<?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-4604223258240828504</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:41:04.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun'll come out... right?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2247164293298362060</id><published>2011-06-13T09:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:33:53.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We went out Friday night!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!  John and I went to the local bar/restaurant.  His friends were going there cause there was a good band playing.  We got there early and sat at a table.... had a drink.... ordered a little appetizer to split..... listened to the band.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, now what?  HA His friends were late and we are so old and out of the loop, we didn't know what to do with ourselves.  It was so funny.  What are you supposed to do in a bar?  I jokingly said, lets bail and go to a movie.  5 min later he says, I really want to go to a movie now.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  His friends got there and we left!  We didn't even say hi to them.  It was so funny.  We're really lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**We went to see Brides Maids.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!  It was hysterical.  If you haven't seen this movie, GO!  Just great, pee your pants funny, good time movie.  After, we went driving around trying to find a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts that was open and that may actually HAVE donuts.  I hate the fact that D&amp;amp;D stopped making the donuts in house.  So a lot of the times you'll go there late and they wont have donuts.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uhm&lt;/span&gt;, HELLO!!  The place is called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; DONUTS!!!  Which means, you should HAVE DONUTS!  We did end up finding one and got home about 2 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Woke up Saturday morning (way to early) and started making a list of all the things we needed to finish off Nick's NJ Project for school.  Went shopping and came home to get it done.  Half way through Nick says something about it being due Monday.  I said, no, it's due Wednesday.  We debate back and forth while I find the paper on it only to find out that it does have to be in Monday.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CRAPTASTIC&lt;/span&gt;!!  I really thought we would have more time.  But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NOOOoooo&lt;/span&gt;.  Now we're rushing like crazy to get this thing done.  He did a lot of it himself, but we had to really pitch in so it was done on time.  I worked Sunday and then came home and put in a couple extra hours to finish off the project.  But it was worth it.  It came out great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**We took a break from the project Saturday night to visit my friend.  She has a new baby and she's very tiny and so cute.  She also has a little girl who's almost 3 and she's adorable and loves playing with my kids.  Calli said to me earlier that day, "Momma, I wish you would have another baby."  After I stopped chocking, I informed her that was NOT going to happen and that's why mommy has friends who have babies so that I can play with them and give them back!  I don't have to deal with them when they're 4 and having a temper tantrum and talking back.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;, best of both worlds.  It was nice hanging with Shawna and her gang.  I miss adult conversations even if they revolve around the kids, it's still not talking TOO kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Today is cleaning day.  I had cleaned up last week, but due to NJ Project mayhem, it looks like a hurricane hit in here.  There's just stuff everywhere and you know John didn't clean anything!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ug&lt;/span&gt;, MEN!  Off to get started.  I'll be home if anyone feels like cleaning with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2247164293298362060?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2247164293298362060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2247164293298362060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2247164293298362060'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-3883759498851534860</id><published>2011-06-10T17:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T18:19:50.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a hot date tonight!!  I told Calli that and she said, you can't go on dates, you have a husband.  Yes you can, especially if it's your husband you're dating!  We're going out tonight!  And we're going out TOGETHER!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; This very rarely happens.  I go out, he goes out, but one of us is always stuck home with the kids.  Especially since our sitter has decided to grow up.  She's 17 now and she thinks she has the right to go out and have fun with her friends!  What's up with that crap?  Luckily, tonight she was free and we can go out and play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!  We're just going to a local place, but hey, we're out without the kids!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Crappy day at work today.  It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; dead and they had way to many servers on.  In 3 hours, I made 20.  I had them cut me an hour early cause it was pointless.  I hate days like that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Everyone who knows me knows that I have two black thumbs.  I kill everything.  So a few weeks ago I bought a really healthy looking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; plant in hopes of keeping it that way.  So far so good!!  I kept it in its pot and on the front steps so I see it every day and remember to water it.  John suggested planting it in the back yard, but I know if I do that, I'll forget about it, never water it and let it die.  So, here's my plan.  I bought a big pot to transplant it in so it has room to grow and keeping it on the porch.  Cross your fingers folks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Nick and I had the "talk" today.  I kept telling John that he needed to do it but he refused.  They gave them a talk about puberty at school today so I sat down with him to clear up any questions he might have had.  He seemed really embarrassed at fist but I think me being calm about it helped him.  I explained it all to him.  He did ask how sex worked and I told him.  I kept saying "This is not something you need to worry about for at LEAST 7 years!!" I'm not jaded.  I know my kids are not going to wait till marriage for sex.  They'll be teenagers like 95% of the rest of the world.  But LATE TEENS is my goal.  I stressed LOVE must be involved and all that jazz.  I tried to make him as comfortable as possible so in the future, if he ever needs to talk about something, he knows he can come to me.  I hope it works.  I was very technical, but kept it on his level.  He seemed to understand.  My gosh, I can't believe he's at this age already.  That he's even hitting puberty is CRAZY!!  My baby isn't a baby anymore.  :o(  Two more years and I'll be having this same conversation with Calli.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ug&lt;/span&gt;!!  Shoot me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off to get dolled up for my hot date!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-3883759498851534860?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/3883759498851534860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3883759498851534860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3883759498851534860'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2828311785045627462</id><published>2011-06-08T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:24:39.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Barry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manilow&lt;/span&gt; on The Talk yesterday (LOVE THAT SHOW).  I forgot how many of his songs I really like.  I actually love me some Barry.  BUT.... what the hell has he done to himself???  He's had so much plastic surgery he looks like he's dead.  Ya know when you go to a funeral and you see the body in the casket and their skin is tight and the makeup is caked on?  That's what his face is like.  And between that and all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;botox&lt;/span&gt;....  He was smiling and you couldn't even tell!  I hate when people do that to themselves.  Don't get me wrong, I don't mind plastic surgery for a lift here and there, but when you pull your skin so tight that you can't blink, that's too much.  I was really enjoying the music, I just did my best not to look at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a feel good moment at work today.  I had a couple of tables going.  One was a woman and her son who was handicapped and another was a group of guys, workmen on lunch.  When the guys were finished I gave them their check and one of the men asked for the ladies check as well.  I smiled and handed it to him.  He paid both checks, left me a hefty tip and asked that I not say anything till they were gone.  When the woman was done and asked for her check I told her the gentleman at the other table paid it already.  She looked at me and said "What?  Why?  Why would he do that??"  I said, "I have no idea, just smile and pay it forward."  She smiled, but I think she was in shock.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Who knows why he paid the bill.  Maybe he has a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disabled&lt;/span&gt; child of his own and knows the struggles, maybe he just won the lottery and picked a random table, maybe he was grateful the her child was the only kid in the place that wasn't screaming and he appreciated the behavior.  We'll never know.  But to that man... My hats off to you.  Learn a lesson from him my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May we all take a moment to try and make a random strangers life a little easier, whether it be paying the toll on the bridge for the guy behind you, picking up the check for a weary mom, or helping someone with their groceries.  A small act that makes someone smile can make you smile as well and warm your hearts for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2828311785045627462?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2828311785045627462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2828311785045627462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2828311785045627462'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-1224858416808552165</id><published>2011-06-08T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:18:37.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I'm out and about, doing my grocery shopping or what have you, I make sure I use the facilities before I leave home.  But on the rare occasion that I've had too much coffee or the shopping is taking longer then planned, I may need to use the loo.  On these occasions, I usually try to hold it for as long as possible in hopes of getting out of there and home to my own potty so as to not have to use the public rest room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hear Ye, Hear Ye!  To all of those who use the public restrooms:  It is a PUBLIC restroom, which means, more people than just YOU are going to be using it.  Now I understand that some of you have the crazy "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;, germs" fear of toilet bowls and refuse to sit even using the little paper sanitizer thingy.  So, you do the hover.  That's fine.  I have no problem with the hover.  The problem I have is now that you've hovered, you've proceeded to pee all over the seat.  And what do you do?  Do you have common courtesy and wipe the seat so the next person can use the facilities without being totally grossed out??  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NNNOOOoooooo&lt;/span&gt;  You pull up your pants and walk out like your urethra has perfect aim and would never allow a drop to spill in an unwanted area.  Never even bothering to consider the poor soul who while trying to hold it till she gets home has now waited too long and is about to pee her pants.  And she may just have too pee her pants because unlike the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoverers&lt;/span&gt;... some of us pee for longer periods of time and can not hover.  We MUST sit and there is someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; disgusting pee all over the seat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please note that I ALWAYS wipe the seat before I sit for two reasons.  1. To of course make sure the seat is (semi) clean and not wet and 2. that way you always know if there's toilet paper.  My point is this, If I'm about to pee myself, a quick wipe down is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  But when you now have to do a thorough cleaning and double to triple wipes because the seat is covered all while doing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;criss&lt;/span&gt; cross pee pee dance, you may not make it.  It is not fair to the sitters to have to suffer for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoverers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Please, if you are a hoverer.... If you sprinkle when you tinkle, please be neat and wipe the seat!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeeze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;louise&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is my public service announcement for the day.  Thank You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - FYI, I was able to hold it long enough to get a good wipe down.  No clothing was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pee'd&lt;/span&gt; on during the making of this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-1224858416808552165?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/1224858416808552165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1224858416808552165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1224858416808552165'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8850203574727603512</id><published>2011-06-07T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:46:20.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's hard to get to sleep when there isn't someone else in bed with you.  Don't get me wrong, I like having the entire bed to myself to spread out and I love not having to kick said other person to get them to stop snoring.  But, actually going into your empty room and getting in an empty bed is kind of unnerving.  John had to go to NC yesterday for work.  He'll be home tonight though, so I'll have someone to kick again.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha, I have this little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; woman who walks my road every day.  Good for her getting her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;.  She's gotta be in her 60's and she walks up and down and backwards.  But the funniest thing is she talks.  I assume that she has a blue tooth in and is talking to someone, but that is just an assumption.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I've never actually seen a blue tooth in her ear.  And boy does she get animated.  She gets to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yellin&lt;/span&gt;' in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; and it's hysterical.  Gotta love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of yelling.  Our neighbors across the street ... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whooo&lt;/span&gt; boy.  Can that woman scream!  I think she's right up there with John.  Either her kids are awful or really slow or something cause she's in there at 7:30 or so just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bustin&lt;/span&gt;' an aneurysm in her head screaming about teeth brushing and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bookbags&lt;/span&gt;.  The entire street can hear her with the windows open.  I sit out on the front porch and just listen.  Not because I'm nosey (although I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; am) it's more.... well, it makes me feel like a better mother.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Hey, I yell at the kids, don't get me wrong, but she's insane and her voice is very shrill.  I know she's a crazy busy woman.  I think at this point she has too much on her plate and she's lost her mind.  I pray I don't get that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So spring came and went in about 2 days flat.  I don't understand what's happening with the weather.  It's crazy.  We went from the 30's to the 90's almost instantly.  The next few days are supposed to be near 100.  It's insane.  BUT, the beginning of summer and the end of spring is a really good thing!  Not only is the beautiful weather here, but it means the END OF SPORTS!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;!!  No more running from this event to that one, practices, missing cleats, uniforms and hats.  No more 4 hour long track meets (that ones for John).  Calli has one or two more games and Nick is down to just his banquet.  It's a wonderful thing.  We can all take a deep breath and relax a little bit.  During the spring I get maybe one or two nights off a week.  The weekends are booked and it feels never ending.  Now it's a count down to the end of school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of school means some good things and some bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good: I no longer work during the week (the cost of a babysitter would negate any money I make).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad:  I loose that income. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Good: I get to sleep in a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad: I'll be woken to the screams of "NICK STOP IT!!" or "Mom, I'm hungry"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good:  We'll have time to do things out and about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad:  We wont have the money to do things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good: The kids will be able to play outside all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad:  The kids will tell me at least 100 times a day that they're bored and hungry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good:  We have a pool in the backyard so the kids can swim all they want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad:  They kids will tell me every day that they don't want to swim in our pool, they want to go to Allison's!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good:  I get to spend time with the kids that doesn't consist of us running from here to there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad:  I have to spend time with the kids while they try to kill each other for the next 2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So see, there's always a dark side to the bright side.  But.... HAPPY THOUGHTS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thoughts is my mantra.  The folks at the Cracker Barrel know not to get cranky around me cause they'll have me yelling it in their ears.  "Hey, none of that!  Happy Thoughts!"  Most of the time the response I get is, "Fuck your happy thoughts"... but, it always comes with a smile and I know I've cheered them up a little bit at least.  I'm the Mom there and guidance counselor.  I try to keep everyone happy as much as possible.  Cause when they're miserable, the whole place goes to hell.  Happy Thoughts make Happy People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta clean my house today.  That is my goal.  I've been sick for the last couple days and haven't been able to do much.  I did do the laundry and dishes, but that's about it.  Today is cleaning.  Mom's coming over tomorrow, so I need the house presentable.  I hate having people come over when the house is trashed.  BUT, I'm usually too lazy to clean it.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Hence, not many people come over.  Although, you're ALWAYS welcome to come over.  Just give me a little warning so I can shove everything in closets.  And know that it wont be "clean", just picked up enough to not need the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hazmat&lt;/span&gt; team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, enough procrastinating.  MUST CLEAN   &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BOOOooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8850203574727603512?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8850203574727603512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8850203574727603512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8850203574727603512'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-4524550176046009067</id><published>2011-06-06T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:35:40.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The "sicks" have hit our house.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ug&lt;/span&gt;.  I've been fighting a chest cold.  Yesterday, I was miserable.  If I coughed... OUCH!  I actually called out of work which I NEVER do.  Especially on a Sunday (my money day).  But John worked a lot of overtime this week, so it balanced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calli was starting to feel it last night and woke up pretty crappy this morning.  She didn't have a fever, so I sent her to school with instructions to go to the nurse if she's really miserable.  We'll see if she lasts the day.  I hate summer colds!  You should never get sick in the summer.  It ruins the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat at Nick's last track meet yesterday.  He did pretty well.  Track is not his thing.  He hates it and I think it was a one time deal.  But trying something new is always important.  He did improve over the season and that's great.  We left early though.  He had done some extra events so he didn't want to wait the hour or so for his last event (I didn't blame him).  We missed some interesting happenings though.  Apparently, during the down time in between events, some of the kids went into the woods and thought it would be fun to throw rocks into the parking lot.  They then played target practice with the cars!  They damaged 3 or 4 cars (two of which were coaches) and set off an alarm which brought people looking and got them busted.  Police were called and needless to say, our coach is PISSED!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine what the parents of those kids are feeling right now.  I'm sure they are freaking out.  I'm just glad it wasn't my kid!  Thank God!  I can say, NICK &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DIDN&lt;/span&gt;"T DO IT!  What were these kids thinking??  Throw rocks.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... Hit cars with them???? WHAT?  That's just crazy.  Unfortunately, I know that Nick is such a follower, that if he was there with them, he probably would have done it too.  So glad we left.  Although, Nick has to stay with us during meets because there is so much down time, he easily gets in trouble.  I used it as a teaching tool this morning though.  I told him what happened and then gave him a big long speach about it.  Basically, if you ever did something like that, this, this, this and this would happen. Blah blah blah, I'm sure I sounded like the Peanuts teacher by the end.  But hopefully it sunk it that doing something like that is NOT a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Denville&lt;/span&gt; street festival afterwards, but I was feeling so awful, I just wanted to go home.  We watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gnomeo&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Juliet which was cute and then John and I watched 127 Hours.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the movie about the guy that went climbing and the rock fell and caught his arm and he had to cut his arm off to save himself.  It was pretty intense.  Poor guy!!  Would I do that?  Would I say "Fuck it" and die there or would I be able to cut my arm off and walk out with my stump.  I don't know.  I don't think I would worry about the loss of the arm.  It would be the actual cutting off of the arm that would cause me pause.  I can't handle a stubbed toe!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, on a new tangent.... Like I said before, I went back and read all my old posts.  I talk a lot about how crappy my memory is.  Well, apparently that is correct, because I couldn't remember half of what I wrote!!  I'm laughing at all this stuff and reading it to John.  (He didn't remember some of it either so I didn't feel too bad).  Damn kids suck your brain cells out and they never regenerate!  I really need to keep up with the blog so I can look back at it when I'm in my 80's and know what I did!  My entire life is just a whisper in the wind.  What I really need is to have our lives on one of those reality shows.  Have cameras around us all the time so that its all caught on tape and we can never forget it.  Although... having everything we do and say on tape.... maybe not such a good idea.  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have more to say, but I think I've changed subjects enough for today.  More tomorrow.  Off to do laundry, yup, still have that to do constantly!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-4524550176046009067?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/4524550176046009067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=4524550176046009067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/4524550176046009067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/4524550176046009067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2011/06/sicks-have-hit-our-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2195708781656996078</id><published>2011-06-03T09:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:35:06.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Type</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's been almost 2 years since I've written my blog.  Two Years!!  That's just crazy.  A friend recently mentioned that he missed reading it so I thought I would run down memory lane and see what I wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just spent the last 2 days re-reading all my posts.  I think some of them are missing.  Especially the very first ones.  They're all gone, but that's all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang, I was a miserable son of a bitch, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; I?  I can't believe how down I was all time.  I didn't have many good things to say, although I did say it very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eloquently&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't realize how well I wrote.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do realize that most of this was written &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-surgery which would explain the depression and also that was not a great time for John and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, how times have changed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I wrote, we had just moved to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rockaway&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, we've been here two years now and are really happy.  I love this town.  Always have.  The kids are in school and are both doing great.  Nick started main stream school this year and really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John's working at a place he likes (so far).  He's not making great money, but enough.  I work part time at Cracker Barrel. I went back to my roots, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waitressing&lt;/span&gt;.  It works well for our schedule.  I work while the kids are at school and on Sundays.  During the summer, I only work Sundays.  How many jobs will let you do that???  None.  Our collars couldn't be any bluer at this point, but hey, we're the typical American family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've semi gotten our finances in order.  The house still hasn't sold in Byram.  Can you believe that!!  It's still sitting there.  Waiting for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;foreclosure&lt;/span&gt;, but we've just pretty much forgotten about it.  That's the past.  We've gotten most of our bills paid off (through the help of friends) and now we're trying to pay off those friends.  Always in debt I guess.  John was getting paid a lot last year with his last job (but insane hours) but the new job is a lot less.  At this point we are just getting by so of course, paying others off is going to take longer than we hoped.  But it WILL happen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;damnit&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt;!  At least at this point we're not stressing over whether we'll have money for the bills.  It's always there!  That's an amazing feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think being able to pay the bills has done a number on us.  It's changed our lives for the better.  John and I rarely fight anymore (not never, but rarely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) We're less stressed and just happier people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been at 150 pounds for almost 2 years now.  It's awesome.  I'm in a size 6.  Can you believe that?  From a 18 - 22 to a 6!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; Surgery!  I'm still not happy with my body though (of course).  I really want  a body lift!  Boobs, tummy, butt, arms.  I look really good in clothes, but naked.... not so much.  I look like the incredible melting woman.  It's sad, but hey, I look good in clothes.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mood is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; MUCH better.  I still have my days where I hate everyone and everything, but that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mostly&lt;/span&gt; my PMS times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, hopefully, I'll start this blog back up and running and have way better things to talk about... happier things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to work now.  More to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2195708781656996078?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2195708781656996078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=2195708781656996078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2195708781656996078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2195708781656996078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-time-no-type.html' title='Long Time, No Type'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8609552839602625990</id><published>2009-06-21T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:34:14.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; done unpacking.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not literally, but spiritually, I'm done.  I have spent all week busting my butt trying to get all this shit put away, plus working two of the days, it's been hectic.  I'm not done by a long shot.  I still have a ways to go and every time I think I'm almost done.... more boxes appear!  It's like some wicked kind of magic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had opened all the boxes and realized that the box with all John's work uniforms was missing.  I panicked.  I know there is nothing left at the other house except for the left over garage sale stuff, so it's not there.  I think I rechecked each box about 4 times... nothing.  After some careful thinking I came to the conclusion that someone must have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accidental&lt;/span&gt; placed that box in the attic.  Now, understand that I had just PACKED the attic.  Oh joy.  So yesterday I pulled everything out of the attic on a mad hunt.  TA &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;DAAAA&lt;/span&gt;, found them, thank God.  I also realized that the attic is ginormous!  So I was able to put it all back in a much more organized fashion.  OH, and after I had gotten a flashlight so I could see all the way to the back, I saw that the owners had left a big plasma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; in there... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PAYDIRT&lt;/span&gt;!!  WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;, how cool is that?!!?  Not so cool as it turns out.  I crawl back there only to realize that the screen is all smashed up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Darnit&lt;/span&gt;!  Oh well.  Anyway, the attic is all neatly put together.  Now I just have to find room for the rest of this crap.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've already found 4 large boxes of stuff to purge for garage sale.  That's good right??  Not to mention all the stuff I got rid of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-move.  I don't know how I became such a pack rat.  I like "things"!  Then when I'm done getting everything out of boxes, a lot of it has to be reorganized.  My kitchen is just not working for me.  I have to adjust a lot of stuff.  My goal is to have the house in order and presentable to the public by next weekend.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still have such a long to do list.  Finish Calli's kindergarten registration which includes getting a physical for her, and a birth certificate since hers is not where it's supposed to be.  Sign the kids up for the rec program so Nick can play football.  Sign them up for the reading program (which sign ups are tomorrow - someone remind me).  Figure out all our bills, set up the filing cabinet and get on a schedule.  And get Nick's social security forms filled out.  Now I know you don't care about any of this, but I'm writing it down for me not you, so you can ignore this paragraph.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  There's so much more... I think I need to sit and write it all out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy STRESS BATMAN.  Speaking of stress.  John's blood pressure has been through the roof and they have put him on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xanax&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh Yeah Baby!! Bought damn time.  Hopefully it'll calm him a little bit.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; forgot what I was just about to say... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;arg&lt;/span&gt;, it's probably cause I'm so damn tired.  A very crazy week, and then at Shell's till 3:30 or so and going to sleep about 4:30 and getting woken up at 7:30.  (all times are AM) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I don't work well on 3 hours of sleep.  I need at least 8.  So I'm wiped.  I really wanted to take a nap today, but it just didn't happen.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was father's day.  I got up and made John a big breakfast.  In the afternoon, we went to pick up our new friends.  Now I know I've said no more animals, but .... but,.... but.... as new members to mom's bird club, we were told about a couple that had 2 yellow hooded amazons that needed a home.  They were no longer home enough to care for them and wanted to find something better.  We went to see them and packed them up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  They are BIG talkers.  Holy crow.  They sing, they making kissing noises, say hello, night night (when they want their cover on to go to sleep) they say "I can talk, can you fly?" HA wise asses.  They have a 40 phrase vocabulary right now that we hope to expand on.  We were originally only going to take one, but they are said to be siblings and had been together since birth.  I feared the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; would kill them (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; possible in big birds).  So, we thought we'd try it out with the two and see how it goes, if it doesn't work, we'll find a home for one of them.  They are very sweet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;handelable&lt;/span&gt;.  Even being as scared as they were with the move, we were able to hold them.  Very cool.  We need to work on their names though.  I'm being told that at 6 years old, it's to late to change them, but Trinidad &amp;amp; Tobago... No thank you.  I told John maybe we'll just shorten them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Trinny&lt;/span&gt; and Tobby or something.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, fingers are cramping.  I will really try to post more often.  Cause, ya know, my boring life is just so captivating! HA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8609552839602625990?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8609552839602625990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8609552839602625990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8609552839602625990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8609552839602625990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sooooooo-done-unpacking.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2973584088412343532</id><published>2009-05-26T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:03:03.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can't believe I am saying this, but in approximately 2 1/2 weeks we will be moving BACK TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ROCKAWAY&lt;/span&gt;!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finally found a house to rent.  Single family, on a dead end street, fenced in yard and semi affordable.  I will most likely have to get a job or get the Mary Kay in gear to cover it, but I think we'll be fine.  Now the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt; begins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to change/cancel/connect all the utilities, register Calli for kindergarten, transfer Nick's school, change of address, renter's insurance, football registration..... Not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; trying to get this house all packed up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a full weekend and of course today I woke up, couldn't eat cause I had to get blood work done (surgery follow up), go do that, go to the bank to get the security deposit and drop that off to Rich.  By the time I was done, I had a RAGING headache.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wahhh&lt;/span&gt;.  So I came home and ate something and took a nap for an hour.  I still feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doodie&lt;/span&gt; though.  So no packing got done today.  Tomorrow I'll start.  Of course I have to find more boxes though, otherwise our entire house will be packed in small Mary Kay boxes that I got from clearing out Margaret's storage room.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're helping our friends Lea and Tom move this weekend and then our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;niece's&lt;/span&gt; birthday party is on Sunday, so that will blow some time.  The following weekend is the town wide garage sale... which works out since I was planning one for this weekend and then realized we wont be home for most of it.  So I'll try to get everything packed and then whatever is left will be sold.  Then the following weekend is move in.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EEEKKKK&lt;/span&gt;!!  (Allison, garage saleing with you is still on, I may just have to shorten my attendance time though, otherwise John will kill the children or sell them!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really happy, I just don't think it's sunk in yet that we're really moving.  I can't wait till it's done and I can get the kids settled.  Not to mention being only 2 minutes from Shell!  How cool is that?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone else is good.  Well, they are now at least.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; called me last week and told me they had an accident.  She tripped over the dog while carrying the baby and fell.  The baby hit his head and got a knot so they took him to the hospital.  Unfortunately, it turned out that he had fractured his skull.  Poor baby!  They sent him to the bigger hospital and kept him over-night running tests and so forth.  But all was well.  They sent him home the next evening with just "watch him" instructions and to come back in six weeks to check the fracture.  Of course Cassy was a mess, it being her first baby and him only being a month old.  I tried to calm her, but it's hard when you're 1,500 miles away.  Luckily it wasn't worse than it was and he's doing fine now.  But we were worried there for a while.  Love and prayers for little Madden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Otherwise.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jeeze&lt;/span&gt;, I'm reading My Sister's Keeper.  Not a good choice if you're a mom.  I swear I keep checking my kids for bruises and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they cough or something, I'm picturing chemo or something horrible.  I love to read.  Anyone who knows me knows I'm addicted really.  But I always seem to get so engrossed in a book that I can actually FEEL it.  I swear that when I read The Stand by Stephen King, I had a cold through the ENTIRE BOOK!  I'm such a dork.  This current book is really good.  I, unfortunately, skipped to the end like I always do and got a shock that I wasn't expecting.  I usually don't mind these surprises, but for some reason, this one hit me kinda hard and I'm not liking the fact that I'm getting closer and closer to that end.  I don't want it to end that way, but such is life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coffee break, please hold..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aaaahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;, yum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's freezing in my house.  Of course we have no heat, so when the air dips outside, it plummets inside.  It's about 55 in here now.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't wait to move!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, if anyone is around and available to help me pack for the next 2 weeks, feel free to stop buy, and if anyone is available the weekend of the 13/14 of June, come grab a box!!  Lunch will be served to all who help.  Nothing like my usual meals, sad to say, but I'm sure pizza and beer can be arranged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for now, I'm going to go bundle up in a blankey.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2973584088412343532?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2973584088412343532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=2973584088412343532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2973584088412343532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2973584088412343532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-believe-i-am-saying-this-but-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-1037560952230050232</id><published>2009-05-13T07:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:27:36.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate the sun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I don't really hate the sun, I just wish it would wait to rise until say, 9 AM.  You see, when the sun is up and bright at 6:30 in the morning, it goes right into my daughter's room and wakes the sleeping demon - I mean princess.  So then she is up when I'm trying to get Nick out the door.  Mayhem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ensues&lt;/span&gt;.  Plus, when she gets up that early, she gets really cranky in the afternoon and naps have seem to eluded her lately unless we're driving in the car.  Not to mention that there's also times that I'm just really tired in the morning and want to go back to sleep! Damn kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week seems to be "catch up with old friends" week.  Monday I had lunch with my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yesi&lt;/span&gt; which was fun.  She walked into the restaurant looked toward me and then kept looking around trying to find me!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; It was really good to see her.  Yesterday, I spent a few hours with my dear friend Donna.  I love that chick!  She's the best.  She's one of those friends that can always make you laugh until you cry even when you're desperately depressed.  She's a good one to keep around.  Who else wants to visit me???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I'm out of books!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ARG&lt;/span&gt;.  Now, I know most of you are saying, so what?  But let me tell you something.  I need my books!  I usually have at least 3 books running at a time.  I've read everything in my house.  My cousin is supposed to give me some, but I haven't gotten them yet.  I have my e-book, but I didn't really want to spend the money to order any for it right now.  I'll have to go on and see if there's any good deals to be had so I have something to read.  I actually want to check out Michael J. Fox's new book.  I saw the special they did based on it, but I'd love to read it.  It's all about how even though life has given him a very tart glass of lemonade, he's still the eternal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;optimist&lt;/span&gt;.  A big saying in the Mary Kay world is "What you think about, you bring about".  I do believe that.  I need to start thinking about living in a big house and paying hardly anything for rent!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that's what I'm off to do, find a good book to read.  Have a great day people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-1037560952230050232?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/1037560952230050232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=1037560952230050232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1037560952230050232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1037560952230050232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-sun-ok-so-i-dont-really-hate-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-6540892939527010764</id><published>2009-05-11T09:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:32:24.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here's some pics from Easter at my mom's house.  She has crazy deer that come right up to the house to eat and hang out.  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Although it was a great idea, financially it was a no go.  We would have been able to afford it, but the upfront costs would have wiped out our friends and that's just not an option.  So we're back to looking for something to rent.  We found something we want, in an area we want, but they turned us down because our credit was too low.  Damn credit!!!  So we're still on the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a tricky tray last week with the girls.  It was lots of fun and my luck held out.  I was the only one of us who won anything (sorry girls!).  I made out really well.  Actually, the kids made out really well.  I didn't win anything for myself!  I got a bunch of Thomas trains, which when I went online and added it up came up to over $160 worth!  I also got a basket of stuff for Calli which included &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; gear, a puzzle, a snow cone maker and some arts and crafts stuff.  I also won a a puppet theater and a couple of puppets.  Calli loves that.  It has a fake clock on the top and she keeps moving the hands and says, "The next show is in 5 minutes!"  She then makes everyone sit and watch her shows.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  They only last about a min, but are very cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, they had the NJ Pet Expo at the fair grounds and Mom's bird club was there so we went to see.  She had to do a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; and had brought her Cockatoo with her.  I ended up holding him most of the time.  He's the only one of her birds that I can hold and not fear that he'll take my face off.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I found out later that some chick was taking pics of me with him for the paper.  Check out the Daily Record folks, I may be in there!  I looked in yesterday's paper, but didn't see it.  After the expo, we took Mom out to Pub 517 (it's the sister restaurant to Pub 199 for you locals) for a Mother's Day dinner.  It's in a much prettier setting but has the same food and same prices.  Mom and I had lobster and steamers!  YUM!!!  Not that I could eat it all.  I ended up eating about a dozen steamers and a claw of the lobster.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I took the other claw home and gave Mom the tail.  It was Good Eats! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day Sunday, I woke up to John basically throwing a plate at me that had a scrambled egg on it and a piece of toast.  He was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; and said the kids were driving him nuts.  He wasn't feeling good and that's all I was getting.  I said, what about all the other stuff I bought?  The bacon? The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;croissants&lt;/span&gt;?  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hashbrowns&lt;/span&gt;?  The cinnamon rolls?  Nope, he didn't feel like cooking all that.  So eat what I had and like it.  I was so upset!  I started crying, said, "I can't believe you!  I had to go out and buy this stuff myself and you can't even cook it for me on Mother's Day?"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I REALLY woke up!!!  It was all a bad dream  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOLOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;  John walked in with a silver platter!  Holding all the yummy things I had purchased and a steaming cup of coffee.  He set me all up and then went back down with the kids to give me time to eat in peace.  Then a little later he and the kids joined me in bed and we watched a movie together.  It was very nice!  Later in the day, we all got dolled up and went to a play at the local playhouse.  The were doing the Never Ending Story.  It was so good.  The kids really enjoyed it.  I had a great time.  We stopped at the movie store to rent The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Neverending&lt;/span&gt; Story so the kids could see it, but they only made it through about a half hour before they were passing out.  We'll finish it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have an unemployment meeting (joy) and then I'm meeting an old co-worker/friend for lunch.  She hasn't seen me post-surgery, so this should be fun!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I love the shocked look on peoples faces when they see me.  Oh, I took some pics of me and the kids yesterday when we were all dressed up.  John had to run to get his phone fixed, so I took the kids out on the front porch for a photo shoot.  And the sweetest thing..... A women actually pulled over on the road and asked if I would like her to take a picture of all of us together.  How sweet is that!?!  The chick has some serious good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt;!  I didn't take her up on it (I didn't want her to have to waste her time and I was just taking some silly pics), but still!!!  Too nice.  I'll put them on here as soon as I can.  The dress I'm wearing in the pictures, I found in my closet.  It's a size 20, but it's the only dress I had and thank God it was a tie back.  There is so much material in the back, it looks pleated!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Plus I had to pin the cleavage together.  Hey, it worked in a pinch!  I really have to go buy a little black dress for just in case moments like these.  BTW, if anyone fits in a 20 and would like the dress I'm wearing, let me know, it's yours!  It's really comfy and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's it for now, must go shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8385014929102221744?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8385014929102221744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8385014929102221744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8385014929102221744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8385014929102221744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-house-buying-thing-isnt-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-6698171057469984528</id><published>2009-04-29T07:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:54:49.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reminded last night that I have been seriously shirking my blogging duties, so I thought I'd send out an update. It's been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; crazy here, I can't even tell you. &lt;p&gt;So, I was supposed to spend last weekend in Florida, house hunting. I didn't go. About a week before I was to leave, Shelly (my best friend) came over to spend some quality time. (That "impending move" sadness) We were even working out having her come down with me. As the kids ran around the house playing, we talked. Then she asked why we didn't just rent in NJ. I explained that it was too expensive. We looked at some listings on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and somehow the conversation got turned to buying a house, which we obviously can't do since our credit is so screwed and the bank is about to take this one away. So out of the blue, she says, what if we buy a house and you can rent from us..... WHAT??? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? Tim would never go for that. She said, Hell, it's worth a shot. She called him and explained and do you know, he said yes. Just like that, Sure, why not. SHOCK!!! I can't even tell you how I felt.  How nice it was too have friends who love you that much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scouring&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; looking for something cheap enough. We enlisted Rich to do his realtor duties and get us into some houses. We did a few days worth of drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bys&lt;/span&gt;. The first one we went into wasn't horrible, but it needed a ton of work, not to mention the underground oil tank that looked like it had liquid in it (not a good thing).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second one... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whoooo&lt;/span&gt; boy. It was a decent house, and a really nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of property. Not in the best area, but beggars can't be choosers. So anyway, we go to the house, knock on the door and someone answers.... no one speaks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, no big deal. We walk in to see/hear a SCREAMING little naked boy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so he had on undies, but the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;speedo&lt;/span&gt; type so naked is a good call) He was running through the house, screaming and throwing cars across the floor, at windows and I may have ducked once. Then the smell hit us smack in the face. They had just cooked dinner which was some sort of .... uh.... ??food?? I'm not sure. It was a big mass of brown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;liquidy&lt;/span&gt; stuff on a plate with some beans floating in it. I don't know, but it smelled awful. We go into the bedroom to find a bed, into another bedroom to find 2 more beds. Then upstairs to find a lot more beds, 1 guy, 3 women and 4 kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. It wasn't to bad, needed work, but it was alright. We thought we'd go look in the basement to check plumbing and so forth. The only access is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bilco&lt;/span&gt; doors on the outside. Rich opens the doors, walks down the stairs, opens the main door and SURPRISE!! There's people down there. There were like 4 more beds and 3 or 4 more guys down there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;IMMIGRATION&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! Holy cow. If that wasn't bad enough, someone was upstairs taking a shower and ALL the water was pouring directly down into the basement into a make-shift bucket that was overflowing onto the floor. NICE! This property had a small garage that we couldn't get in, a two car garage that was packed with crap including a large construction machine thingy and then a shed in the back that was stacked almost to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; with garbage, like actual garbage. YUCK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's so much fun looking at houses. Cause no matter how bad you think your house is, there's always one worse!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We now have our eye on a place in Dover. It's vacant (THANK GOD!), it's old and needs some work but not nearly as bad as the other two. Aunt Irene, it's like our old Dover house with the walk up attic made into bedrooms and then the actual attic off one of them. It's got a fenced in yard and is on a much nicer street. So, right now we're waiting for the mortgage chick to get back to Shell on all the financing stuff. Cross your fingers everyone. Cause if we don't find something soon.... we'll be knocking on your door with suitcases in hand. HA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; not kidding!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had someone come look at our house on Friday, he then came back on Sunday and the realtor told me he really liked it and would probably be putting in an offer this week. Still no word on that. Ho hum, I'm really hoping this house sells instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;foreclosing&lt;/span&gt;. That would make it a lot easier for us to get out of the hole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On some really happy news.... I am a GREAT AUNT!! Cassy had her baby on Saturday, April 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 12:19am. She was lucky to have our genetics. She had barely any labor pains and went only an hour and a half from the time it started with her water breaking to pushing him out. No drugs, to ripping or tearing. The doctor didn't even make it, he was delivered by the nurses. Madden James was 6lbs, 9oz and 19in long. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;YAYAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330078060754842082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/Sfg9wZxlMeI/AAAAAAAABAc/EbWv2H-u6SQ/s320/Madden+James.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't he cute!!  I can't tell who he looks like.  I think he's a daddy's boy at this point.  But he's so tiny, we'll have to wait until he gets some meat on his bones to really tell.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where we're at right now.  Still up in the air, but STAYING IN NEW JERSEY!!  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;HOOooo&lt;/span&gt;!!  Cross all your fingers and toes, say a prayer to God or Ala or whomever, do a fire dance, I don't care, just send us some good vibes people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-6698171057469984528?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/6698171057469984528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=6698171057469984528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6698171057469984528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6698171057469984528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-reminded-last-night-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/Sfg9wZxlMeI/AAAAAAAABAc/EbWv2H-u6SQ/s72-c/Madden+James.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-7860843540271354036</id><published>2009-04-05T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:57:04.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just made the best Beef Barley Soup EVER!!  And of course it was a total accident like most of my food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pot roast for dinner.  Did the normal deal with that, floured and seasoned the meat, shoved some garlic into it, seared it with oil, added water half way up and threw a lid on it.  Oh, I threw in a couple beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bouillon&lt;/span&gt; cubes in it too.  An hour or so later, I tasted the broth and it was very bland so I added salt, pepper and some garlic salt.  A while later I added chopped onion, fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; and carrots.  Let it finish cooking.  When it was done there was a ton of liquid left so I went to make gravy with it.  Added some flour but as it was thickening, I was thinking of soup.  So I didn't let it get to thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dinner was over, I took all the left over meat, chopped it up, threw in all the left over carrots, added a half a bag of barley and some more water.  I then turned the stove back up and walked away.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uhmmmm&lt;/span&gt; and forgot about it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OOOPPSSS&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;.  When the kids came in for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;/vitamins at bed time, I walked into the kitchen and said, OH CRAP!!  I ran over to it and discovered that unstirred barley burns to the bottom of the pan.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt; again.  So I dumped it into another pot and scrapped the unburnt layer off the bottom of the pan and put it in the other.  I stirred and tasted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WAAPOW&lt;/span&gt;!!  IT WAS AWESOME!  HA, gotta love oopses.  I'll have to make sure to burn it every time I make it now.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, or maybe just figure out how to make it taste like that without burning it.  Oh man, that's so much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the kids from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;inlaws&lt;/span&gt; today (they slept over last night) and took them to the park.  I ran home and got the bat and ball and we played that for a while.  I climbed through all the playground and even went down the slide (it was nice to fit on it).  We had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while the kids were at grandma and grandpa's, John and I went with the gang to a tricky tray.  It was lots of fun.  We won a bunch of games and a basket of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; food, pasta, sauces, dipping oil.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yummo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, jumping around on times here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to drop the kids off, we were chatting in the car and I can't remember what exactly was said (mommy brain) but my dear, sweet daughter ...  Something was said about "10 years ago" and Calli says "10 years ago?  That's when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt; were here, isn't it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt;?"  Oh my lord in heaven, Yes honey, I used to ride the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt; to work every day.  Those damn things crapped everywhere and were so loud.  Not to mention that you had to keep them from eating you on the way.  Oh boy, I'm old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine what it will be like when our kids have kids?  I mean, so much has changed in just my life time.  Our kids don't know what a black and white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; is, or what it's like to GET UP to change the 13 channels you had to choose from.  They don't know what a rotary dial telephone is or how to go a day without a cell!  They don't know what it's like to have no choice but to go outside and play cause there sure as hell wasn't anything to do in the house.  They will never know the joy of sitting in the "way back" of the station wagon that has the roll down rear hatch window.  (Thank God Mom never had an accident with us back there.)  They wont know that computers were for rich people and even if you did have one, it was only really used for book keeping or typing letters since DOS didn't offer up easy game play.  No i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt;, no cell phones, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;IPods&lt;/span&gt;, no game systems.  Just pure, unadulterated sunshine, air, a bike, or a bat and ball.  Sometimes I think how nice it would be to go back to that, and then I reach from my cell to call and tell someone.  HA  I don't think so!  Time marches on.  What will this world look like in another 20 years.  I can't even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really rambled on there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-7860843540271354036?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/7860843540271354036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=7860843540271354036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7860843540271354036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7860843540271354036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-made-best-beef-barley-soup-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8224614969547258997</id><published>2009-04-01T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:10:46.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shockingly, I'm actually feeling a little better about the move.  I spent Monday on the phone with folks from the FL board of education.  I got the right people this time and got to hear the things I needed to hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are well prepared for all of Nick's needs.  They will evaluate his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; as soon as I get it to them and work on placement.  They said that if the school district I am in does not have the services he requires, I can put him in any of the other public schools I want.  Most of the public schools offer special programs for kids like Nick.  If that is also not appropriate, they have Charter schools that he can go too which are even more specialized.  If neither of these systems will work for him, then he can go to a specialized school as a last resort (that's the one you have to get scholarships for).  Both women I spoke with were very well informed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By some miracle, the weekend that I will be down there house hunting is the same weekend that they are having an Autism Festival.  In going to this, I will be able to meet most of the teachers, the doctors in the area, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt;, the therapist, the people who run summer programs, basically everyone that I will need for his care, treatment and education will be at this event.  How perfect is that!!  It made me relax &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much, I can't even tell you.  It was like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.  It took me 6 + months and a nervous breakdown when I had to find him all that the first time.  The thought of having to do that again was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;daunting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm still not 100% happy about this move, I'm at least not panicking that it will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt; decision for Nick.  I think that was my biggest fear.  He's doing so well in this school and finally had all his treatment in place, I was terrified to change that.  But it looks like it will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PHHHeeewwwww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my only distress is to leave my friends and family.  I can't tell you how much it hurts.  I can't imagine not being able to go over to Shell's for no reason (which I plan to do today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;) or do game night, work out with Lea every morning, or have my mom stop over after work, or go to her house for the day so the kids can race around the yard and feed the deer.  But, the phones work.  I plan to be a telephone nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I have gone over and over it in my head.  I have tried my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;damndest&lt;/span&gt; to figure out how we could stay, but it's just not an option.  I would have to get a full time job, which wouldn't be a big deal except for the fact that Calli starts Kindergarten in Sept. so I would have to be allowed an 1 1/2 for lunch to pick her up and drop her off.  Not to mention that Nick can not go to an after school program so I would have to be home by 3:30.  No one will hire me to work from 8:30 - 2:30 with an hour and a half lunch and still pay me over $45,000 a year.  It just wont happen.  So the decision is made.  And although it wont make everyone happy, it's the only option there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be happy for me.  Encourage me.  Tell me all the great things about living in FL.  Send me happy vibes about all of it cause if everyone keeps telling me that we can't go cause they'll miss us, I'm going to cry for the next 2 months straight!!  HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8224614969547258997?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8224614969547258997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8224614969547258997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8224614969547258997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8224614969547258997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/04/shockingly-im-actually-feeling-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-7614580806241531971</id><published>2009-03-30T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:31:18.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I will never peal a potato again!!  Check this out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4W0qIPJmoo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4W0qIPJmoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-7614580806241531971?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/7614580806241531971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=7614580806241531971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7614580806241531971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7614580806241531971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-never-peal-potato-again-check.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-3833998633103342249</id><published>2009-03-26T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:52:03.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At first I thought my gloom and doom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; were to be paid attention too.  Like something was going to happen.  Then I thought, Oh you know what, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PMSing&lt;/span&gt;, which usually gives me that gloom and doom feeling.  Then I find out from other family members that I'm not alone.  My one cousin saw the spirit of one of our Great Aunt's (who has not passed yet, by the way), my sister has been having dreams of our old home town and a lot of fighting and general bad feelings, my other cousin in CA has even been feeling off and that something is about to happen.  So far, my Godmother's long time boyfriend (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loooonnnngggg&lt;/span&gt; time) passed away suddenly.  That's one.  It comes in threes around here.  I hate the waiting.  Although I don't want anything bad to happen, when I know it's going too, I just want to get it over with.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately.  I realized that even with all John's bitching about the lack of his sleep, he's still getting almost twice as much as I am.  I'm always tired during the day and then at night, I'm wide awake.  I can't seem to fall asleep.  I'm usually up till around 1am and then I have to get up with Nick at 6:30.  5 1/2 hours sleep just doesn't do it for me.  I've tried taking sleeping pills, but I'm so sensitive to medicine that, yes it knocks me out, but then I can't get up!  Yesterday, I was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; tired.  After dinner, I took a nice, extremely hot bath.  John was so sweet.  He came in with candles and turned down all the lights for me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;.  He even gave me a back rub.  I don't know if it was the bath, the massage or the complete lack of sleep, but by 10 pm I was out!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; me!  And I got up this morning and didn't feel like I had to go back to sleep or fall over.   Those extra few hours did me good.  Now if only I could figure out how to do that every night without having to take baths and get massages (not that I minded!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last night we had a super yummy dessert!  I had run to the store for ketchup (meatloaf night) and I saw that they had strawberries on sale and they looked good.  They also had those little sponge cake rounds things that they always have with berries to make like strawberry shortcake.  I looked at the label and saw that there was a TON of sugar in those so was about to change my mind when I saw sugar free ones!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;  I also found sugar free (calorie free, fat free, everything free) chocolate dipping sauce.  I know that sounds like it would be gross, but it's made by the company that makes some of my favorite salad dressings which are also free of everything so I thought I would try it.  And I grabbed some spray cool whip (which has less than 1 gram of sugar in it).  So I sliced up the strawberries and sprinkled a little of a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sweetener&lt;/span&gt; I found (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;viu&lt;/span&gt; or something... just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;splenda&lt;/span&gt; but doesn't have the funky after taste).  After dinner I took my little cakes, scooped some chocolate sauce in the center, topped it with the berries and the whipped cream and VIOLA!!  A completely yummy dessert with only about 5 grams of sugar (natural berry sugars).  The kids skipped the berries.  Calli likes strawberries, but didn't want to mix them with the other stuff and Nick doesn't like them at all.  So they just had the cake, chocolate and cream.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; yummy I can't even tell you.  Which only proves that I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PMSing&lt;/span&gt; because all I can think about is eating!  And that sucks cause I can hardly eat anything!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WAH&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 More pounds until I hit the 100 pound weight loss mark!  Sooner or later.  I need to start working out more.  We had to take off most of last week because the kids were home sick and of course I can't seem to get my ass in gear to do it by myself.  Damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt; broke!  Anyway, I hope to find a cheap gym to join once we move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off to dress my kid so we can go do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aforementioned&lt;/span&gt; work out.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-3833998633103342249?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/3833998633103342249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=3833998633103342249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3833998633103342249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3833998633103342249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-first-i-thought-my-gloom-and-doom.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-1995165399177307664</id><published>2009-03-21T08:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:33:56.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; crazy morning.  I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with my old ex-friend (strange) that we were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rockaway&lt;/span&gt; (my old home town) and watching some kind of dancing parade at my old school.  Then we walked back to my old house and we were drinking beer (strange, I don't drink beer).  When I woke up, my head was pounding like I had a hangover.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My head was pounding so bad I thought I would take a hot shower.  As I was in the shower, I just had this feeling of impending doom.  When I got out, I looked in the mirror and my face had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exploded&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;rosacea&lt;/span&gt;.  That usually only happens when I'm severely stressed.  I went out and smoked a ciggy and all these thoughts started racing through my head.  Like, I had to call my sister to tell her that our Aunt died.  Then it switched to my Mom died and I had to plan her funeral.  That people were calling about the house and I was just telling them I couldn't deal with that right now because my mother had just passed away.  I was thinking about how I was going to tell my sisters, how I was going to put it all together.  I then started yelling at myself to stop thinking like that (I believe in that whole think about, bring about thing).  But that sense of something horrible about to happen wont leave me.  I just kept thinking, you need to call Mom right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did call her and she's fine, but in my family, when people feel that something bad is going to happen, we go on red alert because we're usually right.  I'm only about 50/50 on my feelings unless it's a cop up ahead on the road, then I'm always right, but the rest of the women in my family are usually dead on.  So the word is being spread to see if anyone else is feeling it.  My sister Joanne is usually the first one to feel it, but it's too early to call her right now.  I'm hoping this is one of my off feelings cause this one is bad, very bad.  I don't like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off that subject.  On to my sick house.  Nick was sick with fevers and a cough the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the week.  Then John got a cold.  Mostly congestion, but of course he's dying!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; MEN!  Now Calli's got a cough and she said this morning that she has a tummy ache and a headache.  Nick still has a nasty cough, but no more fevers.  John's still dying.  Oh lord.  I pray I don't get it.  My house would fall down if I was sick.  God forbid MOM gets sick!  Although, I have to say, I kinda like it when the kids are sick.  They're so calm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;snuggly&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I know.  I'm a horrible mother, but all you mom's out there are thinking the same thing, don't deny it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My house is cold this morning.  We're almost out of wood.  Probably only have a day or so left, but I really don't want to have to pay for another cord.  I don't think we're going to need it and I don't want to waste the money.  Of course, you know what's going to happen.  We don't get anymore and then the temp drops to nothing for the next month and we freeze.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.  At least we haven't run out this year.  One of our neighbors has been getting it for us, and cheap to boot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well, I guess I should go do something with my disaster of a house.  My poor daughter hasn't had any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jammas&lt;/span&gt; in a week or so cause she only has a couple that fit and they're all in the laundry that I've been desperately avoiding.  Maybe if she didn't change pj's 15 times a day, she would have them to wear at night!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-1995165399177307664?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/1995165399177307664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=1995165399177307664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1995165399177307664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1995165399177307664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-totally-crazy-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8064065128604587741</id><published>2009-03-16T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:15:48.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Casino Night was lots of fun as usual.  They had a ton of great food and double the prizes as last year.  But there was also double the people so I didn't really get a lot of play time in.  It was nearly impossible to find an open seat!  The rest of the gang played craps all night, but I'm not really good at that game.  We did a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hold'um&lt;/span&gt; and black jack.  Unfortunately, we didn't win anything.  Shell and Tim and Allison cleaned up though!!  Allison won a month of gymnastics at the place where Calli goes (the same prize I won last year) and she was sweet enough to give it to me!  Very awesome!  Shelly won a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;godiva&lt;/span&gt; basket, tickets to a kids play place, dinner at the Mohegan Sun and a casino night (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt; COOL! - they bring in the tables and a croupier and everything for you).  They last two were from the big ticket prizes.  They were very lucky.  Of course I would have liked to win some stuff, but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  It was still a fun night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to a birthday party for one of my mom's co-workers kids on Saturday night.  It was a little weird.  First, we didn't know anyone there.  Then, they asked that all the kids get dressed up.  Like formal dress.  And the party didn't start until after 6pm, kinda late.  They had a ton of food which was all good and some of it was really spicy.  The father is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jamaican&lt;/span&gt; so there was a lot of that kind of food.  They also had a live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jamaican&lt;/span&gt; band, who by the way, were outstanding.  They sang everything, not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reggae&lt;/span&gt; and let me tell you, you would have thought they were playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cd's&lt;/span&gt;.  Yeah, that good!   By 10pm, we left.  It was just getting too late and we were all tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was an easier day.  We cleaned for a showing that lasted all of 2 minutes.  John fixed my car, brakes and something with the cat converter that was all busted up.  I took the kids to go see the Oscar Mayer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wiener&lt;/span&gt; Mobile!  The kids played outside for a little while until Nick came in saying he was tired.  20 min later I go upstairs to find him passed out in his bed.  Wow, I thought, Mom must have really worn him out.  When he woke up later, he was running a high fever and had a very painful cough.  Oh boy, not worn out, sick.  Great!  This morning I got up and checked his temp again and it was back up, so I sent him back to bed and called him out of school.  Right now he's just laying on the couch looking miserable.  Poor kid.  We'll see if I can get his fever down.  I don't really want to take him to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. just so they can tell me he has a cold.  That's so annoying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, let's just cross our fingers that no one else gets it.  Ta For Now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8064065128604587741?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8064065128604587741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8064065128604587741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8064065128604587741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8064065128604587741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/03/casino-night-was-lots-of-fun-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-738514578447055942</id><published>2009-03-10T13:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:38:59.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need your help</title><content type='html'>My dearest friend Michelle makes these wonderful cakes (as you know!).  She would love to start a business doing it but is having trouble with the pricing issue.  Below is a link to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; photo album with pictures of some of her cakes.  If you could please go on there and set a price for each cake so we can kind of average out and get a better idea of what she should charge.  Please BE HONEST!  Don't worry about her feelings or any of that.  She wants your honest opinion of how much you think a cake like that should cost.  And don't let other people's prices bias you either.  State you're own opinion.  Don't worry about the first few cakes.  Those are from when she was just learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, BOY has she improved!  Pretty much just look at the ones I posted prices too.  Happy pricing and thanks for your help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she opened this up to the public, so the link should work.  Please let me know if it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/album.php?aid=16152&amp;amp;id=1055700268"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/album.php?aid=16152&amp;amp;id=1055700268&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-738514578447055942?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/738514578447055942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=738514578447055942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/738514578447055942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/738514578447055942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/03/need-your-help.html' title='Need your help'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8837318108788709622</id><published>2009-03-10T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:30:21.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know you're a paranoid mother when....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, Calli, John and I were sitting on the couch.  We were just playing and talking and I notice a very ugly looking mole on Calli's neck just below her jaw line.  I touch it and feel that it's very raised and realize that it wasn't there a day or two ago.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; got very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; and planned to call the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. first thing in the morning.  John looked at it and agreed that it was unusual.  After a minute or two he called her over to look at it again.  Then said to me, what did she have for lunch?  I said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pb&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;j.  He then proceeds to scrape off the "mole".  Seems it was just a bit of jelly.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, oops.  I guess maybe it's better to jump to a conclusion concerning your kids health then to not notice at all.... right???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of Calli, the child NEVER STOPS TALKING!  Mom said I was like that too and now I wonder how the hell that woman is sane at all.  My God!  It's just non-stop.  She can talk about anything, and if she doesn't have a subject, she starts making up stories.  It amazes me what she comes up with.  Lately, I've just been sitting there watching her talk and watching the faces she makes (which are hysterical).  She has such an imagination.  I really have to try to get some of it on tape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's so unlike Nick.  Nicky never really had an imagination.  He never made up stories or played games like that.  I'm sure it's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aspie&lt;/span&gt; thing, but it could also be a boy thing.  I feel like I've lost touch with him lately.  He comes home from school and vanishes to his room.  He doesn't really talk to me anymore.  Even on the weekends, it's like he's lost in his own little world upstairs building &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;, which he's amazing at.  He comes down all proud of himself for what he's made.  It's great, but I feel like I've lost him a little bit.  I don't know how to interact with my kids.  I don't know what to do with them "together" that would be fun for me too.  I don't remember being one of those "imagination" kids like Calli.  So when she wants to play like that, I actually don't know what to do.  Weird.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if anyone out there has activities that I can do with the kids that we can all enjoy and doesn't cost anything, fire away.  I'm hoping that when we're in a warmer climate we can be outside playing sports and stuff. (HA!! Did you hear that?  ME wanting to play sports!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the park on Sunday and that was fun.  Nick brought his scooter and while John took Calli into the play area, Nick and I did a lap around the entire park.  I had to run most of the way to keep up with him, and I didn't die.  It was really nice.  Before we left, we all went around again.  John was so out of breath and I was fine.  Hee hee, I told him, from now on whenever he wants a snack or to eat garbage, to remember that walk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weight update, I'm down to 167 - that's 90 pounds folks.  My work out buddy injured her back so we haven't been able to work out (starting again today).  And of course I can't seem to get myself to move without her.  Although, I've been helping my friend Margaret clear up and organize her Mary Kay stock room and that was a little bit of a work out.  Standing for hours and lots of bending.  I felt muscles I didn't know I had! Hopefully I can get myself back on track now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off to my workout.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8837318108788709622?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8837318108788709622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8837318108788709622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8837318108788709622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8837318108788709622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-youre-paranoid-mother-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2403620356197318954</id><published>2009-03-09T11:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:45:14.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just incase you were wondering why I'm moving.... Here's an email my mom sent that's floating around about the joys of living in NJ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living in Northern New Jersey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aug. 12 - Moved into our new home in Northern New Jersey . It is so beautiful here.. The hills and river valleys are so picturesque.. I have a beautiful old oak tree in my front yard. Can hardly wait to see the change in the seasons. This is truly God's Country. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oct. 14 – New Jersey is such a gorgeous place to live, one of the real special places on Earth; I guess that’s why they call it the Ga rden State . The leaves are turning a multitude of different colors. I love all of the shades of reds, oranges and yellows, they are so bright... I want to walk through all of the beautiful hills and spot some white tail deer. They are so graceful; certainly they must be the most peaceful creatures on Earth. This must be paradise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nov. 11 - Deer season opens this week. I can't imagine why anyone would want to shoot these elegant animals. They are the very symbol of peace and tranquility here in New Jersey . I hope it snows soon. I love it here! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dec. 2 - It snowed last night.. I woke to the usual wonderful sight: everything covered in a beautiful blanket of white. The oak tree is magnificent. It looks like a postcard. We went out and swept the snow from the steps and driveway..The air is so crisp, clean and refreshing. We had a snowball fight. I won, and the snowplow came down the street. He must have gotten too close to the driveway because we had to go out and shovel the end of the driveway again. What a beautiful place. Nature in harmony. I love it here! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dec.. 12 - More snow last night. I love it! The plow did his cute little trick again. What a rascal. A winter wonderland. I love it here! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dec. 19 - More snow - couldn't get out of the driveway to get to work in time. I'm exhausted from all of the shoveling. And that snowplow! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dec. 21 - More of that white sh*t coming down. I've got blisters on my hands and a kink in my back. I think that the snowplow driver waits around the corner until I'm done shoveling the driveway. A$$hole. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dec. 25 - White Christmas? More freakin' snow. If I ever get my hands on the sonofabitch who drives that snowplow, I swear I'll castrate him. And why don't they use more salt on these roads to melt this crap?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dec. 28 - It hasn't stopped snowing since Christmas. I have been inside since then, except of course when that SOB "Snowplow Harry" comes by. Can't go anywhere, cars are buried up to the windows. Weather man says to expect another 10 inches. Do you have any idea how many shovelfuls 10 inches is ?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan. 1 - Happy New Year? The way it's coming down it won't melt until the 4th of July! The snowplow got stuck down the road and the sh*thead actually had the balls to come and ask to borrow a shovel! I told him I'd broken six already this season. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan. 4 - Finally got out of the house.. We went to the store to get some food and a goddamn deer ran out in front of my car and I hit the b*stard. It did $3,000 in damage to the car. Those beasts ought to be killed. The hunters should have a longer season if you ask me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan. 27 - Warmed up a little and rained today. The rain turned the snow into ice and the weight of it broke the main limb of the oak tree in the front yard and it went through the roof. I should have cut that old piece of sh*t into fireplace wood when I had the chance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;May 10 - Took my car to the local garage. Would you believe the whole underside of the car is rusted away from all of that damn salt they dump on the road? Car looks like a bashed up, heap of rusted cow sh*t. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;May 23 - Sold the car, the house, and moved to Florida . I can't imagine why anyone in their freakin' mind would ever want to live in the God forsaken State of New Jersey .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2403620356197318954?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2403620356197318954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=2403620356197318954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2403620356197318954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2403620356197318954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-incase-you-were-wondering-why-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8219346973624959116</id><published>2009-03-06T07:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:50:41.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ya know, I have my moments when this move seems like a really bad idea. Where the thought of leaving family and friends and my house is heatbreaking. I had that moment 2 nights ago. Lying in bed, crying. And then.... something happens to remind me why we're leaving. The next morning I woke up, got in the shower, washed my hair, put in conditioner and POOF, no more water. That's right folks, the pipes froze AGAIN!! 2 days without water this time. It finally came back yesterday afternoon. Although I still have my doubts, things like this dull them quite a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's Friday! If you haven't signed up for Casino Night, today is the LAST DAY to do it. Please come, it'll be loads of fun, I promise!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a lot of catch up to do. Since we didn't have water, I have a ton of dishes and laundry that need to be done. Yippeee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after all that snow last weekend... this weekend it's supposed to be in the 60's! WTF? I don't get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else??? I don't know.  I can't think straight today, I'm so tired!  Off to run some errands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8219346973624959116?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8219346973624959116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8219346973624959116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8219346973624959116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8219346973624959116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/03/ya-know-i-have-my-moments-when-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-5401946482977073581</id><published>2009-03-02T14:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:35:18.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The speech was no big deal people.  It's just kind of a visual for the people attending.  When you're really fat, it's hard to picture yourself as thin.  So seeing people come in who have had the surgery and seeing their before pictures, really helps them decide.  It was really like a 15 min thing with a couple other post op people.  You didn't miss anything, I promise.  LOL  Well, you missed me showing off my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked my flight this morning.  YAYAY!!  I feel better knowing that's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pics from today.  Damn winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-5401946482977073581?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/5401946482977073581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=5401946482977073581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5401946482977073581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5401946482977073581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/03/speech-was-no-big-deal-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-3528198766879460429</id><published>2009-03-02T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:04:15.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And you wonder why we're moving south???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 inches and counting (notice me with the ruler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SawtqrU6VvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/7QfX81jXCFk/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SawtqrU6VvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/7QfX81jXCFk/s400/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/Sawtq8ruF7I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/LNVU-LZzw7g/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/Sawtq8ruF7I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/LNVU-LZzw7g/s400/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SawtrTTi_SI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/i5meTRHKTbQ/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SawtrTTi_SI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/i5meTRHKTbQ/s400/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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I was feeling kinda off yesterday, but put it down to PMS. Today I woke up with a headache (never a good start) and then everything I ate made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pukey&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure it's PMS plus lack of following the rules. Not enough protein, not enough vitamins, not enough fluids, all that jazz. I took my vitamins and drank a shake today, plus I drank a bunch of water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arizona&lt;/span&gt; tea (diet of course). Now I just have to make sure I do it every day. I really need to get my ass in gear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went for my check up with the surgeon on Monday and he was pretty pleased with me (except for the vitamins and protein). He invited me to speak at their seminar. So Wednesday I did just that. I went to the seminar that I went to before my surgery where they tell you everything about it. I stood up there and told them what I'd done in the last 6 months. (the good and the bad) I brought my before pictures too. I even showed off my ass!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, hell, it's a lot smaller than it was. Afterwards, people came up to me and thanked me and asked some questions. It was nice. Kind of an ego booster but also helps them too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm booking my flight from FL for the end of April. Of course when I wanted to go is the weekend after Easter and the prices were doubled!! Damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thieves&lt;/span&gt;! Then I was thinking the weekend before Easter, but since I'm driving John's car down, leaving it there and flying back, that would leave me without a car for over a month.... I don't think so! So, it'll be the weekend of the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'll leave here Wednesday afternoon, get there Thursday some time and leave probably Monday (cheaper to fly than Sunday). That will give me plenty of time to get the lay of the land, see a ton of houses and hopefully secure one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for our house. We've dropped the price to $250,000 in hopes of a nibble. We've figured out that we're not going to make anything at this point, so we're going to submit any offer we get. Which we haven't as of yet. Either way, we're leaving in early May. I spoke to both mortgage companies and they are both on board for a short sale. Doing the "deed in lieu" where you just sign over the house, we found out, is actually considered a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;foreclosure&lt;/span&gt;. It just skips all the legal crap. So we'll stick with the short sale and just let everyone that's looking know that it's basically "no offer to low". At this point it's not up to us. It will be submitted to the bank and they will make the decision. We owe 230,000 I'm assuming they'll take 200 or possibly even lower. We owe 160 on the first and 70 on the second. So you do the math. Doesn't matter to us anymore. We were hoping to get like 245-250 so we could walk away with a couple thousand, but I don't think it's gonna happen. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those of you who want to go to Casino Night, it's LAST CALL.  This is a charity event for the Children's Tumor Foundation. It's on March 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Friday, March 6th (THIS FRIDAY) is the last day to register. It's so much fun. The price includes dinner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gambling&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; auction and open bar. They are also having some vendors this year and the "Gold Guy". So if you have old gold or jewelry that you don't want anymore, he's paying cash on the spot for it. Pretty cool. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a fun night. I'm hoping my luck holds out from last year!! If you'd like to go, post a comment with your email, or send me an email and I'll forward you all the info. Again, FRIDAY is your last day to register.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The snow is coming.... again.  Bah Humbug.  They're calling for 6-12 inches tonight.  Oh Joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... yeah, I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nuthin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-973064440896300563?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/973064440896300563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=973064440896300563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/973064440896300563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/973064440896300563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-yucky-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8114738327158192099</id><published>2009-02-26T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:52:14.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the person who posted about the house.  Unfortunately, we owe $230,000 in mortgage.  And in today's market it's actually worth about between $200,000 and $250,000.  I wish I could let it go for what you're offering, but we can't.  Sorry.  We are going into Short Sale and the listing price will be dropping to $250,000 as of today.  Just an FYI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8114738327158192099?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8114738327158192099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8114738327158192099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8114738327158192099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8114738327158192099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-person-who-posted-about-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-9053636268507503184</id><published>2009-02-24T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:32:58.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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Lots of food of course and we really didn't have that many left overs. Calli got lots of much needed clothes and some toys that are now all over. We spent yesterday getting Barbie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt; and putting on make-up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John decided to take the day off Monday to help me clean up in case someone wanted to see the house. Of course, as fate would have it, someone called in the morning wanting to show it in the afternoon. So, John helped me clean everything. I spent most of the day upstairs putting the kids rooms back in order. We got it all done and then the realtor called and said, we're outside, but they said it's too close to the road, so we're not coming in. Bastards. Ya know, I even told her when she called that we had a party the day before and we'd have to do a lot of cleaning. You could have a little common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; and at least come in. Idiots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're dropping the price of the house $10,000 this week and will do it again next month. Hopefully that will do something. When I did the numbers, we figured we're not going to get anything out of it either way. Knowing what the market is doing and what people will pay, I doubt anyone is going to give us more than $240,000. For us to make any money, we'd need more than that. We were hoping for $250, that would at least get us down there and we would have been able to pay everyone off that we owe. Not gonna happen. So, it's pointless now. Short sale starts the end of April, so I think we'll probably leave the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of May and let what will be, be. Ho Hum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above are a bunch of pics. The ones of her in the brown dress are from her actual birthday and the presents from us. Nick was so cute. He went and got his stuffed snowman and two of his match box cars and wrapped them for her. The rest are from the party. Check out the awesome "Cake by Shelly"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8548029265069243408?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8548029265069243408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8548029265069243408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8548029265069243408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8548029265069243408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/02/party-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-5380785244420735633</id><published>2009-02-19T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:41:51.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;5 years ago today...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was enjoying company at my house after being on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bed rest&lt;/span&gt; for 2 months.  My sister was here with her kids and she was making a big turkey dinner for us.  At around 7 I got up to make Nick's plate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WOOSH&lt;/span&gt; the mayhem began.  Ambulances and doctors were called, paramedics started rushing in, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;medivac&lt;/span&gt; helicopter was in the air.  Rushing to the hospital while trying to avoid bumps that were making the gushing blood worse (sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;)  Being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whisked&lt;/span&gt; off to labor and delivery, and then having an episode of ER begin.  Nurses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scrambling&lt;/span&gt;, rushing in and out, machines being hooked up everywhere, my doctor coming in and looking very concerned, complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt;!  Being wheeled off to the OR with urgent looks on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; faces.  And then with about 15 min, seeing my VERY tiny  baby girl being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whisked&lt;/span&gt; off to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;.  John telling me "She's small, but she looks good."  Hearing her little cry that got her the nickname of "Mouse".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe it's been 5 years.  It goes by so fast.  For those of you expecting or have infants, cherish every moment.  Even when you haven't slept in days and the baby has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;collic&lt;/span&gt; and is driving you insane... hold onto every moment, because there will come a time that you look down and your 2 month old is now 5 and you feel like you missed everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm being adventurous for the party.  Normally I make store bought appetizers and everyone likes them.  But this time, I'm making everything from scratch.  Hopefully I'm not biting off more than I can chew.  Here's the menu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet &amp;amp; sour shrimp puffs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheesy Chicken &amp;amp; artichoke bites&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mini ham &amp;amp; cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;calzones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BBQ meatballs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Avocado stuffed sliders&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for the kids..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pigs in a blanket &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chicken nuggets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and possibly a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ziti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone who's ever been to a party at my house knows I like to feed my guests.  I actually think it will cost a lot less for me to make all this then to buy all the frozen crap.  I always cater more to the adults even when it's a kids party, just cause the kids are so busy playing, they never really eat anyway.  As long as I can make something for them to shove in there mouths before cake, it's fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me know if you'd like anything else that I haven't listed.  I'm up for the challenge... I think.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Calli is very excited that so many people are coming.  She's been asking me all morning when everyone is gonna get here.  I keep telling her they aren't coming till Sunday, but she insists that TODAY is her birthday, so everyone should come today!  LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went through all my Mary Kay stuff yesterday.  Holy crap there was a lot.  There's nothing over $25 and that price is for some of the sets I have that were holiday things.  Most of the rest is under $15.  I have a lot of make up left, so please... take it all!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-5380785244420735633?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/5380785244420735633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=5380785244420735633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5380785244420735633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5380785244420735633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-years-ago-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-6043882051152362339</id><published>2009-02-16T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:52:27.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those of you that are coming to the party Sunday, I am selling off my Mary Kay inventory.  I can't bring it all down there with me, it would just be silly.  When I do decide to start the business back up again (yes Margaret, I said WHEN not if) I'd like to have fresh inventory anyway.  I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mishmosh&lt;/span&gt; of items and I'll most likely be selling everything at cost to get rid of it.  I'll just put everything out on a table and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; can shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone who's not coming wants something, let me know.  I'll check to see if I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an FYI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-6043882051152362339?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/6043882051152362339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=6043882051152362339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6043882051152362339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6043882051152362339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-those-of-you-that-are-coming-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-272326368219488726</id><published>2009-02-16T07:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:08:42.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An ENTIRE WEEK!!! Nick is off all week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;!! Don't get me wrong, I love my son more than life itself, but to have the two of them home together for a whole week.... I'm going to pull my hair out. They fight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allllllllll&lt;/span&gt; the time. I wish it was warm out so we could go do something. But of course it's not. It's cold and muddy and gross out. YUCK! I'll think of something I guess. I know Shelly and I will be working on the cake, so that will take up some time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John is getting much more antsy about this move. He actually wanted me to pack the house up so we could leave in the next week. I told him no. Not only can we not just leave the house, but Nick needs to finish the school year. I think he can make it through another couple of months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still don't know if I'm ready for this. I have a lot of mixed feelings. Yes, Florida is sunny and warm and would be good for the kids. BUT, It's very far away. AND, although he bitches about the cold, I know John's going to be bitching about the heat even more. I am actually pretty scared about doing this. That's probably why I'm not packing anything. I figure I have till the end of May to make up my mind and then I need to start packing. It's just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;realy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;. I know we'll go anyway, but it's still weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've changed a lot recently. I don't know if it's the thought of moving or that I just finally grew up a little. Especially when it comes to cleaning. Anyone who's been in my house knows that I HATE cleaning. It's always trashed. When you came over, you just expected a disaster. Now it's clean all the time. I mean, like, you can see my kitchen counters. The dishes are done, the floors are vacuumed, the clothes are put away. My car is actually clean too! How bizarre?!? I wonder if being a stay at home mom finally kicked in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've become more forgiving too. I actually spoke to my ex-best friend. Nothing in depth, but a kind of catch up. Not that I want to go back down that road. AND!!! I actually let John invite his parents to Calli's birthday party. Now, if you were on the fence about coming to the party, THAT should make you want to run here. It should be VERY interesting. I'm taking bets now to see if she even speaks to me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe all these changes are good. Maybe it's a signal to me that it's time for a lot of changes and this move is what I need. Hell, maybe I just need to go to Sea World. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a little side note, Good luck today Tim.  I know it's going to be hard, but know that he wouldn't have wanted anyone but you to do it.  You're a good man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-272326368219488726?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/272326368219488726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=272326368219488726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/272326368219488726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/272326368219488726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/02/entire-week-nick-is-off-all-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-4120050296850863109</id><published>2009-02-11T11:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:47:18.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, it's so nice out.  It's actually sitting around 60!  I actually didn't have to wear a coat.  NICE!!  Of course, as with everything else in my life, it's just a tease.  It's supposed to get cold again tomorrow.  It'll be back in the 20's and 30's by Friday.  YUCK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much going on with the house.  We had one showing on Sunday and that was it.  Bah humbug.  Why can't it be easy for once.  Why can't we just get an offer and make it quick and easy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NOOoooooo&lt;/span&gt; everything has to be hard!  Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd love to go to the park or something today, but everything is going to be sopping wet and muddy.  Not that much fun to slide down a muddy, slushy slide.  Maybe we'll just go for a walk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't forget Calli's party everyone.  Sunday, February 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; at around say... 1pm??  Sounds good.  (Shelly, I found a little mermaid doll!)  As for gifts, John is crying about it since we just cleared out a ton of their toys.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Anyway, she's in a size 6.  She likes Barbie, littlest pest shop, anything with animals, art stuff, pretty much any of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; crap out there.  It will be a Little Mermaid party so feel free to dress as your favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;!!  Any Disney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; is fine.  It doesn't have to be from that movie.  Has anyone noticed that Little Mermaid doesn't have a mother..... come to think of it, not many of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; have mother's (besides evil step ones).  The only one I can think of is Sleeping Beauty.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, interesting.  Did good old Walt have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;abandonment&lt;/span&gt; issues??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now.  Enjoy the weather while it lasts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, below are some pics from the cake Shelly made me.  (thanks to Liz and John)  They don't do it justice!  Tim, send me the ones you took too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-4120050296850863109?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/4120050296850863109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=4120050296850863109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/4120050296850863109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/4120050296850863109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/02/aaahhhh-its-so-nice-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8613157555356865643</id><published>2009-02-11T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:32:46.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SZL9ou-pAQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/aIg8alXoSpg/s1600-h/hat+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SZL9ou-pAQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/aIg8alXoSpg/s400/hat+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SZL9pF3o45I/AAAAAAAAAzk/NKRzCSoN_nM/s1600-h/Hat_cake_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SZL9pF3o45I/AAAAAAAAAzk/NKRzCSoN_nM/s400/Hat_cake_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SZL9pTmkbBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ahmGdHIV6VY/s1600-h/Hat_cake_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SZL9pTmkbBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ahmGdHIV6VY/s400/Hat_cake_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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It took FOR - E - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VER&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! We had our first showing yesterday and it seemed to go well. I had a dream the other night that someone came in with a full price offer as long as we could be out by the weekend. (Shelly didn't like that idea) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I doubt that would happen, but a full price offer would be nice. I'll be interested to hear what they thought of the place (Rich, let me know). We can't get it any cleaner than it already is, so it'll just be up to the house now. I'm sure we'll get the same complaints as last time, which mostly revolved around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dormered&lt;/span&gt; ceilings in the upstairs bedrooms. Cross your fingers folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a good weekend (besides all the cleaning). My little cousin came over to watch the kids for us Saturday night so we could go to a party at our friends Mark &amp;amp; Kim's.  When I went to pick her up, I actually borrowed clothes from my cousin Valerie to wear to the party.  HOW COOL IS THAT???  For those of you that don't know, Val has always been super fit and skinny.  One of those really annoying women who don't really have to work to hard on their body because they're born with it.  Don't we hate those people!?!  But, we love them anyway.  Thanks for the duds Val!  And thanks for sitting Crystal.  You left before I could give you some dough.  I'll drop some off to you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The party was lots of fun. Played a little beer pong. It was so nice to just be out without the kids. And my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend Shelly made me an awesome cake!! (all those that took pictures, please send them to me so I can post them.) Wait until you see it!! If you wish to purchase a cake from Michelle, please let me know and I'll forward on your information to her. She's making Calli's cake for her birthday on the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. Little Mermaid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried to download a couple pics of me before we left for the party, but of course my stupid camera wont cooperate AGAIN!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Piece&lt;/span&gt; a crap! Anyway. I'm down to about 170. 13 pounds until I hit the 100 mark. Can you believe I've lost almost 100 pounds in 6 months? How crazy is that. I really thought that at this point I'd be pretty happy with the way I look, but I'm not. I think I could stand to loose another 30-40 pounds. I still have a big tummy and legs. We'll see once I'm down to 150 what I look like. Tummy tuck and boob job are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; required! Especially the boob job. I'm so sad about the girls. They just aren't there any more. No matter what anyone says, I think your boobs are what makes a woman sexy. Big or small really doesn't matter, but they have to look great in and out of a bra. At this point, mine look crappy in a bra and aren't allowed to be shown without one do to the fact that they look like pancakes. Sad, very very sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of boobs... another Classic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Callihan&lt;/span&gt;.... Sitting on the couch the other day, she starts flopping my boobs around and going, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt;, why are your boobies down here. They don't go there, they're supposed to be up here. Why do they do that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt;? - I don't know honey, just cause - You know what I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt;? I think they're sleeping. - I think you're right honey. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ROFLMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if there's charities out there that donate money to poor women who desperately need tummy tucks and boob jobs?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8243937989561473278?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8243937989561473278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8243937989561473278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8243937989561473278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8243937989561473278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-house-is-finally-done-it-took-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-6855991553327386319</id><published>2009-01-30T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:15:09.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, no one has come forward to pack my house for me out of the goodness of their hearts.  Oh well, guess I'm stuck doing it.  Have I mentioned how much I hate doing that?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This house has to be "show" worthy by the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  That gives me a week.  ho hum.  I seem to do much better on the weekends.  I'm so tired during the week.  I think it's cause I have to wake up at the crack of dawn and then I work out.  (that whole theory about working out waking you up is CRAP).  I swear, I get nothing done during the day.  It's after dinner that I start working.  Weird.  Guess I'm just a night person.  On the weekends, I get to sleep in, and John's home so it motivates me somehow to get shit done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're having a birthday party for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Callihan&lt;/span&gt; on 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of February.  It's the big "5".  It will also most likely be our last birthday party here for any of us, so I expect everyone to come.  By then the house should be freaking spotless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of parties, we are actually going to a party.  All by ourselves, no kids!!  How awesome is that?  My cousin is coming to stay with the kids for the night since the party is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Weehawken&lt;/span&gt; and we'll most likely be VERY late coming home.  The party is on my birthday too, so it's like a two-fer! How great is that birthday present!  A night out with no kids.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AAahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, can't beat that!  Guitar Hero/Beer Pong, here I come!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Calli has been very observant lately.  Last night she was laying with her head in my lap being very cuddly when she starts poking at my "second" chin.  She says "Mom, why do you have all this skin down here?  Why do you have two chins?"  Just cause honey.  "You have another chin just like Grandma, you look just like a Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt;!!"  Thanks Honey, you're the best!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning she looked at me and asked "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt;, why do you have a mustache?  Only BOYS have mustaches!!  You're so funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt;!!"  Thanks again Babe!  She just likes to find the best in all of us.  So sweet.  (rolling of the eyes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-6855991553327386319?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/6855991553327386319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=6855991553327386319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6855991553327386319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6855991553327386319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-no-one-has-come-forward-to-pack-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-3674301612433032542</id><published>2009-01-28T12:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:26:01.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gotta love a snow day - can you hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First of all, I have to say this.... Every school day I get up at 6:30 and have to DRAG Nick out of bed to get him ready for school.  It's a fight every day.  On the weekends, the kid is up by 6am or earlier.  Last night I made the mistake of telling him he may not have school today, so when I got up at 6:30 to go check the snow phone line, who do I see sitting on the couch playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, that's right, my little monster.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.  It just pisses me off to no end.  If he doesn't have school, he up, if he does, it's a contest of wills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, so now the kids are both home today and I'm trying very hard not to kill them.  It's not like I can even let them go outside and play because the snow has now turned to freezing rain.  So they are stuck in the house with me.  JOY OF JOYS!!  I'm trying very hard to clean and I swear, as soon as I get one thing done and go onto the next, they've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;destroyed&lt;/span&gt; the first thing.  I have now banished them to their rooms.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John is out in this crap cause of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; no rest for the trucker.  His stops got messed up too, so his day is even longer.  I always worry about him in weather like this.  I try not to watch the news or traffic reports afraid to hear that a trucker went off the road or whatever.  It's very nerve racking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the mortgage company in FL called today.  It seems that our credit is way too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; and there is no way we'll be able to get a mortgage.  I was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; to hear that.  I also expected John to be pretty pissed.  He surprised me though and said, Oh well, that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, we'll just rent for a couple years.  Ya know, I think this move is going to be very good for him.  Just the thought of it has made him so much happier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya know what my greatest wish right now is..... That we could hire someone to come in and pack up all this crap.  That would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; awesome.  I could just sit on the couch and watch!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;.  But, alas, that is not in the budget.  Bah humbug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I have to stop stalling and get moving here.  And now my beautiful daughter is standing next to me whining in my ear.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;CALGON&lt;/span&gt; TAKE ME AWAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-3674301612433032542?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/3674301612433032542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=3674301612433032542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3674301612433032542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3674301612433032542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/01/gotta-love-snow-day-can-you-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-1267669418061576585</id><published>2009-01-26T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:26:48.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm tired.  I went back to sleep this morning after Nick left and was out till 10am when Calli woke me up asking for breakfast.  I think I'm starting to stress a bit over this move and money and all that jazz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They're calling for another snow storm tomorrow.  It says at least 6 inches possibly more.  Lovely.  At least in the cleaning out process I found the kids snow tube, so that's something.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I called the mortgage company in FL today to see if we can even get a mortgage with our crappy credit and they said they'd call me back.  We'd need a freaking miracle to actually be accepted.  Cross your fingers and say a little prayer to whichever God you believe in, cause we're gonna need it.  Oh, and add a quick and full price sale on this house to that prayer too please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of God.... you all know I'm one of those non believer types, but lately I've been watching that Joel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Osteen&lt;/span&gt; guy.  Now, I may not necessarily believe what he's preaching, but I really like his messages.  What does that mean??  I guess having faith in anything is better than no faith at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I screwed up my 2005 taxes!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.  I had gotten a letter from the IRS a while ago saying I was being audited for it.  Something about my expenses for the Mary Kay stuff.  I of course did what I always do and put it in a pile to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rot&lt;/span&gt;.  Now that I'm starting to get certified letters, I actually pulled everything out today and figured it out.  When I estimated miles, I had put 25,000 for the year when it should have been 2,500.  Oh Great.  Looks like we owe the IRS money too.  Wonderful.  Cause we just don't owe enough people.  I wrote them a letter and printed out all the correct &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mileage&lt;/span&gt;, so we'll see what they say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're just waiting on John's w-2's so I can do our return.  Hopefully we get a lot back cause that's what's gonna take us down to FL.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rich came last night to sign the paperwork for the house.  He's not happy with the price I wanted, but oh well.  I can't do it any lower because even with the price we're set at, people always offer at least 20,000 less and that's barely going to be able to pay off the mortgages and the real estate fees.  We're going to be extremely lucky to walk away with anything on this house.  I have a feeling it's going to end up being a write off and we'll get nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell I'm in a sour mood?  I think I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PMSing&lt;/span&gt;.  And that added to the already heavy stress is making me a not nice person right now.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BBBAAAAHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway.... I sold a ton of stuff on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;.  I have to go through it all now and ship it out.  That's the worst part.  We sold our select comfort bed on Sunday and the guy called me when he got home and said they couldn't blow it up cause there was a rip in the air chamber.  CRAP.  I think that when we shoved it under the spare bed it must have caught on one of the wires.  They paid us $300 for it and he only asked for $100 back.  I thought that was very nice of him.  He had called the company and they said it could be replaced for $138.  So we still made $200 on a bed we don't use.  That money has to go towards a car payment now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got rid of two huge boxes of toys yesterday too.  I put them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freecycle&lt;/span&gt; and they were taken within 30 seconds.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  That's good.  We've cleared out so much, I'm very proud of myself.  I'm going to tackle actual packing now.  Not today though.  Today, I'm taking a break.  I might even go take a nap.  We'll see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see, do I have any good news?  Oh, my friend Erin gave me an award!  She made me smile today.  Thanks girl!  What else..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, the dog crapped in the kennel again today, oh wait, no that goes in the bad news column..... I found protein shakes that taste decent and only cost $14!!  That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; good news.  I also found milk Calli likes.  The soy milk she's allergic too and the rice milk was kinda nasty.  But I found Almond milk.  I got the chocolate kind and it's unsweetened, so I added a little chocolate syrup to it and it tastes pretty damn close to chocolate milk made with skim milk.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;, now if the plain kind tastes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, we'll be gold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off to eat something since I haven't done that yet today... crap, it's 2:30.  Not good.  See Ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-1267669418061576585?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/1267669418061576585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=1267669418061576585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1267669418061576585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1267669418061576585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-1798496802720174732</id><published>2009-01-18T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:45:01.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Good news and bad news.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good news is that it got a little warmer today (32 degrees woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;) and the pipes defrosted.  We had gotten all the water running except the washer and the kitchen sink.  They are all running now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bad news.... a pipe burst in the basement.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.  AND, while John was down there fixing it and I was at the computer I heard the horrible sound of water spraying everywhere.  The heater pipe right by the computer burst.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;, water everywhere.  So John drained out all the base boards since we don't use them anyway and fixed the other pipe.  Then I packed up all our dirty clothes and the 2 dozen soaking wet towels and went to spend the day at the laundry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt; since the washer still wasn't working then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you wonder why we want to move???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went through all the boxes that where in the attic and I got rid of half of the stuff.  John brought in a bunch from the garage and I got rid of a lot of that, have some on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;craigs&lt;/span&gt; list, some on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;, some going to salvation army and some on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;freecycle&lt;/span&gt;.  I found a box of about 100 cassette tapes.  What the hell am I gonna do with those??  They're on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;freecycle&lt;/span&gt; if anyone wants them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have 3 huge boxes to go through tonight and tomorrow that are filled with clothes and toys.  It's all gotta go.  How the hell did I become such a pack rat?  I don't get it.  I'm opening boxes of stuff I've had since high school.  And not even good stuff.  Just stupid shit.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally went through my box of pictures too.  I threw out half of them.  Some where people I didn't even remember anymore, some where people I didn't WANT to remember anymore, and the rest were doubles of doubles of doubles.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Oh Shelly, you should see the pics I found of you and Tim.  HA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Young love!  And Beth (Waring), I actually have a bunch of pictures for you that I thought you might like.  Let's get together and I'll give them to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off to go through those boxes.  I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ebaying&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, it's a love/hate relationship really.  I love the money, but hate the work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm so freaking lazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, weight check.  179 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;YAYAYAYAY&lt;/span&gt; FINALLY!!!  I Lost a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; pound!!  WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is a video from the other day when we took the kids out on the ice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-1798496802720174732?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/1798496802720174732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=1798496802720174732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1798496802720174732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1798496802720174732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-news-and-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-17732516699744001</id><published>2009-01-18T12:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:14:23.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SXJfkg7vSWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/K_J8DZxoUeQ/s320/Winter+sucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4604223258240828504-9032808548193962001?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/9032808548193962001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=9032808548193962001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/9032808548193962001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/9032808548193962001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SXJfkg7vSWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/K_J8DZxoUeQ/s72-c/Winter+sucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-1385068830673041027</id><published>2009-01-16T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:04:55.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What a horrible morning.  I woke up this morning and it was 50 degrees in here.  So I put Nick in the bathroom to change since there's a heater in there and go out to get the fire going.  I stop in my tracks when I notice a smell.  Ug, the puppy pooped in his kennel and decided to spread it all over.  GREAT.  So I put him outside and he goes running back in.  AAAHHHHH Tracking poo all over the floor, carpet and then jumping on the couch.  Mother Fu*****  Get him back outside and go to wash my hands that now have poo on them to find that we have no water!!!  The freaking pipes froze.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it, I'm done.  Shelly, take a deep breath and close your eyes.  We're outta here.  I've called the schools in Florida and got info on what needs to be done for Nick.  We have a realtor sending us listings for houses to rent.  I called my mom and said good-bye and I'm now looking for truck rentals.  I've had it.  I'm tired of always being broke, I'm tired of always being cold, worrying about having enough wood, running out of wood, worrying about the pipes freezing, worrying about the kids getting sick.  It's all too much. Too Crazy.  It's time for a change.  Something new.  Time to start over.  If it doesn't work, oh well, at least we wont freeze to death.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll put the house on the market for a short sale and hope someone takes it.  If not, it forcloses and we have to wait 10 years to buy.  Oh well.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-1385068830673041027?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/1385068830673041027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=1385068830673041027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1385068830673041027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1385068830673041027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-horrible-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2844539993005183037</id><published>2009-01-15T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:43:20.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow, a week since I posted.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; well I guess I should do some catch up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT'S FREAKING COLD!!!!!!!!  We got slammed with a snow storm over the weekend.  It wasn't as bad as they predicted though.  They had said a foot of snow and we only got about 5-6 inches.  Not to bad.  Now we're in the midst of some horrible arctic blast.  With the wind chill we're feeling about -10.  Not fun.  At least we're not in North Dakota where it's -45.  That's just insane.  That's don't leave your house till spring weather.  Every cold day pushes me closer to Florida!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, we went to the doctor today to get all of Nick's test results.  It turns out that he is allergic to milk/dairy/casein.  He also has a large yeast build up.  She gave me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rx&lt;/span&gt; for the yeast that he will have to be on for 2 months and that should flush it out of his system.  As for the milk... he needs to go on a casein free diet.  Ho Hum.  Not fun.  BUT, at least it wasn't the gluten.  THAT would have been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; nightmare.  So for now, no milk, yogurt, cheese, butter, etc.  We don't have to pull things made with milk yet.  She said start slow and see how he does.  Just pull the straight dairy for right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She did Calli's workup today too and said she can tell just by the look of her that her tests will come back most likely the same as Nicks.  So might as well put everyone on the dairy free diet.  Of course if the kids have to be on it, we'll do it too.  Not exactly good parenting to drink a milkshake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of your kids who can't have it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;.  So now I'm on the search for what we can and can't have and recipes on how to cook now without using dairy.  This should be interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weight check.  BLAH!!!  I'm still sitting at 180.  It's been a month now and the freaking scale hasn't moved!!! It's so annoying.  Although, I know it's because I'm not getting in enough protein.  I'm out of shake stuff and I haven't had a chance to get more.  I'm going to do that tomorrow.  Hopefully that will kick it off again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I have to download the pictures but the other day we took the kids sneaker skating!  We don't have ice skates, and hell if I'm gonna buy them.  The kid down the road cleared a bunch of the lake in front of his house for a hockey rink and we brought the kids down to slide on the ice.  Nick even got to play some hockey with Sean.  John was pushing the kids along the ice.  They had a blast.  I'll put the picks on soon.  It was kinda scary to stand on the lake.  I was just so scared that I would here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CCCCRRRAAACK&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!  and we'd all fall in.  Not that I really had to worry since the lake is only 6 feet deep.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  But still, it'd be cold!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of cold, my toes are froze... I'm going on the couch under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt;.  Stay warm folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2844539993005183037?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2844539993005183037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=2844539993005183037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2844539993005183037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2844539993005183037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-week-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-879640714059806957</id><published>2009-01-07T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:11:50.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This weather SUCKS!!  I hate it.  Ya know, when it's any other season you think, oh, winter's not to bad.  And then you go for about a week with your toes so cold it hurts to stand and you remember.... IT SUCKS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John's on a Florida kick right now.  He's always said, no way, it's too hot down there.  Now, all of a sudden, he's like, that's it, sell everything and let's go.  He even went so far as to have me check real estate down there.  I did find something that was 5 bedrooms, 3 baths, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in ground&lt;/span&gt; pool, needed a TON of work, basically like this house was and it was $18,000.  That's right folks, 18,000.  Like I said, it needed a lot of work.  But even the stuff that was in move in condition was nothing.  Most of it was under 100,000.  CRAZY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know.  I like the idea of change.  I like the idea of warm weather all the time.  Sunshine on my shoulder, makes me happy!! (channeling John Denver).  I think the only thing that would hold me here is my Mommy.  I don't think I could live that far away from her.  And I mean, how guilty would I feel if her last child upped and moved to Florida with the other two and left her up here all by herself.  How crappy would that be of me!  I SUCK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not that we could do it right now anyway.  Maybe in a couple of years.  The housing market sucks and we would never be able to sell our house.  Although, if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foreclose&lt;/span&gt;, we would!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  Plus I would have to find a good Autistic school down there.  That's a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deterrent&lt;/span&gt;.  Pulling Nick out of his school would be horrid.  And trying to find another school down there as good as this one... I highly doubt it.  Plus, once we go down there, there's no coming back unless we win the lottery or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh who knows.  All I know is this weather sucks.  My deck is a sheet of ice and John stole my car this morning.  BASTARD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;  oh well.  Kids are both home today, so I better go entertain them before they trash my house.  TA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-879640714059806957?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/879640714059806957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=879640714059806957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/879640714059806957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/879640714059806957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-weather-sucks-i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2891295980834195649</id><published>2009-01-05T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:46:29.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Most of us have heard this one before, but here it is with a puppet, too cute.  If you haven't heard it, you're in for a real treat.  John lives by this song... he knows the truth about relationships!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the video Mom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ad2886019f804a76" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad2886019f804a76%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013753%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D34BF83C4B2B94C9516118BF8B6286FAC586261.4A605849237F2D8F8FC6A1112DF572D21E84405C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad2886019f804a76%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBCTvzNsf8eJZPNVmqxwxND80lFk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad2886019f804a76%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013753%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D34BF83C4B2B94C9516118BF8B6286FAC586261.4A605849237F2D8F8FC6A1112DF572D21E84405C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad2886019f804a76%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBCTvzNsf8eJZPNVmqxwxND80lFk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing new going on here.  Trying to get the house in order, as usual.  I've sold a bunch of stuff on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt; and made $200.  I still have a ton to do, so hopefully I can make enough to pay some bills.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to put my ad in the paper about doing child care.  Hopefully I'll get some takers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Calli's sick.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.  Nick had a cold a couple weeks ago that turned into an ear infection and that started with a cough and loss of his voice.  Calli's had a cough now for a few days and it seems to be getting worse.  But she's more like clearing her throat constantly rather than really coughing.  She's not complaining of anything else, so we'll see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our pets are starting to dwindle down.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  We lost Tommy the hamster on Christmas Eve (of all days!) and my only male guppy died over the weekend.  No more baby fish for a while.  Only 300 more animals to go!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  The new dog is doing well.  He's still crazy and thinks he's a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chihuahua&lt;/span&gt; or something the way he jumps on you, but he's cute.  He and Maggie have a race to see who can get the other's collar off first.  Mason usually wins.  We put them out to go to the bathroom and ten minutes later, Maggie comes in collar-less.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doofy&lt;/span&gt; dogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today it's back to reality for most of us.  John went back to work and Nick went off to school.  He was not happy about getting up early.  Even though he's been up by 6am every morning for the last week, I couldn't get him up at 6:30.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;  Back to the routine boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, speaking of routine.  We've started the kids on chores and allowance.  I made up a chore chart for each of them and it's really cool.  They each get a set amount of allowance and loose money from it for each chore not done.  We'll see how it works out.  I'm trying to convince them to save all their allowance so they can spend it when we go to Florida at the end of the year.  Cross your fingers that the pull of hot wheels and barbies doesn't take over!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to box more stuff.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2891295980834195649?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ad2886019f804a76&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2891295980834195649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=2891295980834195649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2891295980834195649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2891295980834195649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-of-us-have-heard-this-one-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8006898305893745162</id><published>2008-12-30T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:52:51.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 New Year's Wishes</title><content type='html'>I don’t know if I can top last years, but I’ll give it a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is for me (Hey, I’m writing it, I get the first wish!) – I wish for a healthy New Year. I wish for the body that I want. I wish for peace of mind. I wish to stop worrying about what other people think of me and just be me. I wish for people to tell me the truth even if it hurts and I wish to be able to tell people what I really think without worrying if it will hurt their feelings or our friendship. I wish for more friendship, more love, and always more money. I wish that doing day care at home pays off and I’m able to stay home instead of going back to work in the corporate world. I wish for my husband to love me more. I wish for my kids to be healthy and happy. I wish for more patience to deal with both them and John. I wish for more energy and more willingness and less procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John - I wish him Health. I wish that he would see what he’s doing to himself. That he needs to take care of his blood pressure, his sleep apnea and his weight before it’s too late. I wish him Hope. Hope that his future will be better than it is now. Not necessarily perfect, but at least more comfortable. I wish him Romance. I wish that he would see that I’m doing this to my body for him as much as for me and I wish he would recognize it more and encourage me more. I want him to have a trophy wife (not that I’ll ever be that good looking). I wish him Love. I wish that he knew how much I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick - I wish him Calm. To be able to know when he’s loosing control and handle it. I know that’s a wish for the far future, but I hope one day it happens. I wish him Knowledge. I hope that everything he learns in school gets sucked into that brain of his and makes him smarter than we are so he can do more than we’ve done. And I wish him Fun. I wish that he is able to have Fun at least once every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calli - I wish her Health. I wish her not to have to struggle the way Nick is. I wish I could go back in time and change something I did so that neither of my children would have to face the battle this life is about to deal them. I wish her Patience. Patience to deal with a Mommy who isn’t always patient with her. I wish her Happiness in everything she does. I wish her all the jewelry, make-up and dresses her little closet can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom – I wish you Health. I wish for all your aches and pains to go away. I wish for Youth. For you to feel as young as you are inside. I wish you Nature. For all of your surroundings to bloom and grow into the beauty of the earth. I wish you a Happy Life and Retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop – I wish you Health as well. I wish for your diabetes to magically go away so you can have all the sweets you want! I wish for the pounds to magically go away so you can walk and run and dance the night away. I wish you Money so you and Mom can quit working and have fun in retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne – I wish you Health always. I wish for the MS to go away and leave you in peace. Or at least a progression so slow that it doesn’t fully hit till you’re 90 and have enjoyed your life. I wish you Peace. Peace of mind knowing that everything may not be the way you want it to be, but it is how it’s supposed to be. I wish you Grandma’s love. I wish you to be the wonderful, loving grandmother that our Grandma was to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea – I wish you Sobriety. I wish for you to stay on this new path you are on. To stay clean and sober and to live your life like you should have done for the past 15 years. I wish you Love with your man. I wish you Peace with your kids. I wish you Joy with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's Family - I wish you Joy. Joy in everything you do from big to small. To be happy with every meal, every conversation, every sunrise. To smile for no reason, to laugh because you smiled. To love each other every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith &amp;amp; John - I wish you Happiness. I wish to see you more often. I wish for our girls to be closer. I wish for a full life for you. I’m also still wishing for a new niece or nephew. hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Irene – I wish you Joy. I am so glad that we have the relationship that we do and I hope that it just gets stronger. I wish you Love. Love from your man, your kids, and your friends. I hope that your kids know what a great mother they have even when you’re being a mother. You’ve been through it all and I hope they can see that even though they may not like it, you do know what you’re talking about. I wish you Strength. Strength to be able to handle whatever else may come your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura – I love you girl! I wish you Love. Enough love to spread through that brood of yours. And so much love in return that your heart is overflowing every day. I wish you Health. I wish you Hope. I wish you Joy and I wish you lived closer to me! Thank you for coming back into my life and saving me from many a meltdown when it came to Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassy and Casey – I wish you Everything. You are starting your lives together in a big way. I wish you Strength to deal with whatever may come. I wish you Love to pour over that precious new baby. I wish you Money to pour into that new house. I wish you Peace in your everyday. I wish you abounding Happiness for the rest of your lives. I also wish you Knowledge. Remember, you’re smarter than you think and you can do just about anything. Choose a path and follow it. It may fork, but it will only lead you to a better destination. I wish you Luck. The best of luck for everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my family - I wish you all Health, Happiness and Peace. I wish that you all enjoy your lives the way they are and strive to make them even better. I wish you all a wonderful New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my old Avis co-workers – I wish you Employment! I heard that they were outsourcing all of you and I hope that you all move on to bigger and better things. May you all get 6 figure jobs! Best of luck to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby Board Girls - I wish you Love. I wish I hadn’t strayed so far away from all of you. Just remember, I think of you often and you’re always in my heart. You guys are great friends/sisters. I send all of you warm hugs and kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret – I wish you Success. Success in MK so great that you surpass Cindy. I wish you Love. You ooze love from every pour of your body everyday and I hope that you receive just as much back and then some. You are a wonderful person through and through and I hope you see all that you have and treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna – I wish you Peace. Peace from the world. I wish for them to find a cure for cancer, a cure for immune diseases, a cure for age so that you can have your family with you always. I wish you all the best in everything. Thank you for being there for me the past year. The job may not have worked out, but life is trying to find a way. I also wish you more phone calls and visits from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich &amp;amp; Kevin – I wish you Abundance. An abundance of everything. Love, Joy, Hope and Peace. May your love for each other grow each day. I wish you tolerance. Tolerance from others as well as from yourselves. I wish you every happiness. Thank you for being our friends even if we are a bit uncouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea &amp;amp; Tom – I wish you Pleasure. Pleasure taken from everything around you. Your kids, your spouse, your crazy lanky dog. I hope that we stay friends for a very long time. Thank you Lea for all your hard work. For your pressure to keep me on track. For helping me through this transformation. Without your daily push, I wouldn’t be where I am today. You get ALL the credit on this one. Thank your for being my work out buddy! Thank you for looking so damn good that it gives me motivation to look as good as you! I’m so glad our kids got put on the same team. It’s been a great few months and I hope it can be a lifetime friendship. Tom, thank you for your patience. I know dealing with the technically challenged can be hard! We promise to wait until next year to screw anything else up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle &amp;amp; Tim – I wish you Love. Love each other and your kids with your whole heart everyday. I wish you Real Estate. I wish for you to be able to sell your house and buy the one you’ve always dreamed of. I wish you Friendship. I wish for you to have more friends than you can handle and more joy than your heads can take. I wish you Success in business. I wish for Tim’s phone projects to sell a gazillion and for Shell’s cake business to take off. Imagine that new house with a separate commercial kitchen in it! I wish you Patience and Tolerance. Patience to deal and appreciate my kids for what they are even if they are a pain in the ass. More tolerance for them would mean more chances for us to have fun together. Thank you for being our friends. For being there for us and for caring enough to want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, Kim, Allison, Eric and Liz – I wish you Success. Success in everything you do. Whether it be business, love, home, or life. I hope to see marriage in the future for all of you. I wish you Growth. Grow your love, grow your lives, grow you minds. I wish you Sight. See things that are around you that you may not have noticed. And try to see things in a new light. Your opinion from yesterday could be different today. I wish you Love. Love yourselves for who you are not what you think you should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of the other people I know - I wish you the joys of the holiday season. To remember the holidays are about giving, not getting. And not necessarily gifts you buy. Gifts of the heart. Gifts of Love, of Friendship, of Hope. It’s about family and friends. I wish each of you a Very Merry Christmas and a healthy, happy, prosperous New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8006898305893745162?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8006898305893745162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8006898305893745162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8006898305893745162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8006898305893745162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-if-i-can-top-last-years-but.html' title='2008 New Year&apos;s Wishes'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-1030899768899566854</id><published>2008-12-29T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:28:00.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What a long week!  I think Christmas is just like a wedding.  You plan for months and months and it's over in one day!  Kind of a let down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids made out pretty good.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, I think Nick did better than Calli.  He got way more stuff to "play" with.  Calli got mostly art stuff, which is what she loves, but I noticed that besides that, she really didn't get many actual toys.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got John a zip up fleece which I really like on him and a GPS, which he is in love with!  He was pissed off at first cause Mr. Genius decided to go shopping for me on Christmas Eve of all days, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; the mortgage had gone through and wiped out our account so there was no money to buy me anything.  Hence, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PO'd&lt;/span&gt; behavior cause he got stuff and I didn't.  He did get me a set up for my phone that lets you download music onto it which is really cool.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think when it comes to the holidays, I'm more of a giver than a receiver.  I love the look on people's faces when they open the gifts I gave them.  I think that's way more fun.  I like to try to find something they really want.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; fine with getting nothing really.  I have too much crap already.  The only thing I would really "need" is clothes.  But I wouldn't want someone to buy them since at this point my clothes are only fitting for about a month.  That's just a waste.  So everyone being happy on the holiday is present enough for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John took the kids to his parents in the afternoon and they got a ton more stuff there.  Nick got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; and digital camera.  Calli got a barbie horse and carriage and a couple of dolls.  She also got the Crayola magic paint brush thing which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; cool!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fiber optics&lt;/span&gt; ROCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, speaking of the brat!  She begged me for this stupid swimming baby doll.  It was like $35 which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;, but she really wanted it, so fine, I got it.  We put the batteries in, started the tub put her in and boom, she swims, really cool right.. WRONG.  "Mommy, how do you make her not swim?  I just want to play with her".  WHAT???  I could have bought a $5 doll to do that!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, unless you take out the batteries, it can't be turned off.  Plus, it's all motorized, so if you start moving her arms and legs around, it'll break.  Great.  That's freaking money down the drain.  Hopefully she'll like it more in the summer when the baby's swimming in the pool.  Freaking kids!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their favorite gifts were of course on of the cheapest!  I bought them each back packs that had tents, sleeping bags and camping stuff in them.  I got them for $10!  We set them up in the play room and that is where my kids have slept since Christmas.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after a two week break, I told Lea yesterday that enough was enough and we needed to get back to our workouts.  I feel like crud!  She should be coming over today.  We're doing it here cause both the boys are off of school and we have more room to play here.  Plus the brakes on the car need to be done really bad, so John said not to drive it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got most of the Christmas stuff down last night.  Didn't have time to do everything because yesterday was Lea's kids birthday party.  They're only a couple weeks apart, so they do a combined party.  After the party we went back to their house to hang out.  We got home around 7pm and I was just fed up with looking at the mess.  So I just started pulling down boxes and taking everything apart.  I know, I'm bah humbug, but I wanted my house back.  The living room is all done except for the mantel.  Today I'm starting on the kitchen that looks like a hurricane went through it.  Then laundry, then bedrooms, then I'll tackle the play room.  I probably wont get to the play room today, but it's on my list of things to do ASAP.  I want to get it back to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;usable&lt;/span&gt; state.  Calli's stuff is all still in her bedroom from the summer.  I'd love to get some of those storage shelves like Michelle has, but we're too broke right now.  Eventually I guess.  I just need to get it straightened out right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off to begin!  Nick just unloaded the dishwasher (rock on!) so now I have to go fill it back up again (boo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a day folks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-1030899768899566854?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/1030899768899566854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=1030899768899566854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1030899768899566854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1030899768899566854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-long-week-i-think-christmas-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-356128307932064334</id><published>2008-12-24T09:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:55:53.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, it's Christmas Eve.  And it's rainy and foggy out!  NO!!  what's up with that?  If anything, it's supposed to snow, not rain.  BLAH!!  Mother Nature is not in the Christmas spirit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am though.  We finished wrapping all the presents last night.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ug&lt;/span&gt;!  I made John bring them all in from the garage and we sat there for a couple hours wrapping.  Then we put them all in big garbage bags and put them out in the smoking room.  That way if the kids look, they'll just think it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;garbage&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;... We didn't want to have to put them back out in the garage.  So now I'm going to clean up the house and start getting ready for dinner at Aunt Pat's.  Then it's home to put the kiddies to bed, bring in the presents and stuff the stockings.  Just call me Santa!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't remember if my "wishes" post was done on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; or new years last year... well, either way, I'll do it for New Years cause I need more time to prepare it.  Don't worry, it's coming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas all!  And just remember, this holiday is about giving, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt;.  It doesn't matter what you get.  The best present you can get is the happy look on other people's faces when they receive your gift.  I know my greedy little kids are way to young to understand that now, but I hope they learn.  Hell, when I was younger, I wanted all the presents I could get.  Now, ... honestly, I don't care if I don't get a single thing (well, except my Christmas PJ's.  Gotta have that!!)  I am way happier giving to other people.  (That's probably why we're so broke!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Happy Holidays to all of you.  I love you so much!  Hope Santa's Good To You!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-356128307932064334?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/356128307932064334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=356128307932064334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/356128307932064334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/356128307932064334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-its-christmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-9052057931780817853</id><published>2008-12-21T10:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:16:26.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to a Christmas party last night held by our friends Rich and Kevin.  They have a big bash every year and it's always lots of fun.  Their house is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; decorated.  This year they had 3 trees... oh wait maybe it was 4?  I couldn't keep track!  The food was outstanding as always.  Everything was so yummy.  His chicken wings always come out better than mine.  I think he left out something in the recipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got to go.... without kids!!!  My little cousin Crystal came over to help me make the last of the perogi and she volunteered to stay with the kids.  WOO HOO!!  You ROCK CRYSTAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always great to see Rich's family.  I love them so much.  They're "good people".  They had a heater going outside for the smokers but it was still freaking ass cold out there!  This weather is crazy!  The only negative thing I had to say about the party was the PARKING!!  They live on a pretty narrow street and when it's snow covered... forget it.  They need to rent out all the neighbors driveways and then put out signs or something.  Oh or Valet Parking!!  That would be perfect!  We got pretty lucky.  We had a spot pretty close.  Otherwise, it was a complete success.  Great food, great people, great house, great hosts.  Love you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another cool thing... one of the guest had a couple bags of shoes and clothes that were given to her by one of her customers.  I guess it was some really rich lady.  Ya know, one of those people who only wear things once or buy things and never wear them.  She had all these designer shoes that were awesome, designer as in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt; designer, that kinda designer.  Of course they were all freaking size 7 1/2!  What's up with that shit?  I did get a couple of sweaters and a Louis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vitton&lt;/span&gt; cell phone holder.  NICE!!  Plus she said she had more clothes in my size at home and she would get some for me.  WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!  Can't beat a Christmas party like that.  You go there for the holidays and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bag has SHOES IN IT!!  Now that's the way to a girl's heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me in the "SIZE 12" dress I bought for the party.  Damn, I look good!  Still have a ways to go, but I think that ain't bad!!  Feel free to stroke my ego and tell me I look hot!  Or at least luke warm!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SU5dKPh0F8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/wSxzRA67Xgc/s1600-h/100_3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SU5dKPh0F8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/wSxzRA67Xgc/s400/100_3583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-9052057931780817853?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/9052057931780817853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=9052057931780817853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/9052057931780817853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/9052057931780817853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-went-to-christmas-party-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SU5dKPh0F8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/wSxzRA67Xgc/s72-c/100_3583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-4124277683912762018</id><published>2008-12-18T10:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:16:20.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've decided that we are technological idiots!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our friends Tom and Lea gave us a big screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks ago.  You'd think, cool, no big deal.  Tom set it all up for us and everything.  Nope, we've already had to have him come over 3 times to fix it.  Once was cause Calli had her feet on the front while watching something and all of a sudden the sound went all crazy (turns out she turned on the surround sound).  Then he had to come because some how the picture in picture got turned on and we couldn't figure out how to turn it off.  Yesterday was the best of all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday night I wanted the kids to clean up some before they went to bed, so I turned off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.  They cleaned up everything and off they went.  I turned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; back on and it was freaking out.  It has all these different set ups.  Video 1, Video 2 and so on.  It kept flashing from the picture to video 1.  I did figure out that if you pushed the input button it would stop, but if you pushed anything on the remote again it would start all over.  Very annoying.  Then of course John decides he can fix it.  After that, we got no picture at all!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he comes over last night.  He said he'd never heard of that happening, and he's in the business!  Only us.  So he's messing with it, checking it out, then he calls me in and says, something in the room is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interfering&lt;/span&gt;.  He covers the little thingy on the front and the flashing stops.  So we're trying the lights, the tree, the switches, nothing.  THEN, he moves the basket that's next to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; stuff in it and it stops.  Turns out that when the kids cleaned up they had put the remote to the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; in the basket and one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; remotes was pressing on it sending a signal to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; to go to video 1.  ONLY WE could have something so STUPID!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I told them to never give us anything ever again cause we're too much of a pain in the ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finished making most of the pirogi.  I still have some cheese ones to make cause those are my favorite so I bought extra.  But the Christmas eve ones are all done.  YAY ME.  I gave Lea and Tom a batch last night (for their trouble) LOL  I can't believe Christmas is next week already.  Nick comes home yesterday and says, "Mom, next Tuesday we have an early dismissal and then we have off for a couple of days."  I said, "I know Honey.  Next week is Christmas."  His mouth dropped open.  He didn't realize that's why he had off.  LOL  I wrapped half of the presents last night before I ran out of tape and wrapping paper.  I'll run to Walmart later and get some more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to take Nick to the doctor this afternoon.  He's been fighting a cold for over a week now.  I've still been sending him to school though.  Following the rules we grew up on.  "If you don't have a fever and your not throwing up, then you go to school."  I always hated that rule.  LOL  So he's had a nasty chest cold and some congestion.  Today he woke up crying and said his ear really hurt.  I hate that.  It's just something you can't do anything to fix.  I gave him some tylenol and promised him a doctor's appointment after school.  I told him to go to the nurse if it gets too bad.  Poor kid.  He never gets sick.  Of course the one time that he does, it's dragging on forever.  Hopefully some antibiotics will kick it out of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, off to do more laundry, it's never ending!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-4124277683912762018?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/4124277683912762018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=4124277683912762018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/4124277683912762018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/4124277683912762018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-decided-that-we-are-technological.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-6257013486724096531</id><published>2008-12-15T07:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:38:30.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Feeling a little better this morning.  I have to get to the post office today and drop off a car payment.  So I'm glad I can breath a little bit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot to mention.  The guy who emailed me about the van never made contact again (should have known it was to good to be true).  Someone else did come yesterday and we sold it for $1,100.  Not to shabby considering all the work it needs.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-6257013486724096531?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/6257013486724096531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=6257013486724096531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6257013486724096531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6257013486724096531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-little-better-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-7050655861990770384</id><published>2008-12-14T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:03:23.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I threw my freaking back out!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;!  Saturday morning I woke up at around 6am with my back killing me.  Now, most of you know that I have severe lower back issues, but this is all in my upper/middle back.  I stretched a lot and got back to sleep around 7am.  When I woke up a couple hours later (weekend) It was still really sore, but I just dealt with it cause I had a lot of stuff to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday night it was really bothering me so I took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;percocet&lt;/span&gt; and went to bed.  John had fallen asleep on the couch after I went up.  So when I woke up at 4:30am screaming, well, not quite screaming, more like crying loud whimpers cause I couldn't get my breath, I had to make my way down to him for help.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; bad I couldn't take a breath at all.  Just these little tiny inhales.  With every one of those I got a horrible stabbing pain.  John was trying to hold me and my back just kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spasming&lt;/span&gt;.  He got me in a hot shower which helped a little bit and then rubbed my back for quite a while.  My crying woke up poor Nick at 5am.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I finally went back up to bed at around 6 or so and piled all the pillows up so that I was basically sleeping sitting up.  I've been pretty much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; out all day today.  I called my Mommy and she told me to try ice.  That worked pretty good to, along with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aleve&lt;/span&gt;.  But I still can't take a good breath at all.  Slow and shallow is all I can muster without a stabbing pain.  I'd be in bed now except, 1) the Survivor finale is on and 2) I'm afraid that I'll wake up even worse and John won't be here to help me.  He's leaving for work at around 2am.  I wish I had muscle relaxers.  John told me to call Joanne (my sister) to yell at her for moving to FL cause she would have one on hand.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wish I could breath.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;  I was gonna finish off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pirogi&lt;/span&gt; today, but that didn't happen.  Hopefully this will go away in a day or so and I can do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's my whine for the day.  BLAH.  Off to take some drugs and head to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-7050655861990770384?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/7050655861990770384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=7050655861990770384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7050655861990770384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7050655861990770384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-threw-my-freaking-back-out-ug.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2096866058653759861</id><published>2008-12-13T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:49:48.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ8Cdh4zpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NRb_Pyb3CTk/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ8Cdh4zpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NRb_Pyb3CTk/s400/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ8C4o8iRI/AAAAAAAAAn8/A6J13LaQ0qg/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ8C4o8iRI/AAAAAAAAAn8/A6J13LaQ0qg/s400/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2096866058653759861?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2096866058653759861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=2096866058653759861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2096866058653759861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2096866058653759861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ8Cdh4zpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NRb_Pyb3CTk/s72-c/scan0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-3290037210551000743</id><published>2008-12-13T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:46:27.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here are my gorgeous kids again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ7QVIPptI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8GMCOnbORo8/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ7QVIPptI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8GMCOnbORo8/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ7QfpUoQI/AAAAAAAAAnk/fQnPLyDH9NY/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ7QfpUoQI/AAAAAAAAAnk/fQnPLyDH9NY/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ7QoPYwSI/AAAAAAAAAns/RdUOHw6_0IY/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ7QoPYwSI/AAAAAAAAAns/RdUOHw6_0IY/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ7QMRLeXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/xAfIFX2bjoY/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ7QMRLeXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/xAfIFX2bjoY/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-3290037210551000743?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/3290037210551000743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=3290037210551000743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3290037210551000743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3290037210551000743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-are-my-gorgeous-kids-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SUQ7QVIPptI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8GMCOnbORo8/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-4027397239806808161</id><published>2008-12-12T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:54:57.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!  Someone emailed me and offered me $1,500 for the van!  I KNOW!!  I'm just as shocked as you are!!  SOLD, Come and get it.  I'm waiting for their call.  Hopefully it'll happen soon.  Then I can give the money to Lea and cut out a large chunk of what's owed.  Now I just have to go clean it all out.  YUCK.  It's so funny, the van is TRASHED and I'm anal retentive now about the car.  "Don't you dare put anything on the floor"  "No toys in the car" "NO EATING in the car"  It's still spotless.  I'm very proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shoprite&lt;/span&gt; this morning cause our power was out, I had already folded and put away all the laundry, and painted Calli's nails.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Anyway, I got there and they have a fake tree, 7 feet, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-lit for $40.  Which is what we spend on a real tree.  I figured this would be better since we have the puppy and because the tree's in the middle of the room this year, not tucked in a corner like normally, so it's much easier to knock over.  It's a little "charlie brown-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;" but it'll do for now.  Calli's begging me right now to put it up.  I need to eat something first.  Haven't done that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Uhm&lt;/span&gt;, what else.... The sun finally came out.  It's about freaking time!  Rain is so depressing.  OH!!  We went to get the kids pictures taken yesterday for Christmas.  My friend took them (she took the fairy pictures) We spent $20 something and got a TON of pictures.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;, it's good to know people.  Now I'm just going to scan one in to do our Christmas cards.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; does them for 33 cents a card.  WAY cheaper the the picture place.  Now I just have to get the scanner to work.  When I do, I'll share the pics with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off to eat.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-4027397239806808161?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/4027397239806808161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=4027397239806808161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/4027397239806808161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/4027397239806808161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay-someone-emailed-me-and-offered-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-754974943323416551</id><published>2008-12-11T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:10:41.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Due to the disgusting idiot from my prior post, I will no longer be allowing comments to go directly through to the blog.  You can leave your comment as usual, but I will have to approve it before it appears on the actual blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry to all my normal readers for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt;.  One asshole spoils it for everyone.  It was not something anyone else should have been subjected to.  Everyone else, Please continue to comment.  I always like to hear the opinions and thoughts of sane, rational people.  (Don't worry all my crazy friends, you're close enough to sane to count!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-754974943323416551?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/754974943323416551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=754974943323416551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/754974943323416551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/754974943323416551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/due-to-disgusting-idiot-from-my-prior.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-4658645439921880545</id><published>2008-12-11T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:43:12.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To whomever wrote the comment I deleted in the hair loss blog:  I did not apreciate 1)the insinuation that I don't take care of my children. 2) That my son would ever do anything that inappropriate or 3) the bald face lie that you put in your comment about something that never did or ever would happen.  If it was a joke, it was NOT FUNNY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please feel free to NEVER READ OR COMMENT ON MY BLOG AGAIN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-4658645439921880545?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/4658645439921880545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=4658645439921880545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/4658645439921880545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/4658645439921880545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-whomever-wrote-comment-i-deleted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-3501616362518957484</id><published>2008-12-10T19:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:29:52.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Tree Angel</title><content type='html'>When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.&lt;br /&gt;When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.&lt;br /&gt;Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the rum. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.&lt;br /&gt;Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?'&lt;br /&gt;And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-3501616362518957484?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/3501616362518957484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=3501616362518957484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3501616362518957484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3501616362518957484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tree-angel.html' title='The Christmas Tree Angel'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-6034730724566279715</id><published>2008-12-10T07:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:59:36.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm seriously sad. I'm having severe issues with my hair. I never had a lot to begin with and now it's all falling out. And I mean in CLUMPS! It's gotten so bad that I have to put it up every day otherwise I'm covered in hair. I take a shower and remove a large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hamster&lt;/span&gt; from the drain on a daily basis. This is not good people. I wont even touch my head anymore cause I can feel how thin it is and I just start crying.  I'm taking the vitamins.  I'm doing the shakes.  I've even started eating protein bars even though some of them are high in sugar just to try and save what's left on my head.  You have no idea how hard it is to get 80 grams of protein into your system on a daily basis when your stomach is the size of an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not walk around with no hair.  I'm afraid to even look to see if I have bald spots now.  I can see my scalp already.  This is just horrible.  HORRIBLE!!  I have to go buy some hats and maybe some scarves or something.  Of course it sucks that all the holidays are coming and everyone is going to see me.  They'll be like, "Oh you've lost so much weight your look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wond&lt;/span&gt;..... oh what happened to all your hair?"  I am NOT OK WITH THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, everyone can chip in and get me a hair replacement.  :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful friend Margaret cheered me up yesterday though.  She, her husband and her daughter are the most talented family on the planet.  (not to mention smart and gorgeous too!)  They are all musicians, artists, singers, just talent out the wazoo.  Her husband Rhett and their daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marea&lt;/span&gt; made up a little Christmas Carol.  She sent it to me and I'm trying to figure out how to get it on here to share with you.  I'm not having much success.  I'm waiting for my friend, Blythe in California to wake up.  She's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to this stuff and she can usually figure it out for me.  Wait until you hear it.  It's so cute and you'll be shocked to know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Marea&lt;/span&gt; is only 4!!  Well, 4 3/4.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  She and Calli are only 2 months apart.  I think?  I think she was born when Calli was supposed to be born.  End of March? Mid April?  Oh I don't know.  I'm horrible at that stuff.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AAAA&lt;/span&gt; HA!!  Mid April it is.  Wanna know how I know?  Yeah, I know you don't care, but tough shit, it's my blog, I'll type it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know because I just looked in my drawer and pulled out her birthday invitation from last year.  Why do I still have it you ask?  Because like I said before, this is the most talented family on the planet and it was the coolest invitation.  A picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Marea&lt;/span&gt; dressed as a princess on the back of a unicorn.  I'd scan it and put it on here, but I don't want to do that without permission.  Some people don't want their kids pictures plastered on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.  Even the written part inside was amazing.  I love this family.  Although I learned my lesson to NEVER EVER EVER sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; after Margaret.  Make sure you go BEFORE!!!  That way when she gets up there and blows people off their seats, you can just be happy.  If you go after her, no matter how good your voice is, you might as well be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kermit&lt;/span&gt; the frog, cause all you're going to be is cute with a boring voice.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really went off on a tangent about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pennell&lt;/span&gt; clan.  Oh well, it was something to talk about besides my head.  As soon as I figure out how to do the song, I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-6034730724566279715?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/6034730724566279715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=6034730724566279715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6034730724566279715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6034730724566279715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/gmail-homemade-holiday-carol.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-7419612336111738476</id><published>2008-12-08T18:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:16:30.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Damn I'm tired! It's been a crazy few days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday, Nick had a shrink appointment. The good news is that he's doing well and she's happy that I started him on all the vitamins. The bad news... that was the first time she met Calli and of course Calli threw one of her infamous tantrums. The doctor just kept looking at her and asked me a couple of questions. She then basically confirmed that Calli most likely has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Asperger's&lt;/span&gt; too. Not a banner moment for me, but I guess I was expecting it. I held back the tears.... wow, I'm not now though. I think my mind is back to that, what did I do wrong, phase. I will forever have to realize that I fucked up my kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Damnit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, deep breath. Anyway, moving on. She said that we wont start her on any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; or even discuss any of that until after we see how she handles school. Girls are usually better than boys. We'll see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so after that, we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; and got all the stuff taken care of for the new car then went and picked it up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YAYAY&lt;/span&gt;!! No more climbing over the seats. Oh and Donna... it's got a butt warmer like yours!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; So, anyone want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;POS&lt;/span&gt; Van??? It runs really well. I like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday we did a little more dog hunting. I don't know if I mentioned that before. We've been looking at shelters and stuff cause John's been asking for a "real dog". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Our Maggie is a tiny thing and he's used to big dogs. Nothing has been really catching his attention and the ones that were had an OUTRAGEOUS adoption fee. It's crazy. Some of them wanted up to $275. That's just insane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; Sunday. Sunday was a killer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so back story. Since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; hand made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;perogi&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas Eve dinner. Which is a large undertaking considering that the kids now have kids and there's a lot of people to feed. Our traditional Christmas Eve dinner consists of breaded and fried fish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;perogi&lt;/span&gt; and clam chowder. Ham has been added in the last few years. Plus a few odds and ends that unfortunately, I can't remember but they aren't the main focus of dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; passed away a few years ago, we have switched to store bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;perogi&lt;/span&gt;. Which anyone who has had that and home made knows there is NO comparison. But since my Aunt Pat does the holidays at her house and if you remember from my previous post, a Thanksgiving that feeds a small county! We can't expect her to hand make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;perogis&lt;/span&gt; too. That's just way to much for one person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this year I decided that I wanted the real thing and I was going to attempt to make them. HA! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I've tried before and although I can make the filling perfect, I can not make the dough. I told Mom I was going to do it and she volunteered to come and help. Silly Silly woman. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; So I call her when I'm shopping and say, Aunt Pat says to make about 150. How many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; should I buy? She says, oh, 10 pounds should be good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, 10 pounds. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;! Let me tell you, 10 pounds IS MORE THAN ENOUGH!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She got here around 10 am and left around 5 pm and we still had half a pot (the huge corn pots) of potato and cheese. We did figure out the dough though!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. And I have to say, I make damn good triangles. I can't say the same for Mom's though. Attention Family: Any funky looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;perogis&lt;/span&gt; were made by Barbara! Love you Mom and thanks for all the help. We were exhausted by the end of the day. My palms are still killing me from all the rolling and I'm still not done. I figure I'll wait until the pain dies down a little bit before I finish them. We ended up making about 250 of them. HA, anyone hungry??? OH and I made the plain cheese ones this year. We haven't had them since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; made them. You can't buy them in a store. They're made with farmer's cheese and were always my favorite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I took Nick for his first appointment with the DAN! doctor (Defeat Autism Now). She's wonderful. I really like her. She said I was doing good with the vitamins and would stick with that. She's having me do a urine test, fecal test and .... blood work (FUCK!!!) I told John we have to do it when he's home cause it takes 6-8 people to hold him down. But the test will give her a lot to work with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also talked about Calli and we'll do her workup at the same time as Nick's follow up to get the test results. She said, "She doesn't look healthy". I said I know! That's how she always looks, sallow, pale, dark circles under her eyes. She noticed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;distended&lt;/span&gt; belly and I mentioned the constant vaginal issues and the begging for food which she said is most likely a yeast build up and the constant food is feeding the yeast. So maybe we'll get both these kids straightened out a little bit. We'll see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, wow, I can't believe I forgot the worst part!! Stupid me went on Craig's List to look for dogs for john and found him a few. He picked one in Newton to go see. And... CAME HOME WITH IT!! And of course, all this time we've been looking at adult dogs, fully grown, house broken, all that. What does he bring home??? A 15 week old puppy!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so he's really cute. They said he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;shepard&lt;/span&gt;/pit mix.  They had taken a litter of pups from someone who wasn't caring for them and they were left outside all the time.  They were giving them away to good homes.  He's very sweet and loves Calli to death. He follows her around and lays with her on the couch. Whenever she leaves the room, he just cries. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; The bad part, of course John works all day. So guess who is house training! ME! Although, I do have to say, Nick has been great. If I'm not in the room and the dog goes on the floor. Nick puts him outside AND CLEANS IT UP!! How awesome is that!! I'm very proud of him. So now we have the two cats, Mocha and Muffin, and our Maggie so I told John he had to have an M name. So now we have a Mason. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I don't have enough to do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-7419612336111738476?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/7419612336111738476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=7419612336111738476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7419612336111738476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7419612336111738476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-im-tired-its-been-crazy-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-6358331981760715407</id><published>2008-12-04T07:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:39:29.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, we weren't on Rachel all that much yesterday. You did here my UG! and her look at me and say "RIGHT?" but they cut the rest out. And then the only time you saw us is the last minute we were there before she did her cooking at the end. It was a really good shot of all 4 of us though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still thinking about the day care thing. And Mom, I did check the laws for NJ and actually, I can take up to 5 kids (not including my own). The car situation is a concern. But you have to figure, most day cares have more kids than they can tote around. If there is an emergency (knock on wood there wouldn't be - although, with Callihan around...... hmmm) I figure, you call and ambulance, then I call a friend to stay with the kids. I also figure, that if I do this, we'll make twice as much money as when I was at work. We could pay off our debt and then maybe save up for another van. After the holidays, I'm going to put a couple adds out there and see what I get. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for MK, I know it's there waiting for me, but I can't wrap my head around that like you can. I can't see asking people to spend money on that when right now most people can't pay their bills. I'm sure I'll always be a MK lady, but not right now. I love you though!! Call me, we'll have a play date!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got a bunch of lots of clothes on Ebay right now. All size 18 if anyone is interested. Laura, no worries, you have your own pile! I still have so much more to do. I hate putting things on ebay, it's such a pain in the ass, but I like the money!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, off to shower. I have a ton of running to do today. Work out, gymnastics, pick up car paperwork, DMV, dress drop off for Shelly, home, and then car swap. Crap, I just thought of something really important that I had to do and then it went POOF! OH NO! I hate when that happens. (like daily!) Uhm,.... uh.... Oh I don't know. I hope I think of it. TTFN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-6358331981760715407?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/6358331981760715407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=6358331981760715407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6358331981760715407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6358331981760715407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-we-werent-on-rachel-all-that-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-6044856777614061233</id><published>2008-12-03T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:06:12.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Morning Folks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weight Check - 190!!  Looks like I'm doing about 5 pounds a week.  If that holds, I should be at my goal weight by my birthday (Feb. 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;).  Happy Birthday to me!!  I'm hoping to surpass my goal by about 15 pounds since there is a little bit of a gain back.  I want that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leeway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to pick up my new car.  THANK GOD!!  We're buying it from Tim's sister.  John's Dad checked it all out and gave us a green light.  And thankfully they are happy to take payments.  No more climbing over the seats or worrying that the wheels are going to fall off on the highway!  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll be on Rachel Ray Today!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-6044856777614061233?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/6044856777614061233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=6044856777614061233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6044856777614061233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6044856777614061233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-7374010514034300044</id><published>2008-12-01T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:30:47.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I'm the worst blogger ever.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.  Thanksgiving went really well.  Dinner at my Aunt's as usual.  It was a smaller crowd this year.  Only around 35 people.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  It was all yummy of course, but I was very sad and depressed because I only got down about 4 bites before I was full and couldn't eat anymore.  I swear I was gonna cry sitting at the table watching everyone stuff their faces and I couldn't.  So depressing.  I did take home a big plate of food that I've been munching on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I was one of those insane people who got up at the crack of dawn and went shopping.  I got almost everything I needed and the kids are done except for one thing for Calli.  I didn't go overboard either, so I'm pretty proud of myself.  The only thing I got that wasn't on sale was this stupid doll that Calli wanted that actually swims in water.  Damn thing was like $35!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh well.  It was on the top of her list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear was that I didn't get enough for Nick.  Calli is so easy to buy for that I always seem to get more for her than for him.  But once I unloaded everything, it was pretty even.  He may have even had a little bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to get the car checked out tonight.  Hopefully all is well with it and we can buy it.  It's our friend Tim's sister's car.  I can't wait to be able to get into the car from the driver's side (and out too!)  That will be so nice.  Driving around this weekend, I swear half the time we thought the front wheel was just gonna fall right off.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I gave myself a little holiday present.  I paid off our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; cards.  They'd been in collections forever and I used to get calls from them at least (no joke) 15 times a day.  Drove me insane.  They sent us settlement letters and I was able to pay them off at 30% what we owed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Totally&lt;/span&gt; worth it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking that I don't want to go back to work, no surprise there.  Of course John HATES that idea.  I was thinking of seeing if I could get some kids here and do daycare in the house.  I believe that as long as you have no more than 5 kids that you don't need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;licence&lt;/span&gt;.  5 kids X $200 a week.... that's more than I was making in the corporate world.  Although, I don't know if I would take 5!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  We'll see.  I'll put an add on Craig's List and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a laundry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt; day, so I need to get to it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT... Mark your calendars.  This Wednesday!!  We will again be on the Rachel Ray show.  And when she shows the wreath and they say how much it is, I'm the one who makes the weird noise that she talks too!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-7374010514034300044?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/7374010514034300044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=7374010514034300044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7374010514034300044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7374010514034300044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-im-worst-blogger-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-7999704473614163847</id><published>2008-11-25T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:32:12.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nick had a very nice birthday.  He got lots of cool things and had fun with all his friends.  The new Hess Truck Rocks by the way.  Very cool this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been rainy and cold here for what seems like weeks.  It's so dreary.  I miss the sun.  I've been reading the Twilight books which are based in the Seatle, Washington area and it's always raining in them.  I swear, I think I'm projecting the books into real life.  I just have a feeling that a gorgeous vampire is going to knock on my door any minute.  LOL  (Going to see the movie tonight!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weight check... 195!  Woo Hoo  45 more pounds to go!  I think I'll be really close by my birthday.  YAY!!  I'm now down 62 pounds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was thinking that now that Nick's birthday is done we can get back to some sence of normalcy.  Nope.  We have Brittnee's birthday party this weekend, Thanksgiving, Daniel and Sara's birthday's next month, not to mention that Christmas is quickly aproaching!  Arg.  I really need to get selling on Ebay so I can afford Christmas.  It seems that as they get older, the presents get more expensive.  They don't want the $2 doll or car anymore.  They want the $50 talking Panda and the $80 Lego set.  I really need to win the lottery.  Every year we are broke around this time, but I always seem to manage.  I think we'll be fine.  Ebay will definetly help a lot.  I just have to get my butt going and get stuff on there.  I have PLENTY!  Soooooo many clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our family of Eagles haven't been around a lot lately.  The neighbor was over yesterday and said he saw them, so they must be hanging out further down the lake right now.  Turns out it's a breading pair with 4 babies.  Very cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, off to warm up the house.  Gotta get the fire going again (not easy with all the wet wood!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-7999704473614163847?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/7999704473614163847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=7999704473614163847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7999704473614163847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7999704473614163847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/11/nick-had-very-nice-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-7321151174656860137</id><published>2008-11-20T14:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:54:07.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know my blogs are now few and far between, but boy, I just don't have a lot of time these days.  Between baking, cleaning, laundry, cooking, gymnastics, workouts, and shopping for birthdays... I'm booked and beat.  I just made two dozen cupcakes that are now cooling before I have to icing them.  Those are for Nick's school tomorrow.  Then tomorrow I have to make his cake for Saturday.  Shelly let me borrow her giant cupcake pan and even though Nick was really upset that Shell couldn't make his truck cake, he got over it pretty quick when I showed him the cupcake cake.  He thought that was pretty cool.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going shopping for his birthday with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Callihan&lt;/span&gt; in tow was a nightmare.  She just kept saying, I want that, I want that.  "It's not YOUR birthday!" I kept saying.  We ended up getting Nick two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; games (both on sale WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!) A Hot Wheels racing one and the Lego's Star Wars one.  We got him the Wall-E movie, a construction trucks set (found in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cheapy&lt;/span&gt; section) and this zero gravity car that he was begging for.  The thing drives on the walls and ceiling.  Should be interesting.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If anyone else is looking for stuff for him:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anything Lego's as long as they are the small ones.  Plain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lego's&lt;/span&gt; are fine, but if you are going to buy the sets, stick to things that are cars or trucks.  He's not really interested in the ships, space ships, air plane type things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any sets for his Geo Tracks train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Games for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gameboy&lt;/span&gt; (not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;!) - Non-Violent Only Please&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cars and trucks are always a winner for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Size 8/10 clothes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moon Sand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That should be good for now.  Christmas lists to come.  Oh boy!  Why couldn't I have summer babies???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, Lea is taking me to the movies on Tuesday to see Twilight.  That's the new movie out made from the book I just read that Cassy got me addicted to while she was here.  I read the damn thing in 3 days.  (500 some odd pages).  She said she mailed me the next one, but I haven't gotten it yet.  I have a feeling she sent it to the wrong town.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off to do another load of laundry and put icing on the cupcakes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Party is around 1-2 pm on Saturday.  Oh, let's say 1:30 and make it even.  Please remember that we are also celebrating John's birthday which is tomorrow.  No gift is required, but if you'd like to get him something, stuff for the fish tank would be good.  Plants, little houses or even fish would be great.  But a card and a hug is all he really needs.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; (when it's my birthday... I want PRESENTS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DAMNIT&lt;/span&gt;!!)  I'm greedy, what can I say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-7321151174656860137?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/7321151174656860137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=7321151174656860137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7321151174656860137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7321151174656860137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-my-blogs-are-now-few-and-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-9129345843427673824</id><published>2008-11-17T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:22:22.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What a crazy week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cassy and Casey were great.  We loved having them here.  We did the city, Aunt Pat's, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rockaway&lt;/span&gt;, and Mom's.  It seems like we were running every day and the week went by too quick.  It was really hard letting them go.  Cassy looks great.  You can barely tell she's pregnant.  She's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; FEELING pregnant though.  Poor thing.  She gonna be one of those chicks that we all hate who only gets a big belly and from behind you can't even tell she's pg.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They've really got it all together.  They have a 5 year plan and it's a damn good plan.  I think they're going to be fine.  I can't wait to see the baby.  Two gorgeous parents can only lead to gorgeous kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Casey was such a big help too.  Every minute he was like, what can I help you do?  He loaded wood, cleaned the kitchen, pulled carpet.  He ROCKS!  Good choice Cass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday's party was a big success.  We had a really good showing and everyone seemed to have a lot of fun.  Not to mention that I got $170 in FREE STUFF!  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;.  I even got some outfits in a medium.  (Thinking ahead)  And I replaced my Butterfly that so sadly melted.  (Don't ask - we just found it that way one day)  I cooked up a storm and everyone was happily stuffed by the end of the night.  The last people left at about 2:30am.  It was a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The doctor's office called me today.  The nurse said that my blood work came back and it wasn't good.  I had a B 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deficiency&lt;/span&gt; before, but she said now it was extreme and I had to get to my primary ASAP to get a round of injections started.  yeah  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;  I have an appointment tomorrow morning to start.  You don't realize the damage the lack of one little vitamin can do.  Apparently it can cause permanent neurological damage, memory loss (yeah must have been deficient for a while!) numbness, tingling in the extremities, dizziness, fatigue and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;plethora&lt;/span&gt; of other things.  Just lovely.  Hopefully after I get it leveled I'll start feeling better.  We'll see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, did anyone see me on Rachel Ray today?????  I did!  WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!  The next time we'll be on is between the 3rd and the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll let you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't forget this Saturday is Nick's birthday.  All are welcome.  Probably start around 1 pm.  Legos, cars, Wii games, gameboy games (no violent games please!) are all on his list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to make dinner for these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;heathens&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-9129345843427673824?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/9129345843427673824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=9129345843427673824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/9129345843427673824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/9129345843427673824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-crazy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8907739283863139730</id><published>2008-11-12T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:03:43.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wednesday Weight Check:  199 BABY!!!  I have crossed over the 200 mark with hopes of never ever returning! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cassy is in town for a few days.  (My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;)  She looks great (as always).  Even being 4 months pregnant - SURPRISE!!!  We've been keeping it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt; for a while.  But yup.  We will have a new member of our family come May.  I'm going to be a .... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;.... Great Aunt.  Although, I know I'm wonderful and all, but .... how about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rockin&lt;/span&gt; Aunt, or Awesome Aunt... Great Aunt just seems old.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;,... Mom is going to be a GREAT GRANDMOTHER!  Ha, talk about feeling old.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I'm very proud of Cass.  She's just got it all together.  Her and Casey (her man) have the next 3 years completely figured out already.  I'm so proud of her.  She's always been a smart cookie and when they hit this little speed bump, the just kept going.  I see a very bright future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've had a very busy week that's why I haven't written.  We picked them up in New York and then gave Casey a little tour since he'd never been there.  He was quite awe struck.  It was so cute.  He took so many pictures.  Cassey told him, and I quote "If you take one more picture of me, I'm going to shove that camera up your ass!"  HA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Cassey is long past the awe of NY.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  We had fun though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday was blood work for me and a little running around.  Tuesday was visiting day.  We saw Aunt Pat and the gang.  Drove though the famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rockaway&lt;/span&gt; so Casey could get the full affect.  (It was a very short ride &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)  I stopped and got a carpet for the living room.  Threw my workout in there somewhere too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we're going up to Mom's for the day.  Busy Busy Busy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off to get dressed.  Have a great day folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8907739283863139730?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8907739283863139730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8907739283863139730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8907739283863139730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8907739283863139730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/11/wednesday-weight-check-199-baby-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-7710241352456117640</id><published>2008-11-07T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:38:41.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out and bought one of those automatic scoop litter boxes in hopes that it will stay clean and keep the cats from peeing on the carpet.  I also convinced John to rip up all the living room carpet.  It was a plan we've had for a while, but he had wanted to wait until we could afford new flooring.  I told him at this point, we might as well just rip it up and get a remnant carpet for the middle and the rest will be covered by the furniture.  This way, we get rid of all the pee and if they do it again, it will be easier to clean.  Cross your fingers folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday we went to Rachel Ray.  SO MUCH FUN.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so getting up at 4:30am to go to the city and then waiting 3 1/2 hours to get into the studio wasn't all that fun, but the show was!  They segments for two different shows.  The first will air on November 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and its the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;elimination&lt;/span&gt; round for the "Hey, Can you cook?" contest she does.  (I know who the final two are!!)  The other segment will air between December 3-5.  They weren't sure which date but it will have Miranda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cosgrove&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iCarly&lt;/span&gt;) and some holiday stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got snack of the day (yummy brownies), December's issue of Every Day with Rachel Ray magazine and the 1st season DVD of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iCarly&lt;/span&gt; (which my kids were THRILLED about) - confession, I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iCarly&lt;/span&gt;.  I find myself watching it all the time and the kids aren't even in the room!  It's really cute.  After the taping, we ran out of there, grab a quick bite (since we hadn't eaten anything but a mini bagel and a bite of brownie since 4:30 am!) and the rushed to catch the next train home.  We had to do that because we had to be back home by 6:30 for Nick football banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banquet was really cute.  All the kids got a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;trophy&lt;/span&gt; and we all had dinner (food wasn't so hot)  We finally got out of there about 8:30, got the kids home and put them straight to bed.  Calli had fallen asleep at the banquet because both kids were up at 5:30 that morning and she hadn't napped.  All in all it was a very long day, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up, looked at the clock that read 5:45am and then saw John lying in bed.  I woke him up and said, what time are you supposed to go to work.  He looked at the clock, said FUCK, and jumped out of bed.  Some how the clock had changed to Saturday, so even though it was set, it didn't go off cause it's one of those smart clocks that will only go off on the weekdays if you want it to.  Needless to say, everyone in the house got woken up.  So again, my kids have been up since the crack of dawn.  Calli is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; taking a nap today!  She can do that, I'll clean this disaster and get ready for carpet removal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's bad now, but it will be bright and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shiney&lt;/span&gt; and smell pretty for the party.  I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-7710241352456117640?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/7710241352456117640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=7710241352456117640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7710241352456117640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7710241352456117640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-out-and-bought-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8859998426530281806</id><published>2008-11-07T07:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:47:26.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would anyone like a cat?</title><content type='html'>We ADORE our cats.  But they have to go.  They've started peeing all over the house and we can't get them to stop.  The kids are going to be devasted, but there's nothing else we can do.  They need to go to seperate houses.  Mom said if they are the only cat, that may help.  One is orange and white and the other is black.  There are pics of them on the blog somewhere.  It's going to kill me to let them go, but it's just not healthy for the kids to be around the urine, plus, it's making my house stink to high heaven.  I'm going to call the place where I got them, but thought I would offer them up to you guys first.  I want them to go to a good home cause they are so sweet.  Maybe someone who has a lot of property so they can be outside?  Anyone Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8859998426530281806?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8859998426530281806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8859998426530281806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8859998426530281806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8859998426530281806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/11/would-anyone-like-cat.html' title='Would anyone like a cat?'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-6236686236559188697</id><published>2008-11-05T19:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:56:28.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures you've all been waiting for!  Well, my ass is definitely smaller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the store today to buy a shirt to wear tomorrow.  I went to fashion bug.  I actually had to shop in the normal section, not the plus side of the store!  How cool is that?!  I bought a size 12 top! (stretchy though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, one ado... I made sure to not suck in in either of these pictures so I knew how I actually looked.  I still have a LOT of work to do, but it'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-6236686236559188697?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/6236686236559188697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=6236686236559188697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6236686236559188697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6236686236559188697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-are-pictures-youve-all-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-5870650436101084806</id><published>2008-11-05T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:50:03.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SRI_N6epl6I/AAAAAAAAAi0/35ymPN0do34/s1600-h/2008-09-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SRI_N6epl6I/AAAAAAAAAi0/35ymPN0do34/s400/2008-09-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SRI_OTG9lEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ONAin32Pn38/s1600-h/2008-11-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SRI_OTG9lEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ONAin32Pn38/s400/2008-11-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SRI_ORKCr1I/AAAAAAAAAjE/gI-o2U3vs3s/s1600-h/2008-11-051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SRI_ORKCr1I/AAAAAAAAAjE/gI-o2U3vs3s/s400/2008-11-051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-5870650436101084806?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/5870650436101084806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=5870650436101084806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5870650436101084806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5870650436101084806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_620.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SRI_N6epl6I/AAAAAAAAAi0/35ymPN0do34/s72-c/2008-09-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-7050765066869830772</id><published>2008-11-05T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:10:21.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my camera to work!!  Yay here are some pics.  They are out of order cause it wouldn't let me upload them all at once.  They are the kids playing in the snow, carving pumpkins and halloween.  The scary lady with Calli is my Mom.  She's such a dork.  Gotta love her.  I'm going to have John take some after pictures now and I'll do some comparisons for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-7050765066869830772?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/7050765066869830772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=7050765066869830772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7050765066869830772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7050765066869830772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-my-camera-to-work-yay-here-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-5760624269968906667</id><published>2008-11-05T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:07:54.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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Busy Busy. Halloween went well considering we were walking around with 7 kids!! They all gave out around 7pm which is really early for us, but they were done. We went to the diner to eat and then back to Shell's for game night. We had a good time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We FINALLY got wood delivered yesterday. After the first company not showing up.... TWICE, we got someone else to do it and they showed up the same day. Then Nick's football coach called one of his friends and he dropped some off too. We had 3 1/2 cords dumped next to the house. I immediately went over to the boys next door and their friends and said, Hey, wanna earn a couple bucks? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;. So we had them stacking all the wood. It was a double workout yesterday for me. I did my morning one with Lea, then I helped them unload the wood from the truck and helped the boys stack it. My back was killing me by the end of the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to my 2 beautiful things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first... While stacking the wood yesterday, we saw a bald eagle fly across the sky and land in one of our trees. It was the most beautiful site. We then noticed that there was a female further back in the woods. I have never seen a bald eagle in the wild. I was in awe and close to tears. I ran and got my camera and took a couple shots but my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt; cord isn't working for it and I can't download the pictures. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ARG&lt;/span&gt;. They weren't really all that good though because of the position he was in. As I sit here typing this, I am watching him actually flying over the lake. The site of something like that... something that almost didn't exist anymore, is awe inspiring. He is just gorgeous with his big white head and wings that seem to stretch to heaven. We think they may have a nest up in the woods behind our house. How wonderful would that be? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second beautiful thing... PRESIDENT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Barak&lt;/span&gt; Obama. Now I know some of you are probably staunch McCain supporters and that is your right. But think about it. You have just witnessed history in the making. You saw, with your own eyes, prejudice be put aside. You heard, with your own ears, ideas of change. We may disagree about who's ideas are the right ones, but you can not disagree with the knowledge that his being elected is change in itself. Considering that 50 years ago, a black man couldn't even drink from the same water fountain as a white man. Black children couldn't play in the same playgrounds, or swim in the same pools as white children. Where black women were expected to be nothing more than maids. This election says a lot about how much our country has changed in the last 50 years, and I pray that it continues. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Personally I was for Obama all along. Last night I found out that John was a McCain fan. BUT, I believe that is because he never actually listened to both sides and heard what each one was planning to do. He only listened to what his MOTHER had to say. And we all know what that means. He actually gave me some bullshit last night about him not being able to be president because they can't prove he was born in the US!! What freaking stupidity is that... oh yeah. Been talking to Mom again. Then he's bitching about the united health care plan that he's planning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, now, I can't say too much on this because I don't know all the facts. What I do know is that what he's planning is the same sort of plan that 1/2 the other countries of the world have and they all seem to be doing great. My friends who live in Canada have way better health care then we have and they have the plan he is proposing. I think it just pissed me off that he would just take everything she told him as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gospel&lt;/span&gt; and not actually look at the facts and think for himself. If he had and still wanted McCain, I'd be fine with that, but not spouting this stupid crap. He also said Oh, I guess you want our taxes raised... HA, really? Are you making another $180,000 that I don't know about? He's gonna tax the rich people who have more than enough to go around. Not us poor folk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's just a beautiful day. And tomorrow... TOMORROW will be a GORGEOUS DAY!! Because TOMORROW, We will see RACHEL RAY!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-5603084029219751962?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/5603084029219751962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=5603084029219751962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5603084029219751962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5603084029219751962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-beautiful-things.html' title='2 Beautiful Things'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8263349791980006676</id><published>2008-10-29T07:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:06:42.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So that little dusting on my car turned into about 4-5 inches throughout the day.  It became total mayhem around here since no one was prepared for SNOW IN OCTOBER!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom ended up staying here because most of the roads were closed and she couldn't get home. And then there was poor Nick...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My poor poor baby!  The bus driver called me at 2pm and said, just wanted to let you know that roads are a mess and we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; going to be late.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, no problem.  Then she calls me 1/2 hour later (when kids are normally picked up) and says, I can't get out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hackettstown&lt;/span&gt;.  WHAT??  After multiple calls back and forth trying to find a way out, she finally finds a cop that tells her she's not going anywhere.  She asks me if I can go get them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Uhm&lt;/span&gt;, first of all, that's not my job, second, I'll have to wait for John to get home because I'm not driving in this with my daughter in the car and third, the school is only going to let me take MY kid, they wont release the other 3 to me.  I told her to call her boss.  She did and he said he would go pick them up (which should have been decided on an hour before).  He finally picked up the kids at 4pm.  My poor baby didn't get home until 6:30 last night.  I gave him a pass on homework and let him go play in the snow.  Considering he had been gone for going on 12 hours, I figured he'd need the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reprieve&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Calli thought it was great.  She got to play in the snow.  She got to play with Grandma, which included doing her hair, brushing, clipping, putting in green spray. And she got to have hot chocolate.  It was a fun filled evening for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We lost power and cable multiple times, but all was well.  We are no worse for the wear.   I'll upload some picks when I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HA, Calli just heard the weather report and she yelled to me... MOM, two more days of sunny and then it's HALLOWEEN!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm off to call for firewood.  We're running dangerously low.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8263349791980006676?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8263349791980006676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8263349791980006676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8263349791980006676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8263349791980006676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-that-little-dusting-on-my-car-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-6879200733102624725</id><published>2008-10-28T08:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:10:08.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SQcLjUGo9FI/AAAAAAAAAhA/RqSdIW29vCA/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262187390925599826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SQcLjUGo9FI/AAAAAAAAAhA/RqSdIW29vCA/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I woke up to this morning!! WTF!! It's OCTOBER!! There's no SNOW in October!! I actually had to go out and shovel the porch so Nick didn't fall on his butt. It's too early for snow. I'm sad! The kids on the other hand were jumping up and down screaming! YAY SNOW!! SANTA'S COMING! HA LOL Remember when we were that age and loved the snow? That's before we had to shovel it and drive in it. Arg.  Mom called this morning to tell me that she had 3 inches already and they were calling for a couple more.  There were a ton of trees down and all the power was out.  They are running on a generator.  The ground isn't frozen yet so the weight of all the snow uprooted the trees.  HA, that's what you get for moving out to the sticks!!  Love you Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, funny story. It seems I need to get my perfect vision checked. Every morning I weigh myself (I know you're not supposed to!). Right before I get in the shower, when I'm all naked (no added weight please!) I jump on the scale to see what it says. Today I got on the scale as normal and looked and thought ok, 213, that's fine. And got off. Then went... UHM, WAIT A MINUTE!! Looked at the scale again, got back on... realized I've been reading the damn thing wrong. It didnt say 213... it said 205!!! I was miss reading the marks. (Need a digital one!) That's right friends. I am now down 52 POUNDS in 2 1/2 months!!! I haven't been this weight in eight years, since I had Nick. One more pound and I'll beat that record. And then I wont have been that weight in .... uhm.... in about 19 years... holy crap. I went into high school at 225.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definetly keeps you motivated! WOO HOO Bring on the skinny jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do preschool with Calli. I'm making her do some book work so she doesn't fall behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassy will be here in 12 days! YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-6879200733102624725?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/6879200733102624725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=6879200733102624725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6879200733102624725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6879200733102624725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-what-i-woke-up-to-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SQcLjUGo9FI/AAAAAAAAAhA/RqSdIW29vCA/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-234759273631903113</id><published>2008-10-27T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:58:40.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SQXy9t5ApBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/plsPFK0xBK4/s1600-h/100_3339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SQXy9t5ApBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/plsPFK0xBK4/s400/100_3339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-6655287324532108677?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/6655287324532108677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=6655287324532108677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6655287324532108677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/6655287324532108677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SQXy9t5ApBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/plsPFK0xBK4/s72-c/100_3339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-1076283995363115194</id><published>2008-10-27T12:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:01:08.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures I've taken recently of my lake in the early morning just before sunrise and of our mountain. The leaves are just gorgeous. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last one is of my gorgeous kids!  How great is that picture??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a great group for the party this year. It's gonna be a blast. Don't miss out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-1076283995363115194?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/1076283995363115194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=1076283995363115194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1076283995363115194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1076283995363115194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-are-few-pictures-ive-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-7734613291992061647</id><published>2008-10-27T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:53:11.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SQXx9im50xI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BvI6E5pOiYs/s1600-h/pics+from+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SQXx9im50xI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BvI6E5pOiYs/s400/pics+from+c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I just started using Picasa... I know, I know, I'm slow on the uptake.  But it was soooo cool.  It found ALL the pictures on my computer.  So I thought I'd show off my pictures.  This is my yearly pick of the kids.  I started with the first one (top left) when Calli was 1 1/2 and Nick was almost 5.  The last (bottom right) is my newest addition.  Calli will be 5 in February and Nick will be 8 next month.  They grow so fast, but they better get used to these picks cause I'll be taking them until their 90 or I'm dead!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-7734613291992061647?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/7734613291992061647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=7734613291992061647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7734613291992061647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/7734613291992061647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-started-using-picasa.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGJWlLLiEZ0/SQXx9im50xI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BvI6E5pOiYs/s72-c/pics+from+c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-601203315879603267</id><published>2008-10-24T10:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:21:11.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutzy Week</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, Calli and I went to the mall. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt; at Sears so I could look at those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; ball things. She was climbing on one of the bikes and I promptly told her to get down. I turn around and a few seconds later I turn back and said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Callihan&lt;/span&gt;, come here... to watch her immediately fall off one of the treadmills and bash her face into the side of it. Sears employees came SWARMING out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wood works&lt;/span&gt;. "Is she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? We'll get ice" (please don't sue!) HA. She scratched her nose and forehead and they were swollen, but besides that, she was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come home and get Nick ready for football. I made Calli stay home with me that night cause it was too cold. John and Nick walk out the door and walk back in about 30 seconds later with Nick crying. I'm like, what the hell did John yell at him for, they just walked out? Then John says, Go in the kitchen buddy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. He comes to me and I see blood coming out his nose! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; What the hell happened?? Turns out he missed the last step and went face first into the van. His nose was swelling. After some icing, we checked it out and figured it wasn't broken, but probably close to it. He said, I think I can still play football. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Lea watched Calli for me while I went to another BORING unemployment seminar thing they make you go to. When I got back to her house, no one was answering the door so I walked around back to see if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; was on. As I was coming back to the front, my foot slipped off the brick path, into the ditch beside it and completely twisted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I was standing in her back yard SCREAMING as she was calling my cell to tell me they were at McDonald's. So I hobbled back to my car and drove home to sit on the couch with my Boo Boo Clifford and wait for them. It's the same ankle that I've torn the ligaments in twice and the one I broke at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shoprite&lt;/span&gt;. It's just not having a good life. Today, I have a pretty bad limp and if I step wrong, I'm screaming. Needless to say, workout are on hold. I did end up getting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; ball though, so I'll do some crunches today.... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I haven't heard from Jessy, Lisa, Margaret, Aunt Irene, Jackie, Wilson, Valerie and a few others. Come to the party, it'll be fun!! Hell, Nick's teacher is even coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to ice my ankle. Later gators!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-601203315879603267?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/601203315879603267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=601203315879603267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/601203315879603267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/601203315879603267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/clutzy-week.html' title='Clutzy Week'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-5149971805735238390</id><published>2008-10-21T07:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:43:58.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got tickets to the Rachel Ray Show!!!   I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited!  I had put in for them like 6 months ago.  At the time Shelly said, yeah, I keep putting in for them but never get picked.  Friday I got an email that said "Tickets available"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YAYAYAY&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course I called Shell right away.  So it will be me, Shell, Tim and either John or Lea.  The only bad side is that they are not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt;.  They offer more tickets then seats, so it's first come first serve.  We are going November 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for the 10:15 shooting.  Shell was here last night and we looked over the train schedule.  If we catch the 7:30 train, we can be there by 9am, catch a cab (subway was way to confusing) and be there by 9:10.  That gives us a little over an hour of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leeway&lt;/span&gt;.  Hopefully that's enough.  I'M &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; EXCITED!!  I love Rachel.  Her man hands annoy me and her obsessive love of her dog is a little out of control, but hey, she'll feed me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weight check..  I am now 214 down a total of 43 pounds.  7 pounds to 50 and 15 pounds until I break into the 100's!!  So even though I HATE working out every day... I guess it's working.  YUCK not to mention the fact that I haven't been keeping my food down lately.  I need to start eating slower.  I'm still eating very little, but I eat so fast that my tummy gets pissed and sends it back up.  I'll figure it out sooner or later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;, I have party goers!!  Anyone else???  Jessy?  Lisa?  Valerie??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to do more laundry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-5149971805735238390?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/5149971805735238390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=5149971805735238390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5149971805735238390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5149971805735238390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-omg-omg-i-got-tickets-to-rachel-ray.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-1418116071292372829</id><published>2008-10-19T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:30:47.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey People, Seriously need to know if anyone is coming to the party... Anyone Anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a miracle on Saturday.  Nick's team actually WON A GAME!!!  We played against Jefferson (who had lost all their games as well).  I was watching Nick and realized that when he was on defence he would get down, then get up and stand there with his hands up just waiting for the guys to come at him.  I pulled him aside and said, don't wait Bud.  As soon as that ball moves you plow right in between the guys in front of you and hit the dude with the ball.  A few plays later (and me yelling from the side lines to remind him every play), that's exactly what he did and he PUMMELLED the quarterback.  WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOOOO&lt;/span&gt; GO NICK!!  He was so proud of himself.  He ended up with two sacks this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the parents were more excited than the kids.  We were all standing on the side lines just screaming!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  They did good and at least they can say they won one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made John help me clean today.  I'm sick of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; house.  I'm really trying to go through room by room and clear out.  It took me about 2 hours to do the computer desk on Friday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.  I spent most of today in the bathroom.  There was shit in the cabinets that expired in 2002.  Yeah, I'd say that's not good anymore.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Stuff just gets pushed to the back and you forget about it.  Now it's all nice and neat in there.  ...   ...  ... for now.  I figure if we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt; on one or two rooms every Sunday, by the time the party rolls around, we'll be in good shape. (if anyone comes...  damn, I need more friends - or at least less busy ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the van.  Most of you know that in MAY!! my driver's side door jammed shut and has been stuck that way ever since.  We've had multiple people try to get it open and it's a no go.  Friday we went over to Donna's and her son took a turn.  We ended up ripping off the inside panel to get at the part and it still wont budge.  It's just not worth it anymore.  I told John we should see what we could get for it as a trade in and buy a used car.  (Unless anyone has a car they don't want anymore that runs and all the doors open??)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  It has to be inspected in a couple of months and it's going to fail.  Might as well get something else now, or at least start looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I forgot.  I went for my interview and from what it sounds I'm exactly what they are looking for and have all the qualifications.  They said they would let me know in a few weeks.  If I get this job it will be a cake walk!  It's basically what I did as an Admin for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cendant&lt;/span&gt; for a department of 60 people and 500 entities except this company is 3 people and 5 entities!!  Rock on!  Plus they are really easy on hours and such.  They're like, "We don't take a head count here.  You come in when you come in and your leave when you leave.  As long as your work is done, we don't care."  NO MORE FACE TIME!!!!  Gotta love it.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; not interested in going on this interview, now I'm glad I did.  We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to veg out before dinner.  Don't forget to let me know that you are coming.  Stroke my ego folks, it's freaking depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-1418116071292372829?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/1418116071292372829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=1418116071292372829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1418116071292372829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1418116071292372829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-people-seriously-need-to-know-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2397200500648165166</id><published>2008-10-15T15:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:23:29.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Your Calendars!!</title><content type='html'>The Annual Toy and Lingerie party will be held on November 15th at 8 pm. Feel free to come early and get your drink on. We all know it's way more fun when you're not so inhibited!! I figure everyone should come around 7pm, eat drink and find a seat. Please either email me at &lt;a href="mailto:flutterbyheaven@gmail"&gt;flutterbyheaven@gmail&lt;/a&gt; or add a comment to the blog to let me know if you can make it. I need to know how much food and drinks to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now been working out for an hour a day 5 days a week. This morning I added 45 minutes of Yoga (which is really freaking hard by the way). I started doing it and when Calli woke up, she joined me. I was really jealous of how flexible she is. All the poses were like nothing to her. I struggled with every breath. Damn kids! Needless to say, after all this working out, everything prettu much hurts. My shoulder, my back, my arms, my legs, hell, sometimes my hair hurts!! But I keep telling myself it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lane Bryant yesterday to get an outfit for my interview tomorrow (since my suit doesn't fit anymore) and almost everything I tried on was in a 14. I was shocked. I love that store but one more size and I wont be able to shop there anymore. So Sad! :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's school is doing Book It! which is a program they run with Pizza Hut. The kids have to read for 15 min a night and at the end of the month they get a personal pan pizza for free. HA, the kid is so excited about that. It cracks me up. But hey, if it gets him to reading I'm all for it. He's sitting her next to me reading now. Oops, should I be listening???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about the party. This is the only party I ever have (adult wise), so I enjoy it. I hope lots of you can come. I'm giving you a months notice people!! The first one of these I had, the place was packed!! It's dwindled down to only a few now. It's more fun when it's lots of people (not that my regulars aren't fun!!) but you know what I mean. And don't forget, it's co-ed so all the guys can come too!! I don't care if you're prude or not, close your eyes when the toys come out and just look at the jammies, eat the food and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Nick's birthday is the following Saturday, November 22. We'll be having a party here for him with a very special "Cake by Michelle" WOO HOO So mark that day on your calendar too. I can't believe my baby is going to be EIGHT! I feel so old. Jeeze, I remember when he was 2 and thinking that 10 seemed so far away. Now it's right around the corner! WWAAAAHHhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dinner is begging to be made. TTFN - don't forget to let me know if you can come. Let me know if you can't come too so I can talk you into it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2397200500648165166?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2397200500648165166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=2397200500648165166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2397200500648165166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2397200500648165166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/mark-your-calendars.html' title='Mark Your Calendars!!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-3387857375228351924</id><published>2008-10-13T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:19:15.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>To all my Canadian friends that is!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm supposed to do some call today in about 20 minutes for a job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cadbury&lt;/span&gt; (yup, the candy people).  The only problem is it's in the tax department.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't really want to do that again.  Tax is a pain in the ass.  Everyone is stressed ALL THE TIME and they work insane hours.  I don't want to say straight off, No, I wont work overtime, but she has to be aware that during busy season (which for tax is like, 9 months out of the year) I can't stay till 8pm.  We'll see what happens.  Hey, if they offer me a crap load of money, I can't really say no I guess.  Not that I want to go back to work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy being home.  There's ALWAYS something to do.  Whether it be cleaning, cooking, laundry, baths, shopping, bills, kids, it's just never ending.  I don't know how I ever got anything done working full time.  I don't want to give this up, but I know unemployment will only last so long.  Bah Humbug.  Why can't unemployment just pay me forever?  Or why can't they offer to double John's salary?  I shouldn't bitch though, considering they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; off a couple people at his work last week.  I should just be happy he has a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing around football practice the other night with a bunch of other parents and John was the only one in the group with a job.. (SHOCKER, I KNOW!!!) They were all talking about how their companies were just laying people off left and right.  It's a scary time.  I'm just picturing us turning into the poor from the great depression and everyone standing on line for a loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese that needs to last us for a week.  HA  Talk about a diet!  I'm sure it will turn around sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this lady is gonna call soon.  Gotta go bond and gag the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-3387857375228351924?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/3387857375228351924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=3387857375228351924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3387857375228351924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3387857375228351924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-5198235872984036197</id><published>2008-10-12T19:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:05:51.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nick's team lost again yesterday... no big surprise.  But Nick played a lot more than usual.  I guess giving the coach a what for and then plopping our chairs right behind the bench so the coaches had to look at us really does something.  Hee Hee Hee.  They did really well and they always try their best.  That's what counts, even if they suck!  lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My cousin Valerie stopped by today to bring me some clothes.  I pulled out a pair of size 14 jeans and told her they would have to be put away for a while.  She said no no, try them on.  Now keep in mind that they were stretch jeans, but.... They fit!  Well, no, they didn't extactly fit.  They were really really tight, BUT, I got them BUTTONED!!  I haven't been in a 14 since... uhm.. well, I don't actually ever remember being in a 14, but I had to have been at some point right?  Probably 6th grade?  I can't wait till they really fit and I don't get that sausage roll over the top of them.  And then I can't wait till they're too big!  Sooner or later I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John cleaned out the garage today and moved all my boxes of crap from the back to the front so that I now have no excuse for not going through them and getting rid of everything.  I have to do a lot this week because the mondo garage sale is this weekend.  For those of you that live in Jersey, BARKS Garage sale is this weekend at Wild West City.  This thing is awesome.  It's huge and you walk around, grab a ton of stuff and they look at it and say, Uhm, $5 for everything.  Sunday afternoon they have $1 bag sales.  You pay a $1 for the bag and fill it with as much as you can.  I've gotten some really good stuff there including Bovarian china that completed my grandmother's set.  Check it out if you're in the area.  If you're not, it's worth the trip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for now, gotta tuck the kids in.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-5198235872984036197?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/5198235872984036197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=5198235872984036197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5198235872984036197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5198235872984036197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/nicks-team-lost-again-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2982333518603958068</id><published>2008-10-10T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:35:49.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am putting in a Mary Kay order.  If anyone needs anything, please let me know by Monday!  Check out the site.  They have a TON of new stuff.  All new colors and compacts, and don't forget about all the skin care, holiday gifts, etc.  And you know you all get discounts!  &lt;a href="http://www.marykay.com/"&gt;www.marykay.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I haven't been doing it a lot, my web site lapsed.  So just go onto the main site and then email me with what you want.  Don't order on the site!  &lt;a href="mailto:flutterbyheaven@gmail.com"&gt;flutterbyheaven@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night will be the deadline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2982333518603958068?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2982333518603958068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=2982333518603958068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2982333518603958068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2982333518603958068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-putting-in-mary-kay-order.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8781439924864582640</id><published>2008-10-10T09:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:47:15.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Congratulations to Beth and Mike!!  A new house is so much fun and it's good to know that someone is buying and selling in this market!  Dang, you should've bought the house down the street from us.  It's GORGEOUS, huge and going cheap!  But I'm still happy for you.  You're really close to me now.  Poor Mike, he's gonna have to see me more.  hee heee heeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Party Time!!!  I talked to my chicky who does the shows.  We still have to nail down a date.  The 14th is no good for some, so it will either be the 7th, 8th or the 15th.  I'm trying to shoot for the 15th.  Mark your calendars folks.  Pencil it in all the dates!  I'm hoping for a bigger group this year.  Come one come all!  Lots of new stuff to see.  And I'm much skinnier now, so I can try on some of the clothes without looking like a sausage!  Woo Hoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a gymnastics yesterday and saw my reflection in the glass... it was very bizarre.  You know how you picture yourself in your mind is never what you really look like.  I'm used to having a thin picture in my mind and then seeing a reflection of the michelan man.  Yesterday, what I saw was much smaller.  I must have looked like an idiot standing infront of the window turning this way and that.  HA LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kept Nicky home from school today.  Poor kid could not get to sleep last night.  We tried everything.  Normally he's a good sleeper and is out within 5 minutes of his head hitting the pillow.  Last night he was up till after Midnight!!  And do you know he was still up before the bus came.  (I left a message for her but I guess she didn't get it)  I'm glad I kept him home though cause he's really congested.  He's coming down with something.  Might as well head it off at the pass.  That's probably why he couldn't sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to do laundry.... YAY!  :o(  It's never ending!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8781439924864582640?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8781439924864582640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8781439924864582640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8781439924864582640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8781439924864582640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/congratulations-to-beth-and-mike-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-5346062944404993496</id><published>2008-10-07T10:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:30:15.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Steak is not my friend.  It's soooo yummy, but I guess I don't chew it well enough or eat too much, but damn.  It wasn't even a stomach ache.  It was just pure pain, like it was stuck (which it probably was).  The puking lasted a while and I felt like I pulled all the muscles in my chest.  Then I get up this morning and I can barely move my legs from yesterdays workout.  I don't think working out today would be a good idea.  I think it might cause more damage than good.  I'm sure Lea will talk me into it, but I'd have to do all upper body, and that all hurts too.  I don't want to do something major.  Knowing my luck, I'd tear a muscle or something and then not be able to do anything for weeks.  I think I'll lay low today and stick to laundry.  Cross your fingers that Lea agrees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TV TALK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have become addicted to the Duggar family.  You know them, the ones with the 17 children and one on the way.  They live in a HUGE beautiful house in AR that they built BY HAND themselves.  Anyway, they have a new weekly show on.  Last night, their oldest son Joshua, now 20, called some chicks parents and asked to "formaly court his daughter".  Ok, now in our world, that's cute and that would mean dating... not in the Dugger world.  In the Dugger world, it means he PROPOSES to the girl and they get to know each other during their engagement.  Not only is that bizarre, but they are only allowed to hold hands.  There is no intimate contact allowed at all, including kissing, until the wedding day.  Hmm okkkkkk.  They have to have a chaperone with them at all times.  Now, if this was me, I'd run away from home.  Not only are they ok with all of this, but ALL 17 of the Dugger kids are on the same page.  "Oh no, it makes it so much more special if you save the first kiss till the wedding day"  WHAT???  What if they are really sucky kissers and you're now stuck with a wet slobbery kisser for the rest of your life?  Hey, to each his own.  The Dugger's have a happier home life than ANYONE I know so they must be doing something right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I go to bed last night and I'm flipping through the chanels and realize that the world is coming to an end.  I mean, what is happening when they have televised the "National Rock, Paper, Scissors Championship".  ????  That's right folks, it seems that our old game of throwing out hands to see who wins something is a.... dare I say.... Sport???  Tell me it ain't so!!!  Of course, I got sucked in and had to see who one the ... get this... $50,000 grand prize.  SHIT, If I knew I could win $50,000 for THAT, I would have been in a long time ago.  What the Hell???  I just don't get it.  I mean, seriously.  What's more unbelievable is that they put it on TV.  That's just wrong.  I'm sure there are much better things people can be doing with their time.  And yes, I know that I watched it, but that was only for a journalistic point of view so that I could report this nonsence to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-5346062944404993496?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/5346062944404993496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=5346062944404993496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5346062944404993496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/5346062944404993496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/steak-is-not-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-1253580037447875722</id><published>2008-10-06T10:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:59:10.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've only lost one pound this week.  I'm not really happy with that, but I had to figure that I worked out 5 days straight and I'm sure I built a little bit of muscle.  And considering that my body has never had an ounce of muscle on it, it probably weighs a lot.  So, I'm down to 217 that's a 40 pound loss.  18 more pounds and we have a party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of parties, it's October, which means we need to plan the November "toy party" (this is adult toys, not kid toys).  I'm thinking November 15th.  Let me know if that's ok for everyone.  This is a boy girl party (cause it's more fun that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off to do my workout ..... again.... wwwaaaaaaahhhhHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I had to share this. (Thank you Margaret)  There is a New Presidential Candidate... It's someone we know!&lt;br /&gt;There's an effort to elect an unknown random person as President.  I think this is an incredible idea!  Watch this online video about the surprising new nominee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsgnet.com/pres.php?id=357563&amp;amp;altf=Lbzmfof&amp;amp;altl=Qfbsdf"&gt;http://www.tsgnet.com/pres.php?id=357563&amp;amp;altf=Lbzmfof&amp;amp;altl=Qfbsdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-1253580037447875722?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/1253580037447875722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=1253580037447875722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1253580037447875722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/1253580037447875722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-only-lost-one-pound-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-126499945102095502</id><published>2008-10-03T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:57:01.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; did not want to get out of bed this morning. My alarm went off, and off and off... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, but I got up to get Nick off to school. This past week he has been sleeping in. I'm gonna have to go buy him a cheap alarm clock cause he's a bear to wake up in the morning. It's so much easier if he's up playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; when I get up cause then I can just get him moving. Otherwise I'm dragging him out of bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After getting him out the door I debated about whether to stay up or go back to sleep.... sleep won out. Calli crawled in with me at about 8 and I turned on Disney for her. She let me sleep till almost 10. Of course then I felt even more tired. The thought of going to work out was horrible. I thought about calling Lea and telling her I wasn't coming. BUT, I toughed it out and went anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;APPLAUSE TO ME!! Come on people, I want to hear some major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ooo's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aahhh's&lt;/span&gt;. I did an ENTIRE WEEK of work outs. You should all be very proud of me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My major thing to talk about today is that I got the new Jenny McCarthy book "Mother Warriors". It talks about her battle with her son's autism and has a bunch of other stories from parents. She is a huge believer in the vaccines causing autism. As I read through the book I was shocked at all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;similarities&lt;/span&gt;. Not just in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;autism&lt;/span&gt; characteristics, but in WHEN they became evident. Also that these kids (not all of them, but a good amount) can recover with the proper diet and vitamin supplements. WITHOUT MEDICATION.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the biggest eye openers was that a B 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;deficiency&lt;/span&gt; can cause a lot of the outburst behavior in autistic kids. I have a B12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;deficiency&lt;/span&gt; and so does my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, so much so that she has to have the shots for it. There are a bazillion tests you can do to find out what they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;deficient&lt;/span&gt; on and what toxins and metals they are high on. And all of these things can be fixed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They have these doctors called DAN! doctors (Defeat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Autism&lt;/span&gt; Now) that only treat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;biomedically&lt;/span&gt; (no drugs). There is one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hackettstown&lt;/span&gt; and I'm going to try to get in to see her. The biggest problem... insurance doesn't cover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;autism&lt;/span&gt;. How STUPID is that. They cover Nick's doctor's appointments and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; but that is because he also has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;. They wont cover speech therapy, occupational therapy, or group therapy. Thankfully his school offers all of this for free as part of their program. They most likely won't cover a DAN! doctor. But it's worth a shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenny is going to be on Ellen today, which starts now, so I'm gonna go watch it. I have more to tell you about the mercury in the vaccines and getting them while your kid was sick. Tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-126499945102095502?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/126499945102095502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=126499945102095502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/126499945102095502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/126499945102095502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-i-soooo-did-not-want-to-get-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-2622732382636046966</id><published>2008-09-30T13:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:00:07.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did my first workout today.  It felt pretty good.  Except for maybe the crunches (that made me want to throw up) but I'm sure as I continue it will get easier.  Lea has no stomach at all, so it must work.  We did the treadmill, the giselle thing (which takes a while to get used to) then we did stomach stuff.  We were gonna do some yoga but we couldn't figure out how to use the dvd player.  LOL  She's gonna ask her hubby so we can do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be doing Monday - Friday at 11:30.  I think working out 5 days a week is pretty good.  Plus I'll still walk around the field at Nick's practices and Shelly offered to loan us back the elliptical, so I can do that at night.  DAMNIT I'M GONNA BE SKINNY IF IT KILLS ME!  And let me tell ya, those crunches damn near did kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's game is tonight at 6pm but it's not at Thomas Jefferson.  It at the new fields on Main Street by Grandma's Attic.  Come one come all.  He's so excited that Shelly's coming.  He keeps telling everyone.  "Shelly's coming to watch me play!!"  LOL So cute.  Hopefully they at least score once tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my unemployment checks today!!  YAYYYYY!!!!  I can pay the mortgage.  WOO HOO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.  I'm stinky and need a shower.  See you tonight if your coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-2622732382636046966?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/2622732382636046966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=2622732382636046966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2622732382636046966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/2622732382636046966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-did-my-first-workout-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-8916285768172457204</id><published>2008-09-29T10:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:27:06.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GAME ON!!</title><content type='html'>So far so good.  The game should be Tuesday night at Thomas Jefferson.  Most likely it will start at 6pm.  Hope to see you all there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow go on the weight loss.  I'm at 218.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;.  I only did 1 protein shake last week.  I know, I know!!  I'll get back to it.  I just wish they didn't take like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a lot accomplished yesterday.  John cleaned out the smoking room/sun room and then we tackled the play room.  It was all Nick's stuff since we haven't moved Calli's back down yet.  We made Nicky do "Keep one, toss one"  He did great.  Plus anything that was broken he tossed too.  He is ready for Birthday and Christmas!!  There's actually hardly anything in there now.  It's amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to take on Calli's room.  Oh lord.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be fun.  She has about 4,000 stuffed animals and she plays with all of them.  Getting her to get rid of some is gonna be hard.  She actually negotiated to keep one of Nick's trucks for herself yesterday though.  She gave up a stuffed giraffe.  At least I know she's got the concept.  But then I have to figure out what to do with all those stuffed animals.  They're all in like brand new condition.  I really would like to sell them, but I don't think many people buy used stuffed animals.  I'll probably have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freecycle&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ya know what someone needs to invent.... Barbie hair that doesn't become a rats nest or that you can brush without pulling all the hair out.  Am I right people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, off to shower and then to call Lea and see if she wants to start our workout regime today.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-8916285768172457204?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/8916285768172457204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=8916285768172457204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8916285768172457204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/8916285768172457204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/09/game-on.html' title='GAME ON!!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604223258240828504.post-3006770042759459963</id><published>2008-09-26T17:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:11:52.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GAME CANCELLED</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's football game has been cancelled.  I guess no one wants to sit in the rain.  It has been tentativly scheduled for Tuesday night at the TJ field.  I'll let you know as soon as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4604223258240828504-3006770042759459963?l=onthesunnierside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/feeds/3006770042759459963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4604223258240828504&amp;postID=3006770042759459963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3006770042759459963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604223258240828504/posts/default/3006770042759459963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthesunnierside.blogspot.com/2008/09/game-cancelled.html' title='GAME CANCELLED'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847252127179015484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
