick your middle finger out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter "No mom sticking your middle finger out means F...You A hole"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me speechless  with mouth dropped open  "no it doesn't it just means F...You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter "mom, yes it does, i know it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  wondering how to argue that one "well alright then, just don't say it or do it EVER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to tone down the music in the car or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-6621777531905010274?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/6621777531905010274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=6621777531905010274&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/6621777531905010274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/6621777531905010274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg.html' title='OMG!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-939226518604596145</id><published>2008-09-09T21:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:39:32.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcxvP6KmaI/AAAAAAAAANw/TVdj_SOQ1-Q/s1600-h/Soccer+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought I'd see the day when I would be running my children around three days a week after school and on the weekends for a sport. My children are young and just beginning to get involved with extra curricular activities. My husband and I thought it would be great for our son and daughter to join soccer this year. They are playing for A.Y.S.O. I guess it's a pretty big national organization. (not so organized I am finding out) It's a great sport. Good for exercise and building coordination. God knows our children need to burn off some energy and being involved in an organized sport will help them build self confidence. When I was a youngster I was very shy and didn't really do sports. I never thought I could. I am the girl that had every excuse in the free world to get out of gym class. Luckily my two older children have taken after their dad in the "outgoing" department. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past Saturday was the start of official games. Son's games are at ten a.m. and daughter's games are at noon. So for the next five week's our Saturday's will consist of three hours of soccer. Luckily most games are at the same location, but I'm sure we won't always be that lucky. Oh yes.... did I mention every Tuesday and Thursday night there are games also. We will be busy! I am excited for the kids, they seem to be enjoying themselves so far, and so are we. They are eager to learn the game and seem pretty focused out there, well as much as they can be for their ages. Tonight I watched my son, my five year old, make his first goal. I laughed at myself as I jumped out of my fold up chair and screamed my head off for him. A very proud moment indeed. Our family was all there watching, including grandma and great grandma. I'm sure there will be many years of proud moments for me to experience with all of my children. I can't wait. This is such a precious time in their life and I am going to try to take it all in and remember as much as I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244211338618947234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcubW11RqI/AAAAAAAAANI/iitd3RU_JP8/s320/Soccer+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flamingos getting ready to start their first game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcub3wzwLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AfpDWbOu9p8/s1600-h/Soccer+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244211347456245938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcub3wzwLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AfpDWbOu9p8/s320/Soccer+2008+023.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Ally Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcucEyXvwI/AAAAAAAAANY/HkMRwai3ycw/s1600-h/Soccer+2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244211350952460034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcucEyXvwI/AAAAAAAAANY/HkMRwai3ycw/s320/Soccer+2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow we've never seen you run so fast in your life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcucZUOWTI/AAAAAAAAANg/S2DUpjAPw-c/s1600-h/Soccer+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244211356463159602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcucZUOWTI/AAAAAAAAANg/S2DUpjAPw-c/s320/Soccer+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A very excited boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcuciIxJCI/AAAAAAAAANo/j_jUuF51sB4/s1600-h/Soccer+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244211358831027234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcuciIxJCI/AAAAAAAAANo/j_jUuF51sB4/s320/Soccer+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go  Tigers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcxvP6KmaI/AAAAAAAAANw/TVdj_SOQ1-Q/s1600-h/Soccer+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244214978890340770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcxvP6KmaI/AAAAAAAAANw/TVdj_SOQ1-Q/s320/Soccer+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great game John!&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/2078566758690350940-939226518604596145?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/939226518604596145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=939226518604596145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/939226518604596145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/939226518604596145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/09/soccer-mom.html' title='Soccer Mom'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMcubW11RqI/AAAAAAAAANI/iitd3RU_JP8/s72-c/Soccer+2008+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-519814430065852270</id><published>2008-09-05T15:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:13:35.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo Shoot-Bret One Week Old</title><content type='html'>A wonderful lady I met a few years ago Scrapbooking is a photographer. She does an awesome job and is so kind and patient with the kids. This whole shoot took us 2 hours to finish.  She allowed time for lots of laughing and diaper and feeding breaks. There were 120 pics in all. It is going to be such a tough decision to narrow them down but luckily I get to keep all the proofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGEIYY8DJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jw1oITfD064/s1600-h/bret022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242616720756837522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGEIYY8DJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jw1oITfD064/s320/bret022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGEIYnMSmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/S56hJkfB1NM/s1600-h/bret023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242616720816622178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGEIYnMSmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/S56hJkfB1NM/s320/bret023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGEIjFM6qI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ms8FucjOc64/s1600-h/bret026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242616723626846882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGEIjFM6qI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ms8FucjOc64/s320/bret026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGEIoeYDSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bl-P1Hr2K0E/s1600-h/bret032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242616725074611490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGEIoeYDSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bl-P1Hr2K0E/s320/bret032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGD3kjtfKI/AAAAAAAAALo/rD07K-GnnDI/s1600-h/bret010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242616431965469858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGD3kjtfKI/AAAAAAAAALo/rD07K-GnnDI/s320/bret010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGD30HmqcI/AAAAAAAAALw/XyqQ56Iwr14/s1600-h/bret011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242616436142549442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGD30HmqcI/AAAAAAAAALw/XyqQ56Iwr14/s320/bret011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGD4Bro_dI/AAAAAAAAAL4/S46XdTxE7vc/s1600-h/bret016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242616439783357906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGD4Bro_dI/AAAAAAAAAL4/S46XdTxE7vc/s320/bret016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGD4Dw7WyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1W7k6tS7yGM/s1600-h/bret014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242616440342403874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGD4Dw7WyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1W7k6tS7yGM/s320/bret014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGD4Q1Po7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/nVPfHGLTJo8/s1600-h/bret021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242616443850171314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGD4Q1Po7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/nVPfHGLTJo8/s320/bret021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGDanC6NzI/AAAAAAAAALA/6wJ9rhRCKdU/s1600-h/sprinkler001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242615934416992050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGDanC6NzI/AAAAAAAAALA/6wJ9rhRCKdU/s320/sprinkler001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGDaz-s2jI/AAAAAAAAALI/Phqd23FsKas/s1600-h/bret005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242615937888999986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGDaz-s2jI/AAAAAAAAALI/Phqd23FsKas/s320/bret005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGDbLCmSAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WrH8fWxwBU4/s1600-h/bret006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242615944079362050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGDbLCmSAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WrH8fWxwBU4/s320/bret006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGDbPSESRI/AAAAAAAAALY/5a9cb3U_3Dw/s1600-h/bret008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242615945217984786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGDbPSESRI/AAAAAAAAALY/5a9cb3U_3Dw/s320/bret008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGDbVhLbMI/AAAAAAAAALg/UN1ArqwkFdI/s1600-h/bret009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242615946891979970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGDbVhLbMI/AAAAAAAAALg/UN1ArqwkFdI/s320/bret009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-519814430065852270?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/519814430065852270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=519814430065852270&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/519814430065852270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/519814430065852270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-photo-shoot-bret-one-week-old.html' title='Family Photo Shoot-Bret One Week Old'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMGEIYY8DJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jw1oITfD064/s72-c/bret022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-1947447996800687056</id><published>2008-09-02T09:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:08:06.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a huge smile on my face right now! Why? We made it to school on time today! (and there is peace and quiet in my home) Although, you would think that me getting up two and a half hours before school I should have time to get there. Well, we cut it close anyway. We even stopped off at McDonald's for a little quick breakfast. If I would have made it at home we surely would have been late. I had planned on making pancakes but that did NOT happen! I always stress out getting them to school but when you add child#3 to the mix it gets a little crazy. I really have two more days till I am suppose to drive (yes I did have a cesarean 12 days ago) but come on I had to get the pictures in their classrooms and them waiting for the bell to ring. I scrapbook so this is a must. I really couldn't have had my neighbor drive them and carry along my camera with her now could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my kids. My daughter is going into 3rd grade and my son is going into 1rst grade. They were excited to wear some of their new clothes this morning. I was pleasantly surprised that there was no bickering and fighting. They got ready quickly. (it was mommy that was behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is curriculum night already at their school. My son also has soccer practice at the exact same time. How do you be in two places at once? What is more important. LOL Obviously it's school. Not sure what we are going to do about this one. Hubby and I may have to split up tonight so we can do both. See....first day and things are already crazy busy. Hubby went back to school today also. He teaches 6th grade. He must have been in a rush this morning because he left his wallet behind. No lunch for him today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is sleeping soundly right now and I am in heaven. There are plenty of things to do around the house today but the kids only have a half day so I really am just relaxing this morning. Only an hour more before I have to go pick them up. Tomorrow is their first full day of school. The only thing on my agenda tomorrow is my two week check up at the doctor. They will let me know if it's safe to drive. Little do they know I will be driving myself there. Most people that know me know that I don't follow rules very well. Don't tell my kids that!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241438617640043842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SL1UpwRzBUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rjBkXwm8A1k/s320/September+2008+006.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My first grader&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241438609845936690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SL1UpTPiYjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YQVpLLHhcwg/s320/September+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My daughter making her way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241515326942915186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SL2aa0syqnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JyGHq-bGZAU/s320/September+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My second grader and her buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241515337335751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SL2abbaoxDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RkoH74YSVqA/s320/September+2008+008.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Always smiling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241515346988869826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SL2ab_YHqMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IJtJc5-9_LU/s320/September+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm ready to learn (hehe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241515349362761490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SL2acIOGXxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_cKBQseJ0hw/s320/September+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank God I have friends in my class!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-1947447996800687056?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/1947447996800687056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=1947447996800687056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/1947447996800687056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/1947447996800687056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SL1UpwRzBUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rjBkXwm8A1k/s72-c/September+2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-7210786719137570899</id><published>2008-08-29T10:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:05:23.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bret!</title><content type='html'>Baby Bret arrived on August 21 at 11:55 a.m as scheduled. He weighed in at 7 pounds 4 ounces and 19.5 inches long. The Cesarean delivery went smoothly. This has been my best recovery yet from the three cesareans that I have had. Hours after his birth I had no problem getting up and moving around. Well I was sore for sure but I wasn't crying like I did nine years ago when I had my daughter and they told me I had to get out of bed. With my first I felt like I had been hit by a semi. Maybe the drugs have improved a bit since I last gave birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been home almost a week now and is an absolute angel. He actually got to play an angel at his first photo shoot on Thursday also. I should be getting my proofs from that right after Labor Day and I will share them all with you. He is up about every three hours or so right now and I am a little more sleep deprived than usual, but I am really enjoying this time with him. He doesn't really cry, he just whimpers a little in his bassinet to let me know he's hungry. This morning he slept from 3:30 a.m. until after 9:00. It felt really good to sleep in on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two older children love him already. They fight over who will hold him or sit next to him in the van. When they do get to hold him it doesn't last for more than a minute and then they are tired of him. They love to watch me change his diaper, but don't really want to help. I really don't expect them to and I don't want them to feel like baby sitter's anyway. Sure they help get things for me that I need for him when I am feeding him and can't get up. That makes them feel like they are doing their part. My five year old son John is especially fun to watch with Bret because he loves to give the baby kisses on the top of his forehead, and he does it so gently.  For any of you that know John this is so adorable because John is a bit of a wild child.  Allyson cracks me up because she laughs so hard when she hears the "boy noises" come out of Bret. She immediately reminds me that I "NEED" to change him "NOW". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a ton of fun with this new baby. It's definitely work having a third child in the house but we are coping quite well. I am a little afraid of this upcoming week getting the older two off to school on time. I'm sure that will be a whole new adventure for me! We always run on the late to school to begin with. I think I may have to set my alarm clock a little sooner than last year. Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the day the baby was born. I will post more this week as I get some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't wait till the kids go back to school so I can catch up on some of your blogs also. I miss reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN10W-uqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v4i5Lb1zQKc/s1600-h/August+2008+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239953384684829346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN10W-uqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v4i5Lb1zQKc/s320/August+2008+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bret Allen English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN2Hmo9tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/clz7-dKI74w/s1600-h/August+2008+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239953389850785490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN2Hmo9tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/clz7-dKI74w/s320/August+2008+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first chance to hold Bret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN2t_JxoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/t9Pc--zRq8I/s1600-h/August+2008+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239953400154146434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN2t_JxoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/t9Pc--zRq8I/s320/August+2008+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to the world sleepy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN22-hBXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rSvScd0O_Xw/s1600-h/August+2008+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239953402567394674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN22-hBXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rSvScd0O_Xw/s320/August+2008+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN3ACMX9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/1CEbM7hC7qA/s1600-h/August+2008+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239953404998737874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN3ACMX9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/1CEbM7hC7qA/s320/August+2008+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow I have 3 kids!!!!&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/2078566758690350940-7210786719137570899?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/7210786719137570899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=7210786719137570899&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/7210786719137570899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/7210786719137570899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-bret.html' title='Baby Bret!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SLgN10W-uqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v4i5Lb1zQKc/s72-c/August+2008+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-1873609269803591619</id><published>2008-08-20T22:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:31:40.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am having this baby boy in the morning. I will start blogging again next week and share pics of baby Bret! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been busy and tired. Plain and simple!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one pic of my husband and I together at a friends wedding about 10 days ago. I am looking mighty pregnant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236792765918574466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SKzTRl7pd4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/UQnvg99Jr-8/s320/August+2008+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-1873609269803591619?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/1873609269803591619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=1873609269803591619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/1873609269803591619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/1873609269803591619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby.html' title='Baby!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SKzTRl7pd4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/UQnvg99Jr-8/s72-c/August+2008+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-7918499772024119997</id><published>2008-07-08T16:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:04:04.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Sins Test</title><content type='html'>Here are my results.........Yikes..........LOL..........oh well............ I'm not perfect!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 94px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 108px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 62px; background: #330077;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 94px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 34px; background: #330077;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 120px; background: #770022;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 114px; background: #770022;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-7918499772024119997?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/7918499772024119997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=7918499772024119997&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/7918499772024119997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/7918499772024119997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/07/seven-sins-test.html' title='Seven Sins Test'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-4627604465574663242</id><published>2008-07-06T10:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:52:56.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck at this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend. I'm still enjoying mine as I don't have to go back to work till Tuesday! I have been so busy I haven't posted anything in over a week. So I'll just fill you all in on what my week was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last weekend was my girl's weekend. Scrap booking, eating, bull shitting together! It was wonderful. A special thank you to my husband for vacating for two nights for us with the kids to his mom's down the street so we could take over the house. We had a really good time. Thanks to all my friends who came. We need to do a whole weekend like this every six months for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On Tuesday July 1rst my hubby's grandma Ceil had her 95th birthday. We celebrated at the Boneyard. Her favorite resturant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219904875981106242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SHDT1BYu7EI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YykmGA9C8l8/s320/July+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family with Great Grandma on her 95th birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I worked Tuesday thru Thursday at the salon. Nothing real eventful happened during those days. I am so tired when I get home from work now. Although, Randy and I got to watch episode 3 from season 5 of Nip Tuc. I can't wait for our show to come back on in the fall. I miss it. Sitting down on the couch watching mindless television has always been one of our favorite things to do at night after we put the kids to bed. We have watched every episode ever made since February.&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 align="left"&gt; I am now 33 weeks. Only around 45 more days till my c-section. I am so anxious!!! I can't stand being pregnant anymore. I feel okay, I just am sooooooo over it. I can't bend over or tie my shoes or any of the normal stuff, it's killing me. &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 align="left"&gt; We celebrated the 4th at Randy's mom's house. Ate all day long!!! She does not do small BBQ. There were ten of us there and she cooks for 40. Later that night we went to the neighborhood behind my brother and sister in law's house. For any of you Eminem fan's out there, this is where he lives. It's a gated community that backs up to the elemtary school where my niece goes. They put on really good fireworks every year. We can see them great from the parking lot of the school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SHDUbkwjk7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/JaxVcA44TzE/s1600-h/July+2008+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219905538311295922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SHDUbkwjk7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/JaxVcA44TzE/s320/July+2008+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Fireworks at the mansions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SHDT1tkm8zI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VXm8n1MK8rU/s1600-h/July+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219904887842075442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SHDT1tkm8zI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VXm8n1MK8rU/s320/July+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    My doggy Bud hiding from the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SHDT10YrX3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/dCFYiAxggVk/s1600-h/July+2008+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219904889671081842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SHDT10YrX3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/dCFYiAxggVk/s320/July+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       Me and Allykins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SHDT2bmgP5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/qIHg8uCOgrM/s1600-h/July+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219904900198055826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SHDT2bmgP5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/qIHg8uCOgrM/s320/July+2008+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Randy and John my two favorite men!!!&lt;br /&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/2078566758690350940-4627604465574663242?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/4627604465574663242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=4627604465574663242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/4627604465574663242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/4627604465574663242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-suck-at-this.html' title='I suck at this!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SHDT1BYu7EI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YykmGA9C8l8/s72-c/July+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-8605027557788797341</id><published>2008-06-25T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:24:45.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Art</title><content type='html'>I came home from work today and the kids were so excited to show me pictures of what they did while I was gone and Daddy was busy remodeling daughter's room. At least they weren't fighting. They did this to each other!! Dad finally realized what was going on in the other room when he heard the hysterical laughter echoing through the house.  They had on only underwear, so I won't show their bottom half, but their bodies were completely covered also!!!! Thank God for washable crayola markers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SGL8yeBI5vI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Z8eI2lVNd54/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216009262429955826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SGL8yeBI5vI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Z8eI2lVNd54/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SGL8dkz_1FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qMRFfs9ts68/s1600-h/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216008903476630610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SGL8dkz_1FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qMRFfs9ts68/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" /&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/2078566758690350940-8605027557788797341?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/8605027557788797341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=8605027557788797341&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/8605027557788797341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/8605027557788797341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/06/body-art.html' title='Body Art'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SGL8yeBI5vI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Z8eI2lVNd54/s72-c/DSC_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-1484303357750404626</id><published>2008-06-22T16:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:32:13.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few weeks</title><content type='html'>&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="left"&gt;Okay!!! It's been 3 weeks since I've written on my blog page, with the exception of posting a picture of my very hot husband!! No I did not photo shop him, he is for real!!!! Lucky me. LOL Even he asked me when I was going to write another post. There have been times I wanted to and didn't and times I just plain old could care less. I think it is just summer hitting. The family is home from school, including my husband which is a teacher. We have been busy. When they are not home I tend to spend a little more time on the computer than I should, but when they are I feel too guilty to be sitting in front of it all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So let me think, what has happened in the last 3 weeks. Well first of all Bud happened. The new puppy. He is adorable, and a stinker! The kids adore him. We love him. I wish he would just get straight already that he has to pee and poop outside ALL the time, not just part of the time!!! He will be 14 weeks old tomorrow. He is a Havashu. I had never heard of that kind before. It is a Shitzu and Havanese mix. Our vet says that the Havanese breed is very rare in these parts and he has only seen a couple in his career. His hair is so soft and fluffy I just want to use him as my pillow. I would, except for this afternoon he pissed on my bed! I just changed my sheets yesterday for God's sake. I left him for two minutes to go get a load of laundry to fold and I come back to a big puddle in the middle of my bed. Thank God not on the comforter. As if I ever actually make my bed anyway. This time I was thankful I don't!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School is out!!! Woo hoo!!! I love it. No alarm clocks. No being tardy to school. No arguing over what to wear. We have been playing in the pool. Relaxing. Getting ice cream.......ALOT. The kids are having a really good time with our new neighbors. Their kids are so close in age to ours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My very talented husband is re-doing my daughter's room this week. When we moved in 5.5 years ago she was 3 years old. I thought it would be adorable at the time to paint her room pink and purple and very princess like. Well even though my beautiful daughter may act as if she is a princess sometimes she has hated that room from the get go. She is girly for sure but she would have rather had a black and red rock star room than a princess room. Well we draw the line there. There will be no black or red room for her!! To top it off, her room was completely done except for the mouldings. I'm sure all of you have at least one room in your house that is not quite finished....am I right? Well it's been 5.5 years and guess what we bought at Lowe's today? MOULDINGS and CROWN MOULDINGS. I am very excited about this!!! So excited that I am almost turned on by it. Isn't is amazing as you get a little older what sorts of things will turn you on. Hubby says they will be up and painted by the end of the week!! He will deserve some lovin' for sure!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going on 8 months pregnant. I really need to get my ass somewhat in gear for the new baby. I have all of my son's clothes from when he was an infant packed in rubbermaid in my storage area. I really really want to sort through it to see what I can use. Some day's I am too lazy to do it and other day's I'm too busy. I really don't have to buy anything big for the baby. Maybe a new swing. The swings are rockin' that they have out right now. They go side to side and you can put your IPOD in them. It's crazy how things change in just 6 short years. I'm sure any of you mom's out there will remember your first pregnancy. You put every single item on your shower registry at Babies R Us. You were afraid to leave anything out, because you may need it. NOT!!!! I had 40 pairs of P.J.'s in different sizes given to me at my shower lined up in the nursery closet for my daughter. We didn't know she was a girl so everyone that gave us jammies bought mint or yellow or white. Of course it came in handy when the son was born, he got to use them also. When he came I really didn't have to buy much at all and learned that most of the stuff I had for the first baby I didn't need. Like a wipe warmer. Give me a freakin' break!!!!!! This time I am not even buying a diaper bag. I absolutely hated carrying those damn things around. On second thought I really like the new Vera Bradley colors out right now. They don't look to diaper baggish. I think I will just shove some diapers and wipes in the glove compartment of the van and be done with it. Anyway I made an appointment for my C-section on August 21rst at 11 a.m. Personally if he would like to make an appearance any time after August 1rst that would be just fine with me!!!!! I am gettting.....no have gotton to the point when being pregnant is not cute anymore. My stomach is not only huge, I am even pregnant in my toes. They look like light bulbs. My husband even agreed!!!! Even though I want to smack him sometimes for agreeing with me he is very sweet. He said something to me last night that was very touching and almost made me cry. He said to enjoy this moment right now because you will never be able to say again that you feel miserable or fat due to pregnancy. Ya know it is so true. Even with all the aches and pains and crabbing I know I will miss it. This is it, it really will be the last time. It better be because I am having my tubes tied that day also. &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;br /&gt;I'm going to try and be better about my posting. I love to read all of yours. It makes me feel more normal. Everyone else out there with kids and family are just as nuts as we are!!!! For now I'll leave you a precious pic of our new baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881274910262098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SF7649Dcw1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/I7mlUMTJJ7c/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud our new puppy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-1484303357750404626?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/1484303357750404626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=1484303357750404626&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/1484303357750404626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/1484303357750404626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-few-weeks.html' title='The last few weeks'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SF7649Dcw1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/I7mlUMTJJ7c/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-7041573828427151836</id><published>2008-06-17T17:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:15:36.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who has the hottest Husband in the World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SFgpWRtUb5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/nNVEYTsvLho/s1600-h/naughty+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212962031368695698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SFgpWRtUb5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/nNVEYTsvLho/s320/naughty+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Save a horse.......Ride a Cowboy!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-7041573828427151836?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/7041573828427151836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=7041573828427151836&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/7041573828427151836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/7041573828427151836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-has-hottest-husband-in-world.html' title='Who has the hottest Husband in the World?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SFgpWRtUb5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/nNVEYTsvLho/s72-c/naughty+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-5291772986326178257</id><published>2008-06-14T06:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:32:40.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Tammy wants to know where I've been. I've been lurking for a couple weeks. Reading a few blogs  here and there but I haven't had the energy to write one myself lately.  I ponder about writing something but then I think to myself " I really  have nothing very interesting to say", so I don't do it. My house is a complete fucking wreck and I need to clean it before I write another entry!!!!! I'll try to get one out tomorrow!!! I have a little something special for Father's Day planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-5291772986326178257?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/5291772986326178257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=5291772986326178257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/5291772986326178257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/5291772986326178257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-5944086820530831982</id><published>2008-05-30T09:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:19:30.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm once again starting Friday really busy. I need to finish packing up my scrapbook stuff and head out the door. I plan on being at the Scrapbook Tree from at least noon till midnight. I need to get caught up a bit. I'm sure all you scrappers out there know that getting "caught up" is really impossible. It's stupid to even say, because we know it will never happen. I really should do some laundry before I go and clean my bathroom, make my bed, make the house look presentable before the husband comes home. I know he really thinks I do nothing while I'm home except for playing on the computer. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ssshhh&lt;/span&gt; it's party true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to stop at the store to pick up a few items for the new puppy. A crate, a small travel cage, some food, those sorts of things. Maybe a toy or two. My poor daughter's head is just spinning. One minute she thinks we are getting the puppy and the next she thinks she is not! She likes to look at the puppies online and when she did yesterday it said sold next to Bud's name. (sold to me that is.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) So she is now kinda sad thinking the one she wanted is sold to someone else!!! (I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; mean)  She is making me laugh, but at the same time I feel kinda bad for her. She has pretty much figured it all out, but I really want her to be surprised. My hubby and I  keep telling her that we don't think we'll have the money for a few more weeks to buy the puppy but my dear friend Tammy and I  are actually picking them up tomorrow in Indiana. I feel a little bad lying to her but she will forgive me by late Saturday night!!!! I can't wait to see these two pups. Tammy and I have already discussed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt; for them. They are brother and sister, so of course, we have to keep them together in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a wonderful weekend. I will post pictures of our new addition on Sunday!!!! We will all be in puppy heaven by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-5944086820530831982?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/5944086820530831982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=5944086820530831982&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/5944086820530831982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/5944086820530831982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-6450249096732281079</id><published>2008-05-28T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:47:44.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too busy</title><content type='html'>I will start out by showing a few pics from my busy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SD1u7KaqKEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-NzPbIKxDNU/s1600-h/May+2008+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205438706997667906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SD1u7KaqKEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-NzPbIKxDNU/s320/May+2008+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my son at the farm fieldtrip on the hayride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SD1u86aqKFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/S1Ix_F9Ad0I/s1600-h/May+2008+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205438737062438994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SD1u86aqKFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/S1Ix_F9Ad0I/s320/May+2008+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me lounging by the pool at the campground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SD1u9aaqKGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FSPy1VEVSU4/s1600-h/May+2008+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205438745652373602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SD1u9aaqKGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FSPy1VEVSU4/s320/May+2008+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Daughter fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SD1u96aqKHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bkXymhviJAs/s1600-h/May+2008+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205438754242308210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SD1u96aqKHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bkXymhviJAs/s320/May+2008+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My silly girl....love the hairdo!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Weekend was exahausting! Friday started out with a fieldtrip with my son to the farm with his kindergarten class, a nice bus ride, one hour there, one hour back. Much fun!! It really was. The kids had a great time. When we got back the kids and I made a trip to Davidson to take them to the campground where they would hang out with grammie and papa for two nights. They were taking our kids so my hubby and I could go on our trip with friends up north, to Manistee, on Lake Michigan. A four hour trip!!!! So on Friday alone, I was in the car for eight damn hours. By the time we got to our final destination in Manistee my back was just killing me. We arrivied there at 11p.m. and didn't go to bed until 1 a.m. We had a nice ride up, chatting, laughing, and enjoying adult conversation. That helped the four hour drive not seem so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my husband woke early and left me at the Hotel so he could go golf in a tournament. Which he won! Well his foursome did anyway. I was up at 6:30 and couldn't go back to sleep. So I watched some show on t.v. about Prom disasters. Took a shower, did my hair, walked around the hotel. Twiddled my thumbs. I waited till 9:30 to call our friends to see if they wanted to go shopping, breakfast, what ever. SOMETHING!!! Something to make the time pass until my hubby came back from golfing. I was bored. They answered the phone right away. I knew they had to be still sleeping when she answered the phone but I didn't care! So they tell me that they are going to get up, get ready and call me. They didn't call me till about 12:15 p.m. Almost 3 hours later. Are you kidding me!!! WTF. They fell back asleep. I am so irritated by now and hungry, because the TWO continental breakfasts that I ate had already worn off by this time. Yes I said TWO. I am eating for two so why not eat each meal twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the big party at night. After being irritated all day and not eating lunch until 2 p.m. it is now party time. My husband's friend from his job had this party at her up north home on Lake Michigan. Beautiful condo on the water. It was a crawfish boil. Have any of you ever tried crawfish? I did not!!!! I took one look at them and smelled them and that was it. NO freaking way is that touching my mouth! I normally am not a picky eater and I love seafood. Not this time! YUCK There was a band there. They sucked, but had this huge tip bucket set up in front of them. PLEASE. That was pretty funny. It was the hosts sons band and I kinda felt bad for him though. Oh well. This party would have been really fun otherwise but my back is hurting me so bad by now I am just miserable, and to top it off the party was mostly outdoors and it was CHILLY. So I was tensing up from being cold which made my back hurt even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...... I really sound like a complainer here but I am pretty much over being pregnant now. I want my body, my pain free, skinnier, body back. SOON. How many more days till August 18th? Everything is so much harder to do right now. Sleep. Work. Steps. SEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up the kids Sunday afternoon at the campground. They had a blast camping with my parents. We stayed about six hours there and then left for home. We got home around 11 p.m. I got everyone to bed and then sat down to check my emails. The first one I see is titled "Gracie". It was about my friend Tammy's little dog. Most of you that will read my blog already know her and the story about Gracie. I was so sad. We lost a 12 year old chihuahua about 5 weeks ago also. He was just getting old and had many problems so we decided to end his misery and put him down. My heart goes out to her family. It sucks to lose a pet that you love so dearly. Especially when you have kids, they just don't understand why things happen sometimes. WHO DOES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was really nice. Got up really late, went to Denny's for breakfast. We went over to my MIL's house around 2 for a BBQ. Just relaxed! A very much needed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was back to school and work...........A normal day........yeah right!!! About two minutes before I am to leave to take the kids to school I realize that my keys are in my husband's car. SHIT! Thirty minutes away. I am swearing and stomping my feet now because I am suppose to go to work right after I take the kids to school. I call my work and they say "don't worrry, you are not real busy today, we'll just move your clients". Awesome!!! An extra day off is fine by me. So I take a deep breath and decide to just walk the kids to school. It's not really that far, maybe 1.5 miles round trip, but they are not used to walking and I knew they would be dragging their feet. I call the school to tell them they would be there but late. About a half hour late!!! So we set out on our little walk. We get to the end of our street and some woman from my neighborhood I have seen before but don't really know stops me and asks "Do you need a ride to the school". I hesitate for a moment but I could see she felt my pain and we hopped in her van. She said she never sees me walking and it was so late she knew my car must be broken or something. She also said she knew I must have been irritated because she saw me dragging my son by the arm with my daughter about 2o feet behind us. LOL. I find out she lives about two blocks from me and had already taken her kids to school. We laughed because she had been late also! What a great neighbor. I couldn't thank her enough. We dropped the kids off and then she drove me home!!! Bless her heart. Sometimes you wonder if those kinds of neighbors still exist. They do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited. We are surprising the kids with a new puppy this weekend. They are sad about losing Paco, our chihuahua last month and ask for a new doggy everyday!!!!! Tammy and I are driving to Indiana to get our brother/sister Havashu pups. Tammy has the pictures of our babies on her blog. &lt;a href="http://thopgood-mylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thopgood-mylife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe I am getting a puppy two months before my baby boy comes. Oh well. Life is already crazy, why not just add a little more drama to it. At least I will have several weeks to get this puppy potty trained, before I have to start with diapers again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-6450249096732281079?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/6450249096732281079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=6450249096732281079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/6450249096732281079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/6450249096732281079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-busy.html' title='Too busy'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SD1u7KaqKEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-NzPbIKxDNU/s72-c/May+2008+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-9027381465456662571</id><published>2008-05-22T07:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:41:42.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SDVbaaaqKDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cJrU1RZ6ZIU/s1600-h/31932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203165453822339122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SDVbaaaqKDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cJrU1RZ6ZIU/s320/31932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite guy wins after all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's awesome!! I   Really thought the younger one was going to take it but my favorite came through for me!!!! Winning by 12,000,000 votes. Can't wait for the CD to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-9027381465456662571?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/9027381465456662571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=9027381465456662571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/9027381465456662571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/9027381465456662571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/05/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SDVbaaaqKDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cJrU1RZ6ZIU/s72-c/31932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-7417131230256846996</id><published>2008-05-21T10:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:14:25.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Tuesday's post completely passed me by. With work, kids, more work at home the day just disappeared. I really need to limit the amount of hair I do out of work. Normally it wouldn't bother me but the back is just not cooperating. My poor friend/client had to wash her own hair out in my kitchen sink after I highlighted her.  I just couldn't bend over the sink. I am not even 5'4" so that doesn't help the situation much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when all the clients were gone  my husband and I sat down to watch American Idol together.  We love being on the couch next to each other just watching some mindless television. We do it often. My husband is awesome when it comes to t.v. He does like his NBA and he sneaks it on commercials, but he loves to watch what I love to watch, so I have it made.  We are always so bummed when the Bachelor finale takes place because we know it will be awhile before another one starts. We watch that religiously. So on Monday when the Bachelorette came on I think that was the highlight of our week. A tear might have even come to our eyes. We always have fun trying to figure out who will be the last two standing. Wow!! I'm not sure if any of you watched the other night but what a bunch of geeks!!! Poor Deanna. That girl is beautiful. The show should be called Beauty and the Geek. I don't know, maybe that was already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Idol. I am hoping David Cook wins. I love rockers. He is awesome. I don't always like his song choices but he has an amazing voice. Young David is cute like a little puppy.  A little sappy for me, but I really  think he is going to win. I won't be running out to buy any of his CD's nor will I be downloading any of his songs.  Even if young David does win  I think Rocker David will do bigger things!!!  He just has much more of a "now" voice. I'm anxious to see what happens tonight at the finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  Idol we put the kids to bed. My daughter likes me to sing her a song every night before she goes to sleep. Her two favorites are Somewhere over the Rainbow or Fools rush in. (you may have heard it on my playlist...I love Elvis)  Last night she asked me to sing it in my American Idol voice. LMAO.  I am not a singer. My husband tries to sneak and hear me sing to her. How embarrassing!!! Even after being together 21 years I still get shy about him hearing me sing. At least she bears with me and giggles a little bit, but it comforts her so I like to do it. I'm not always in the mood but she is disappointed if I don't. I started singing to my son when he was real little also but every time I would start he just covered his little hand over my mouth and said "mommy stop please".  He is not a dummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-7417131230256846996?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/7417131230256846996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=7417131230256846996&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/7417131230256846996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/7417131230256846996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-1011605619228408911</id><published>2008-05-19T12:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:58:50.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments for me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SDGxm4YHcsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FX9AfwsPYs4/s1600-h/MomentsforMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202134326116315842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SDGxm4YHcsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FX9AfwsPYs4/s320/MomentsforMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine is short and sweet. I went to the mall yesterday and got my self a very well needed and deserved pedicure and fills on my nails. Being pregnant, I am almost at the point where I can't reach my feet anymore. So I really enjoyed the pedicure and the chair massage. My daughter went also. We had a wonderful time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-1011605619228408911?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/1011605619228408911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=1011605619228408911&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/1011605619228408911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/1011605619228408911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/05/moments-for-me-monday.html' title='Moments for me Monday'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SDGxm4YHcsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FX9AfwsPYs4/s72-c/MomentsforMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-4375009723180427567</id><published>2008-05-18T22:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:35:37.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen things about me</title><content type='html'>I was tagged for the first time by Tammy to give you 13 unintersting facts about myself so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My husband and I were married in Las Vegas in 1995. We adore Vegas. Shortly after we even started talking about moving there.  It wasn't necessarily the casinos or the strip that made us want to up and move but the mountains, desert, scenery, temperatures really lured us. We loved EVERYTHING about it. We even went so far as to scout out the area and talk to Realtors. At that time we could have bought a brand new large house for a steal, compared to what the prices were in Michigan at the time. We were pre-approved for a mortgage, looked at tons of model homes. Drooled. My husband was even going to transfer to UNLV to finish his teaching degree. I do hair but I'm not quite sure what I would have done there. Showgirl maybe? LOL Well our families prayed it didn't happen and guess what? Their prayers were answered. We backed out. Chickened out is more like it. Every time we go back or see something on t.v. about Vegas or watch movies that take place in Vegas it tugs on our hearts, making us wonder where we would be today if we had gone. Perhaps homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have worn fake nails for almost 6 years now altogether because if they come off I am an awful nail biter. My nails look like crap with out them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to church every Sunday morning, Sunday night and every Wednesday night till I was almost 18. On Wednesday nights during the teen youth service a couple of us would sneak out and smoke behind the church or walk across the church field to Chuck E. Cheese and hang out there for a while. I don't think we ever got caught. I'm sure if we did I would have remembered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When my husband and I were dating we used to make out in my car in the way back parking lot of my church. It was very nice and secluded, so we thought. We got busted for that one time. We got busted for that in quite a few other places also now that I think of it. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Before we had kids we did it on the jungle gym, middle of the night, at the elementary school my kids now attend. Every time I think about them going out for recess and playing on it I giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The first time I got drunk and puked was when I was 21 years old. The last time I got drunk and puked was watching American Idol with my husband last year. We drank a 12 pack between the two of us in one hour. I have not done that since. YUCK!!!!!! Don't want to repeat it any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My beautiful daughter is a little souvenir from Cancun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My silly son is the product of a great birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My baby boy on the way is a product of our insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love to scrapbook. I could do it for hours on end. My friend Tammy got me into it about 8 years ago. It takes me around 2 hours to finish a layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I have done hair for a living since 1990. I really love making people look nice. I truly have never gotten sick of it. I work in a not so trendy hair salon. It is very family friendly. The salon I work at has been very good to me over the years, but after my baby is born I am hoping not to have to go back to work. I would like to set up a nice salon in my basement and work at home. Work when I want and don't work when I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I ran/walked in the Detroit Free press Marathon last year, along with my husband and a bunch of friends. I finished in 5.5 hours. I am proud of myself for accomplishing it but I seriously don't know if it is on the top of my list of things to ever do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love all kinds of music but I am a HUGE Def Leppard fan. I have been since I was 12 or 13 and will be till I die. Two years ago I discovered fan fiction on a bunch of Yahoo groups and I swear that is all I did for months was read that stuff. There are a gazillion fiction stories about the band written by fans out there. It was cheesy, but I was addicted to it just as I'm sure I will become addicted to blogging. It drove my husband nuts. I think he thought I was going to leave him and follow the band like a groupie!!!!! Tammy from My Life, my dear friend has teased me to no end for my Def Leppard craze. My husband has taken me to their concert every year for the past 5 years. He loves them also, but not in the groupie way that I do. They were suppose to be here a month ago but had to cancel a week's worth of concerts due to band illness. I was so disappointed, being I have had my tickets for months. Guess when the concert is rescheduled for? Yep!!! the week of my due date. I am having a scheduled c-section the week before my due date so we will see if I am up for a concert with a week old baby!!!!! Damn it, I will be there. I won't even have to smoke any dope at the concert because I will still be on Vicadon!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-4375009723180427567?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/4375009723180427567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=4375009723180427567&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/4375009723180427567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/4375009723180427567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/05/thirteen-things-about-me.html' title='Thirteen things about me'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-6257544336082043588</id><published>2008-05-17T06:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:03:02.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend plans</title><content type='html'>Well good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my first good night's sleep in about two weeks. I'm sure my insomnia days are not completely over, I know they are a part of normal pregnancy sometimes, but man did I sleep like a baby last night. The reason I slept so well I am actually a little embarrassed to write about online, but hey I know all of you women out there that have been pregnant will understand this. Some of you that have never been pregnant will understand also. I think the excruciating pain that I have been dealing with for a couple weeks now that was almost unbearable at times underneath my ribs was simply CONSTIPATION. Not my precious unborn baby's head putting pressure on my ribs, but CONSTIPATION!!!!! So embarrassing!!!!!!To put this in polite terms, that problem is OVER. It was a problem that I didn't really realize I had because I just don't need to do that very often. Surprise Surprise I have no more pain. I slept like a rock last night and woke up symptom free!!!! I am actually sitting at the computer, slightly bent over and I am not in pain. YAHOO!!! Well enough of all that. I'm sure you will all get updates on my pregnancy highs and lows over the next three months, no doubt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a pretty busy Saturday this weekend. Today my son John is doing his very first cub scout deed. The boys are meeting at our city park today to help clean it! They will be there for two hours and after that they get to go swimming at our community center which is fairly new and really beautiful. Money very well spent by our city taxes. Now you have to get a little history on my son. He came home a few weeks ago from school with a brochure &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stating when and where to join up. The brochure&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was well done. Very colorful and loaded with pictures of activities they do through out the year. On the bottom was a very nice picture of the cub scouts enjoying archery. John exclaimed that he HAD to join cub scouts because he gets to shoot bows and arrows. He is all boy when it comes to things like that. Which really, I am proud of. I quickly made sure he knew that this is not all cub scouts is all about. Him being 5, of course heard about two words I had to say about badges, camping, community service and has been talking about the bows and arrows ever since. I am sure some of you have read about my John my good friend Tammy's My life blog . I'm really not sure I want a bow in this kids hand. I'm having visions of the cub scout leader being shot in the butt for sure!!! Good luck to that man. Anyway,I am excited for him to join cub scouts, for him, and for me because it will create many wonderful scrapbook layouts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off today with my daughter Ally to take her to a roller skating birthday party. I'm sure that will be tons of fun helping her skate as I am almost 7 months pregnant. After that we are going to the mall for nails and pedicures together. I love spending time with her and I don't do it enough. Should be a very fun day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-6257544336082043588?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/6257544336082043588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=6257544336082043588&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/6257544336082043588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/6257544336082043588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend plans'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-5446080701198367004</id><published>2008-05-15T20:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T03:18:36.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SC00Z4YHcrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/56pDC3Ur2Zo/s1600-h/April+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200870763917701810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SC00Z4YHcrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/56pDC3Ur2Zo/s320/April+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is currently 2:54 a.m. and I'm up. Why? I wish I knew. So I am up, reading some blogs and enjoying that so now I'm really not sleepy. I should go to bed because I know I will be tired tomorrow, but I can't. Everyone else is sleeping, its not fair. I'm sure by now my 8 year old daughter has found her spot in my bed upstairs and I will have to move her over to fit in when I finally do make it up there. Here I thought getting a new king size bed that it would be big enough!!! NOT. Now I don't condone her sleeping in my bed at night but she usually ends up snuggled next to me by morning anyway. I want to say it drives me nuts that she is 8 and won't stay in her bed but in some small way I enjoy it because I know it won't last much longer. Soon enough she will be a teenager and want nothing to do with me. Although, I did warn her that when baby Bret gets here in August that he will be in a bassinet in my room and she may want to start thinking about how she could stay in her own comfy bed at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone out there pregnant and have a cure for insomnia? I haven't slept much this week at all. Mother's Day evening I went to bed at 11pm and got up at 1am and didn't go back to bed till Monday night. UGH!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone else have a remedy for a precious baby with a large head poking into your ribs and causing you pain? I really need a cure for that one. Hmmm...I think the only cure for that is to wait the rest of my 3 months and he'll be out!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes are finally blinking so I'm off to sleep. Let's hope!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night all!!!&lt;/div&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/2078566758690350940-5446080701198367004?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/5446080701198367004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=5446080701198367004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/5446080701198367004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/5446080701198367004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/05/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SC00Z4YHcrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/56pDC3Ur2Zo/s72-c/April+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078566758690350940.post-6597077642093510162</id><published>2008-05-15T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:30:47.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the award goes to..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SCw_-oYHcnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t0xEHvMzb7c/s1600-h/Labor+day+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200602014929089138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SCw_-oYHcnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t0xEHvMzb7c/s320/Labor+day+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SCw_-4YHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/o98gDsY-lxs/s1600-h/August+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200602019224056450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SCw_-4YHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/o98gDsY-lxs/s320/August+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, my name is Kelly. I am a mom, among many other things. I chose Mom of the Year for my blog title because simply, it is the farthest thing from the truth out there. It is something my girlfriends and I laugh about all the time and pass the award between us often. I want to be though, and of course, I'm sure my two very wonderful children, John and Ally, if asked, would say they think I am Mom of the Year hands down. They are bias and innocence is adorable when you are 5 and 8. I have not been that age for a very long time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also a wife, to Randy, a very wonderful father, extremely intelligent, VERY good looking, very UNDERSTANDING man. We have been together 21 years this June. Married for 13 in August. A Jr. High romance that has lasted the test of time. And yes, there have been test. A small few. The kind of test that you don't like to take, but you end up passing them and moving on to the next chapter in life. Growing much closer after each one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently pregnant with my third child. Another boy. His name is going to be Bret. I am so excited to have him here with us. I know he will complete our family. The missing piece. He is due in August by the way, but at the same time I question myself why I wanted to have another baby at 37. My body isn't as easily taken over like it was the last two times. I really shouldn't complain. I have had a perfect pregnancy till now. No morning sickness, which is typical for me, but my back is killing me. I have just gone through two weeks of chiropractic visits and I am no better. This was my first experience to the chiropractor and I am thinking it is not helping. Although, the continually growing body of mine is probably fighting all of the adjustments that I have had. I guess gaining 30 pounds to date, with 3 months more to go will have a strain on your back for sure. I'm sure I will talk much more about my pregnancy as the time goes on here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank my girlfriend Tammy &lt;a href="http://thopgood-mylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thopgood-mylife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for getting me on the blog wagon. I love to read hers everyday. It makes me laugh especially since I know her so well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078566758690350940-6597077642093510162?l=momoftheyear3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/feeds/6597077642093510162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2078566758690350940&amp;postID=6597077642093510162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/6597077642093510162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078566758690350940/posts/default/6597077642093510162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momoftheyear3.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-award-goes-to.html' title='And the award goes to..........'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016259275636053098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SMVmAeABDBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXwqhGqEArU/S220/Baby+152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_08fi89uVxzA/SCw_-oYHcnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t0xEHvMzb7c/s72-c/Labor+day+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
