<?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-8307058775259553401</id><updated>2011-10-06T21:22:09.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everyoneisgreen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-181061203500032084</id><published>2011-01-08T20:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:01:55.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where....</title><content type='html'>does the time go?  I should have waited 2 more months and it would be a year since I posted on here.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years go on, I look more and more like my mother.  I'm not so sure this is such a good thing.  It makes me wonder what else I've gotten from her.  I don't like to be scared every time I look in the mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-181061203500032084?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/181061203500032084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=181061203500032084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/181061203500032084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/181061203500032084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2011/01/where.html' title='Where....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2257766023190190441</id><published>2010-03-08T07:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:06:03.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I confess I'm a hoarder....</title><content type='html'>and man does my bathroom smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to put back and save stuff I really like.  I think I may have learned this morning to quit doing that.  I have some shower gel that I really like so I only use a little every now and then.  So this morning I'm taking a bath and don't want a bubble bath but decide some gel on a cloth would be just right.  Well the bottle of gel breaks into 5 pieces, I'm not talking a little crack here.  So I have more gel in the tub than any bath can take.  It'll take me forever to get it all out.  So use up your stuff before the bottle disintegrates on you.  Or get glass bottles.  Hmmm, pretty idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2257766023190190441?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2257766023190190441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2257766023190190441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2257766023190190441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2257766023190190441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-confess-im-hoarder.html' title='I confess I&apos;m a hoarder....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-3737408332597106679</id><published>2010-01-15T12:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:32:45.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need ....</title><content type='html'>a good laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattel has come out with Twilight Barbies.  http://twilightbarbies.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course prices are going way to high for 'em too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Edward at Target.  He's pale.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one bummer, I didn't think of this myself.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited 'cause there is a Jacob.  I don't know why the website doesn't list it but ToysRUs has it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-3737408332597106679?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/3737408332597106679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=3737408332597106679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3737408332597106679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3737408332597106679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2010/01/need.html' title='Need ....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-6264430310422421480</id><published>2009-09-11T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:33:24.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I ....</title><content type='html'>feel like I can breathe and relax.  The 1000 lb gorilla got off my chest finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do stress very well and that isn't good for someone with a condition that doesn't respond kindly to stress.  I don't do well with reduce stress techniques either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice when the only thing on the to do list is to go get flu mist for the girls and go to soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH gets home tomorrow night and the next weekend I go on my scrapbook retreat.  Nice break coming up.  The cat seems to be recovering well.  No retaliation that I can find yet.  I wonder if he's waiting for DH to get home.  He always retaliates on his stuff.  It shouldn't be but it's quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-6264430310422421480?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/6264430310422421480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=6264430310422421480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6264430310422421480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6264430310422421480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-i.html' title='Today I ....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1277133946925452812</id><published>2009-08-24T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:57:48.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma...</title><content type='html'>about what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm big on the kids going to school when they are suppose to.  For example, they went all the swine flu make up days even though half the school didn't and they didn't do to much.  Anyway, we are going on a trip for Fall Break.  This year they get Th, F, and M off instead of a whole week.  If we have them miss T from school it would make flying back so much easier on me (one connection instead of 3 or 4).  So what do you think?  Take an unexcused absence or make it hard on me flying back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1277133946925452812?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1277133946925452812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1277133946925452812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1277133946925452812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1277133946925452812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/08/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-6564578548509329234</id><published>2009-08-20T08:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:28:50.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my grandmother...</title><content type='html'>even though she is still alive.  You see my grandmother has Alzheimer's.  She lives nearby in a nursing home.  She no longer talks and can barely see, otherwise she is in great physical health.  I miss my grandmother from my college years.  I went to college about an hour and a half from my grandparents.  I would go stay weekends or just go do laundry midweek.  Gas was cheaper then the laundry mat then.  They always expected me even if I didn't tell them I was coming.  My PaPa (he died in 2001) would have something cooked (tomatoes and rice) or we'd call Grandmother at work and have her bring home a pizza.  It was good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother collected salt and pepper shakers.  She had hundreds.  My dad was in the army and my folks got married when my mom was 17.  So we started picking one up for her every where we went and it caught on to other family members as well. When her household was consolidated the shakers were distributed amongst family.  Here is my share.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/So1NurePW7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/vhnq0Pmppm8/s1600-h/IMG_5430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/So1NurePW7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/vhnq0Pmppm8/s320/IMG_5430.JPG" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372035394861751218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken them down and took a close up. You get the point though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-6564578548509329234?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/6564578548509329234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=6564578548509329234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6564578548509329234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6564578548509329234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-my-grandmother.html' title='Missing my grandmother...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/So1NurePW7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/vhnq0Pmppm8/s72-c/IMG_5430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-8061392734197332034</id><published>2009-08-11T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:59:09.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every once in a while...</title><content type='html'>you find a good deal.  I went to Batteries Plus today to get a battery in my watch 'cause nobody else would do it.  Well they offer a deal for $13 where they replace the battery for the lifetime of the watch.  So unless they go out of business or did something to break my watch that's a good deal.  They don't do all brands but they did my Seiko.  Now if they'll do Mickey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8061392734197332034?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8061392734197332034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8061392734197332034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8061392734197332034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8061392734197332034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-once-in-while.html' title='Every once in a while...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-8243695580803650353</id><published>2009-08-03T11:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:24:06.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the last....</title><content type='html'>one to discover Ben &amp; Jerry's Brownie Cheesecake ice cream?  How come nobody let me in on the secret.  This stuff is great.  You just need a few bites to get your fix too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8243695580803650353?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8243695580803650353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8243695580803650353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8243695580803650353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8243695580803650353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-i-last.html' title='Am I the last....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-8905077064999989049</id><published>2009-07-07T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:43:15.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SlNQxumak-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/yw-kUdB2N9k/s1600-h/DSC_0099_084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SlNQxumak-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/yw-kUdB2N9k/s320/DSC_0099_084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355713197126620130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SlNQxdyOIbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QwHbk4vlFTQ/s1600-h/DSC_0006_004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SlNQxdyOIbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QwHbk4vlFTQ/s320/DSC_0006_004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355713192612733362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to the beach.  We went a few weeks ago with my folks, sister and BIL.  It was fun.  We stayed on the Bay in Destin and we weren't far from what the girls call the "big beach".  Next year I want to go back to PCB where I grew up going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YDD got a crick in her neck on the way there.  That is why she is favoring it in the photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8905077064999989049?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8905077064999989049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8905077064999989049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8905077064999989049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8905077064999989049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach.html' title='The beach...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SlNQxumak-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/yw-kUdB2N9k/s72-c/DSC_0099_084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-4466862965510296962</id><published>2009-07-06T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:04:35.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I bother...</title><content type='html'>I'm so behind I should probably just quit the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-4466862965510296962?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/4466862965510296962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=4466862965510296962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4466862965510296962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4466862965510296962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-bother.html' title='Why I bother...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-928064045129580011</id><published>2009-05-30T07:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:34:37.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of firsts...</title><content type='html'>for ODD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did ODD finish K yesterday.  We let her have her first sleep over.  It ended up being a slumber party with YDD too.  They did pretty good.  Asleep by 10, up at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started wanting to go jump on the trampoline at 6:20.  I had mercy on the neighbors and said no.  Hopefully someone will have mercy on me later.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are out now at 7:25 after having 2 pancakes each and feeding the cat.  Who surprisingly didn't like having his food bowl brought to him.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-928064045129580011?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/928064045129580011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=928064045129580011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/928064045129580011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/928064045129580011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-of-firsts.html' title='Day of firsts...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-7319165054191380786</id><published>2009-05-28T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:51:41.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter sweet...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my baby's last day of Kindergarten.  It seems like just yesterday I was dropping her off in the gym and leaving her and getting to the bus stop way to early anxiously waiting for her to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school does nothing for them.  No graduation ceremony, no certificate, no nothing to mark the occasion.  We'll do something special when she gets home.  We'll go to her favorite place for lunch and then go have some water fun.  We might even go to dinner when daddy gets home from work.  Just make a day of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a first grader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-7319165054191380786?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/7319165054191380786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=7319165054191380786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7319165054191380786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7319165054191380786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter sweet...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-5587593442970678238</id><published>2009-05-26T07:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:27:18.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week...</title><content type='html'>of school to go.  We were suppose to be out Friday but we missed days due to swine flu and now have to go till this Friday.  It'll be interesting to see how many kids go this week and what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be practicing swimming getting ready to go to swim lessons but no practice this year.  The pool isn't even open yet.  Our HOA has gone to pot and has made most of the committee volunteers quit.  Thus, they are trying to do it all themselves.  We haven't even gotten our new key yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-5587593442970678238?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/5587593442970678238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=5587593442970678238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5587593442970678238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5587593442970678238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-week.html' title='Another week...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-6564822261701775591</id><published>2009-05-13T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:19:46.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curfew...</title><content type='html'>now don't get me wrong I'm all for curfews.  But Sheffield, AL just made one for 19 year olds and younger.  My sister was married at 18.  I went off to college at 17.  I think 19 is a little old to be telling what time to be in.  I think this one is missing the mark.  We'll see if it gets revised or just thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the news clip.  "SHEFFIELD, AL (WAFF) - Teenagers in Sheffield are now going to have to be aware of what time it is.  A curfew has now been set, and if you do not obey you could be paying a hefty price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are 19-years-old or younger, you had better be off the streets of Sheffield at a certain time.  If not, Sheffield Police can write you a citation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was that age I had a curfew," said Ian Sanford, Sheffield Mayor. "The city didn't impose it, my parents imposed it.  It doesn't seem many are doing that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheffield City Council members heard concerns from the police chief about too many juveniles hanging out at late hours, so a curfew ordinance was introduced and approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the school year, anyone under 19 has to be in by 10 Sunday through Monday, and 11 on Friday and Saturday.  Over the summer, the curfew will be 11 o'clock 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curfew will not affect teenagers who have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new curfew has gotten mixed reaction from residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are 18 or 19, you're old enough to serve the country," said Chris Mullins, a Sheffield resident. "I don't think you should have a curfew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It might be alright for teenagers out of school to be out at 11 o'clock," said Sheffield resident Martha Keck. "It's very tempting to get into trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another concern is if officers will be able to enforce the curfew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are not going to devote most of their time trying to search down violators of this, but if they do find them they will be cited," said Sanford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are not off the hook either.  If their child gets more than three citations, they will also be penalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who break the curfew could face up to a $500 fine. The curfew begins Tuesday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-6564822261701775591?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/6564822261701775591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=6564822261701775591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6564822261701775591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6564822261701775591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/05/curfew.html' title='Curfew...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2659566071041490519</id><published>2009-05-04T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:48:56.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know whether...</title><content type='html'>to laugh or throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite often buy Green Giant Fresh Steam veggies.  I had a pack of the broccoli in the freezer that I decided to fix for dinner.  Bruce drained them and put them in a bowl.  As I'm dishing the broccoli onto the girl's plates, I look at the broccoli and it doesn't quite look right.  Well actually one thing in the bowl didn't look right.  There was a nice big caterpillar on top.  I had DH confirm because after being frozen and microwaved I wanted confirmation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take broccoli off the girls plates because no way in the world were we going to eat it.  YDD was saying but I want some and I'm trying not to tell them why they can't have it.  I finally said just trust me.  I had one fresh crown in the fridge that I washed and steamed quickly.  I should have just done that in the first place but ODD will actually eat the stems in the other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH returned it to grocery where we got our money back, a grocery gc and the promise of contact from the big giant himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel sick.  I think I'm due for a lifetime supply of antacid or something till I quit thinking about this and gagging and feeling nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of your packaged stuff!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2659566071041490519?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2659566071041490519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2659566071041490519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2659566071041490519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2659566071041490519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-whether.html' title='I don&apos;t know whether...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-4856141253069147207</id><published>2009-05-02T16:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:58:55.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine flu...</title><content type='html'>is here in Madison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools were canceled Thursday and Friday.  We just got word today that the elementary schools are now closed until May 14th.  The HS and Middle schools will be decided on tomorrow.  I don't get leaving them open while closing the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my little world, I'm concerned about dance recital.  Forget the money, the girls have worked so hard and this was to be YDD's first one.  We'll see.  A lot can change between now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-4856141253069147207?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/4856141253069147207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=4856141253069147207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4856141253069147207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4856141253069147207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='Swine flu...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-193680602970752326</id><published>2009-05-01T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:28:35.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sounds...</title><content type='html'>of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid down for a little while and told ODD to get YDD to take her nap at 1:00 - fully expecting to hear fighting that would cause me to get out of the bed.  Instead over the monitor I hear ODD reading YDD a story, turning her music on and covering her up with the right blanket and turning on the lamp because YDD was scared.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-193680602970752326?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/193680602970752326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=193680602970752326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/193680602970752326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/193680602970752326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-sounds.html' title='Sweet sounds...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2346546842913114842</id><published>2009-04-22T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:36:54.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy busy...</title><content type='html'>day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YDD's Field Day is at preschool today.  Since she doesn't usually go on Wednesday, I have to go with her.  I don't mind - gives me picture taking time.  I sure don't know what we should wear.  It's going to be 72 today but it's starting out in mid40s.  I suspect it won't warm up too quickly so jackets for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then YDD has her regularly scheduled dance class.  Then all of us to church supper and then both YDD and ODD have their choir recognition service at church and sing in it.  I suspect YDD will pass out sometime today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried Kellogg's Special K chocolate delight?  Finally cereal that I can live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of breakfast, a brand new bottle of vanilla creamer fell out of the frig this am and busted.  I hate ceramic tile.  I vote to go back to linoleum.  Stuff stood a chance of surviving.  I've broken more things on this kitchen ceramic tile than I wish to recall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2346546842913114842?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2346546842913114842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2346546842913114842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2346546842913114842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2346546842913114842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-busy.html' title='Crazy busy...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2654875084015407488</id><published>2009-04-06T15:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:16:48.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on...</title><content type='html'>already.  It's April 6th and almost Easter Sunday.  It should NOT be sleeting on me on the way to the bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I bought a sleeveless Easter dress.  I didn't get to wear it because it was cold.  I was planning on wearing it this year.  Doesn't look like I'll get to wear it this Sunday either.  You would think I would learn.  Hopefully the girls white sweaters still fit so I don't have to make yet another last minute dash for white sweaters before Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe there is global warming, you ought to come visit.  It's more likely to be another Ice Age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to cover up all our trees and plants tonight in the hopes of keeping them alive through yet another late freeze.  And this isn't stuff we planted, it's stuff that was already in the ground.  We've learned not to plant anything till after tax day.  But we can't stop stuff from budding and blooming.  I do not want to lose another red maple.  If this one dies, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2654875084015407488?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2654875084015407488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2654875084015407488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2654875084015407488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2654875084015407488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-on.html' title='Come on...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-9102528117959092597</id><published>2009-03-18T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:52:12.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bugs...</title><content type='html'>We went to the Botanical Gardens today to check out the Big Bugs.  We went with two of our close friends families.  We got some cute shots.  I got to eat at Clementines and have Southwestern chicken salad and Botanical Garden tea.  Worth going just for the tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODD is doing well.  Slowly recovering from her surgery.  She still has a hard time eating.  Hopefully by Monday that will be back to normal so I don't have to worry about school lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ScGI_vrONrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2kuugNz_oeQ/s1600-h/IMG_4470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ScGI_vrONrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2kuugNz_oeQ/s320/IMG_4470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314679663984785074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ScGI_lx5RyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6_1bR6fnbTI/s1600-h/IMG_4467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ScGI_lx5RyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6_1bR6fnbTI/s320/IMG_4467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314679661328418594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ScGI-1b2erI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UdhwrBnI8CE/s1600-h/IMG_4447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ScGI-1b2erI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UdhwrBnI8CE/s320/IMG_4447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314679648351058610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ScGI-vWV7CI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D48a5KF0tT0/s1600-h/IMG_4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ScGI-vWV7CI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D48a5KF0tT0/s320/IMG_4438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314679646717340706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-9102528117959092597?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/9102528117959092597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=9102528117959092597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9102528117959092597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9102528117959092597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-bugs.html' title='Big Bugs...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ScGI_vrONrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2kuugNz_oeQ/s72-c/IMG_4470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-3502121449889247859</id><published>2009-03-09T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:00:50.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Go Round....</title><content type='html'>Is how life seems to be right now.  YDD now has strep and ODD is having surgery Wed. to remove her tonsils because she gets strep so much.  I'm praying ODD doesn't come down with it between now and then and that neither DH or I do either.  I really don't handle stress well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-3502121449889247859?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/3502121449889247859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=3502121449889247859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3502121449889247859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3502121449889247859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/03/merry-go-round.html' title='Merry Go Round....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-9064932749714264284</id><published>2009-03-04T19:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:53:09.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know...</title><content type='html'>the title of Bob Marley's "Every little thing/don't worry about a thing" song?  (Without Googling  ;O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ODD's recital song and I didn't know the title.  Neither did either of the other mom's or DH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about a thing,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise up this mornin',&lt;br /&gt;Smiled with the risin' sun,&lt;br /&gt;Three little birds&lt;br /&gt;Pitch by my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;Singin' sweet songs&lt;br /&gt;Of melodies pure and true,&lt;br /&gt;Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise up this mornin',&lt;br /&gt;Smiled with the risin' sun,&lt;br /&gt;Three little birds&lt;br /&gt;Pitch by my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;Singin' sweet songs&lt;br /&gt;Of melodies pure and true,&lt;br /&gt;Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!"&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!&lt;br /&gt;"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry!&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-9064932749714264284?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/9064932749714264284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=9064932749714264284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9064932749714264284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9064932749714264284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1935432298137872519</id><published>2009-03-01T08:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:00:58.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It snowed...</title><content type='html'>and quite a bit for Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/Saqidoc0ikI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Jpe28EbrpM4/s1600-h/IMG_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/Saqidoc0ikI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Jpe28EbrpM4/s320/IMG_4359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308233740767758914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YDD forgot all about being upset that ODD was sick and YDD couldn't go sing at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaqieEyHXeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HuustIvsp48/s1600-h/IMG_4364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaqieEyHXeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HuustIvsp48/s320/IMG_4364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308233748373265890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODD finally decided to come out.  I only let her stay out for a little while since she is sick.  But it never snows here so I couldn't make her stay inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaqieqPUhiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4NieaCPjtdY/s1600-h/IMG_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaqieqPUhiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4NieaCPjtdY/s320/IMG_4367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308233758427874850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaqifJ2FdBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VbPWkOQ1i7c/s1600-h/IMG_4377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaqifJ2FdBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VbPWkOQ1i7c/s320/IMG_4377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308233766911964178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "Alabama" snowman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1935432298137872519?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1935432298137872519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1935432298137872519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1935432298137872519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1935432298137872519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-snowed.html' title='It snowed...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/Saqidoc0ikI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Jpe28EbrpM4/s72-c/IMG_4359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-4924761431482204705</id><published>2009-02-27T19:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:33:23.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The more things change...</title><content type='html'>the more they stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaiUEjFpFlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6PdgPF93aaI/s1600-h/socksandrv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaiUEjFpFlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6PdgPF93aaI/s320/socksandrv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307654966715422290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaiUEzg5dpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/po5ZPrKxHXU/s1600-h/IMG_4193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaiUEzg5dpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/po5ZPrKxHXU/s320/IMG_4193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307654971124709010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different cats and different Barbie rvs and about 30 years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first photo is my cat Socks that we got when I was six and mine and my sister's Barbie camper.  He loved to get in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second photo is our present cat Smokey and my ODDs Barbie hot tub party bus that she got for her birthday from my sister this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-4924761431482204705?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/4924761431482204705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=4924761431482204705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4924761431482204705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4924761431482204705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-things-change.html' title='The more things change...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SaiUEjFpFlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6PdgPF93aaI/s72-c/socksandrv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-440188954022552268</id><published>2009-02-25T08:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:09:37.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy time...</title><content type='html'>at my house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH just left for a trip for over a week.  He came home and told me last night.  But he did warn me Monday night that it might happen that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have pictures (school and dance) this week and next week.  Do I have that much money?  No!  I'll probably buy school and take my own dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist apts and dr apts abound.  Then ODDs surgery is next.  Hopefully things will calm down for her and us to recover after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably  miss YDD's music program at school.  It's the day after ODD's surgery.  I don't know if I could leave her so quick to let someone else watch her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-440188954022552268?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/440188954022552268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=440188954022552268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/440188954022552268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/440188954022552268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-time.html' title='Crazy time...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-3837482998515424731</id><published>2009-02-10T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:32:55.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road...</title><content type='html'>We are on the road to recovery.  I got strep for the first time ever last week while DH was on a trip.  It never fails.  If it didn't keep happening over and over it would be funny.  One of us always gets sick when he's gone especially this time of year.  No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strep kicked my butt.  I wanted to rip my throat and ear out.  It would have felt better.  I opted for the antibiotic shot instead of pills for 10 days.  My butt still hurts and the bruise isn't gone yet.  I know, TMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday ODD gets up with a sore throat.  Strep confirmed Monday at regular peds office after Urgent Care botched the test and told us it was sinuses.  We exposed 1/2 the city through church and a birthday party.  We are meeting with the ENT Monday to talk about removing her tonsils.  I really want to do what is best for her but I'm not sure what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had YDD checked out at the same time.  She's the one with sinus issues.  At least if she gets strep she's covered with an antibiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODD turns 6 on Thursday.  I can't believe it.  Her party is Saturday so hopefully she'll be back to 100% then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-3837482998515424731?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/3837482998515424731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=3837482998515424731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3837482998515424731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3837482998515424731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-road.html' title='On the road...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-8436405664642336498</id><published>2009-01-16T18:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:21:34.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>Where does the time go.  Everyone says your children will be grown in the blink of an eye.  I'm starting to get that.  My ODD lost her first tooth today.  I can't believe it.  I remember when that tooth bit me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8436405664642336498?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8436405664642336498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8436405664642336498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8436405664642336498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8436405664642336498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/01/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1636091407392205414</id><published>2009-01-15T11:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:59:10.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool....</title><content type='html'>As my girls like to say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to take YDD to preschool today we had snow flurries, real fine snow.  When I left preschool it was so neat the way the sun hit the snow it looked like glitter.  It was very pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1636091407392205414?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1636091407392205414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1636091407392205414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1636091407392205414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1636091407392205414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/01/cool.html' title='Cool....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-4976487091699389863</id><published>2009-01-14T10:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:27:23.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive and Forget...</title><content type='html'>I'm having a real hard time with this right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-4976487091699389863?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/4976487091699389863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=4976487091699389863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4976487091699389863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4976487091699389863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/01/forgive-and-forget.html' title='Forgive and Forget...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-9063782815915453922</id><published>2009-01-12T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:37:54.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't win...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I can't win no matter what I do.  I've been trying to work my butt off (;O) exercising and of course my bad foot has to hurt.  I went to a ankle specialist and he was no help - gave me orthotics which the dr here in town said wouldn't help (and he was right).  What am I suppose to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-9063782815915453922?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/9063782815915453922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=9063782815915453922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9063782815915453922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9063782815915453922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-win.html' title='Can&apos;t win...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-8939496920020313862</id><published>2009-01-09T08:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:22:44.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing...</title><content type='html'>I always miss my hubby when he's gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not necessarily the reasons you are thinking.  Yes, he takes the ODD to school, gives me a break whenever I need, helps with the girls when he gets home, gives them their bath and much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's the little things.  I had to clean out the litter box, I had to take the trash and recycling to the road, I had all the blankets and got hot, there was nobody to ask about my day or tell me dinner was good, I had to turn up the heat when I got up instead of it already being warm and toasty, and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hubby and appreciate all he does everyday.  I'm so glad he gets home tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8939496920020313862?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8939496920020313862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8939496920020313862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8939496920020313862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8939496920020313862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing.html' title='Missing...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2714840397196000369</id><published>2009-01-06T07:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:09:01.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaks over...</title><content type='html'>Christmas break is over.  School starts back today.  I'm both happy and sad.  I enjoyed having the girls home but would like a break too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to take ODD to school, back home to get YDD ready and get her to preschool.  Then I'm heading to the gym.  I hope the classes don't kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2714840397196000369?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2714840397196000369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2714840397196000369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2714840397196000369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2714840397196000369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2009/01/breaks-over.html' title='Breaks over...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-9048322423939627159</id><published>2008-12-31T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:27:48.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement....</title><content type='html'>My girls make me wonder.  The things that excite them aren't always the things you think about.  Oh there's the typical excitement.  Lately it's been Christmas, my tooth is loose, my permanent tooth is coming in and I can feel it, I'm having a gymnastics birthday party, we got to go to a gymnastics birthday camp etc...  Then there is the unexpected, seeing a Little Pet Shop toy they've never seen before near the check out.  They didn't ask for it, they didn't want it, they were just admiring it.  I love the lack of greed they have right now.  Even when they saw Santa, they touched me because they only asked for one thing each and Santa even said that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-9048322423939627159?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/9048322423939627159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=9048322423939627159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9048322423939627159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9048322423939627159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/12/excitement.html' title='Excitement....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-5279635953591267455</id><published>2008-12-28T07:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:39:07.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough night...</title><content type='html'>Poor YDD got sick last night.  On top of that I felt sick and have some kind or rash/welts on my arms.  Thus, daddy did most of the taking care of YDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope nobody else gets it or anything else and that she is better today.  No church just in case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-5279635953591267455?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/5279635953591267455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=5279635953591267455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5279635953591267455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5279635953591267455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/12/rough-night.html' title='Rough night...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-954687564653694360</id><published>2008-12-23T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:01:17.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday....</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my Big Sis....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-954687564653694360?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/954687564653694360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=954687564653694360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/954687564653694360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/954687564653694360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-3582270657967973746</id><published>2008-12-17T07:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:00:33.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure...</title><content type='html'>I saw on the news that the Adam Walsh murder has finally been solved and closed.  The new police chief reviewed the case and with new eyes he closed it.  I hope this gives that family a little bit of peace that they so deserve.  They have done so much as kid advocates and have changed the criminal investigation ways.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm old enough that I remember when the murder occurred.  I know how it effects me.  I can't imagine what this family has gone through.  &lt;br /&gt;I doubt they can ever get full closure but I hope it gives them peace and allows Adam to rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-3582270657967973746?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/3582270657967973746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=3582270657967973746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3582270657967973746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3582270657967973746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/12/closure.html' title='Closure...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-5570441958750067846</id><published>2008-12-15T14:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:37:21.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Testament of Love...</title><content type='html'>One of my Great Aunts passed away Friday morning.  Her husband died this morning.  I told my DH that is how I want us to go when we are 150 or so.  One right after the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-5570441958750067846?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/5570441958750067846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=5570441958750067846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5570441958750067846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5570441958750067846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/12/testament-of-love.html' title='A Testament of Love...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2742046060253027202</id><published>2008-12-11T10:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:12:10.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Baking...</title><content type='html'>Is it really baking if you don't turn on the oven?  But saying Christmas Candy Making doesn't sound as well.  Either way, I'm baking or candy making today.  The toffee and chocolate drops are done.  Fudge is next and when the girls are home we'll do chocolate chip cookies, so I will actually do some baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas baking.  I love the smells when you come in the house.  YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, self stick pots totally mess with your candy times.  I don't use a thermometer.  I have tried and true recipes so I go by minutes BUT they are minutes for my old pot.  Which I promptly dug back out after realizing the timing was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to make fudge when it's cold and rainy.  I hope it will set but I cooked the stuff forever.  I knew devinity wouldn't work but I thought I'd be ok with fudge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2742046060253027202?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2742046060253027202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2742046060253027202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2742046060253027202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2742046060253027202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-baking.html' title='Christmas Baking...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-811477434572640448</id><published>2008-12-08T19:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:18:32.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Aunt Glenna....</title><content type='html'>who doesn't have facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had their children's Christmas program at church last night. ODD was an angel and YDD was a caroler.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ST3G6z7KDMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eLrBwh87VGo/s1600-h/IMG_3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ST3G6z7KDMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eLrBwh87VGo/s320/IMG_3997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277593052021132482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ST3G6Pl_sPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hfMAlfkIkoA/s1600-h/IMG_3810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ST3G6Pl_sPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hfMAlfkIkoA/s320/IMG_3810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277593042268696818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-811477434572640448?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/811477434572640448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=811477434572640448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/811477434572640448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/811477434572640448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-aunt-glenna.html' title='For Aunt Glenna....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/ST3G6z7KDMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eLrBwh87VGo/s72-c/IMG_3997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-3262803520599950772</id><published>2008-12-01T07:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:32:54.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving....</title><content type='html'>We had a great time over the Thanksgiving weekend. We did the family lunch thing and then took the girls camping.  My kind of camping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1OMUymWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/31ss5uTWvuA/s1600-h/IMG_3922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1OMUymWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/31ss5uTWvuA/s320/IMG_3922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274829212756384098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1NR4aulI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xpuO4Z7bt3o/s1600-h/IMG_3908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1NR4aulI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xpuO4Z7bt3o/s320/IMG_3908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274829197068122706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1PjZfU7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fKm7bSoHr3o/s1600-h/IMG_3945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1PjZfU7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fKm7bSoHr3o/s320/IMG_3945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274829236129977266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1OzOfIaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DDx6-Dfw4kA/s1600-h/IMG_3930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1OzOfIaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DDx6-Dfw4kA/s320/IMG_3930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274829223198925218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1OgfbxtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gKrzeIkKups/s1600-h/IMG_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1OgfbxtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gKrzeIkKups/s320/IMG_3927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274829218169734866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-3262803520599950772?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/3262803520599950772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=3262803520599950772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3262803520599950772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3262803520599950772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STP1OMUymWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/31ss5uTWvuA/s72-c/IMG_3922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-2151374609523963953</id><published>2008-12-01T07:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:36:05.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nativities...</title><content type='html'>I've had a Fontanini nativity since I got married and I add to it in some way everywhere.  Last year I bought several Jim Shore and some other little pieces to start doing a small collection.  Here is my latest addition I got last night from a Fair Trade group where the artist is from the West Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STPoATQL-0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5a13HedW56Q/s1600-h/43020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STPoATQL-0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5a13HedW56Q/s320/43020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274814680446794562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2151374609523963953?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2151374609523963953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2151374609523963953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2151374609523963953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2151374609523963953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/12/nativities.html' title='Nativities...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/STPoATQL-0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5a13HedW56Q/s72-c/43020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-1534456650107017988</id><published>2008-11-24T15:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:49:36.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm one of the moms on the Twilight bandwagon.  Just let me say don't knock it until you try it.  You don't know what you are missing.  And there is something to be said for the comradeship with fellow readers/viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister flew in for my birthday a few weeks late just to go to this movie with me.  Yes, we went to the midnight showing.  The movie was good but the time we had was priceless.  She and I went with 2 of my friends and 2 teenagers.  It was so funny listening to the theater full of teens sighing to the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the rest of the series gets made into movies too.  I'll definitely be there with my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1534456650107017988?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1534456650107017988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1534456650107017988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1534456650107017988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1534456650107017988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-5693753943194086952</id><published>2008-11-19T20:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:04:51.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Season</title><content type='html'>Being an Army Brat and most of the time going to Protestant service at chapel on post I grew up on and off with celebrating Advent Season.  To me it's a special time to make me stop and remember the real meaning for the season.  I don't do an Advent Wreath at home but we do advent calendars and we read an advent book to the kids.  It's a reminder to all of us that it isn't really about Santa Claus that we are celebrating Jesus' birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is plenty of room for all kinds of traditions this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DH is outside building a shelf for all my nativities.  I've started collecting different ones from all over the world.  I can't wait to start decorating the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-5693753943194086952?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/5693753943194086952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=5693753943194086952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5693753943194086952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5693753943194086952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/advent-season.html' title='Advent Season'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-6432458625490826702</id><published>2008-11-17T07:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:40:20.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime....</title><content type='html'>When I head off to bed I always go check on the girls and make sure they are covered up etc...  This is what I saw when I checked on ODD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SSFzt1t3ItI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lRMVFU8KcE8/s1600-h/IMG_3812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SSFzt1t3ItI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lRMVFU8KcE8/s320/IMG_3812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269620270350934738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is sound asleep with her Auburn visor on.  WAR EAGLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-6432458625490826702?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/6432458625490826702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=6432458625490826702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6432458625490826702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6432458625490826702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/bedtime.html' title='Bedtime....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SSFzt1t3ItI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lRMVFU8KcE8/s72-c/IMG_3812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-5141788546798433970</id><published>2008-11-16T17:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:07:13.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Christmas Songs...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm stealing from my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Christmas song is "Oh Holy Night".  I don't care who sings it, I'm gonna love it.  I especially like John Berry's version (below).  My favorite hearing of it was at Auburn First Baptist when my good friend Jon had the choir director add it to their list just because he knew I loved it.  I absolutely love the fall on your knees part which isn't good when you are listening in the car.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,&lt;br /&gt;It is the night of the dear Savior's birth.&lt;br /&gt;Long lay the world in sin and error pining.&lt;br /&gt;Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices,&lt;br /&gt;For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angels' voices!&lt;br /&gt;O night divine, Holy night when Christ was born;&lt;br /&gt;O night divine!O night, O night divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,&lt;br /&gt;With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.&lt;br /&gt;So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,&lt;br /&gt;Here came the wise men from the Orient land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of kings lay in lowly manger;&lt;br /&gt;With all our trials born to be our friends.&lt;br /&gt;He knows our need, to our weakness no stranger,&lt;br /&gt;Behold your King! Before the lowly bend!&lt;br /&gt;Behold your King! Your King Before him bend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices,&lt;br /&gt;For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your knees and hear the angels' voices!&lt;br /&gt;O night divine, O night when Christ was born;&lt;br /&gt;O night divine!O night, O night divine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-5141788546798433970?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/5141788546798433970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=5141788546798433970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5141788546798433970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5141788546798433970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/favorite-christmas-songs.html' title='Favorite Christmas Songs...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-6799351789589070049</id><published>2008-11-14T09:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:56:23.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm your friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SR2favsgWqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xbZ0EHTkH6M/s1600-h/IMG_3811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SR2favsgWqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xbZ0EHTkH6M/s320/IMG_3811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268542420921899682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's early but you have to take the opportunity when it's there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-6799351789589070049?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/6799351789589070049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=6799351789589070049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6799351789589070049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6799351789589070049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/warm-your-friday.html' title='Warm your friday...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SR2favsgWqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xbZ0EHTkH6M/s72-c/IMG_3811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-811245842623778878</id><published>2008-11-13T07:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:57:00.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sad...</title><content type='html'>I found more info on my junior high sweetheart that passed away in 2006.  I lost contact with him for many years.  But I can't seem to shake his death and not knowing about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if I scan pictures and cut me out if his daughter might want them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-811245842623778878?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/811245842623778878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=811245842623778878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/811245842623778878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/811245842623778878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-sad.html' title='Still sad...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-4583449941257161442</id><published>2008-11-12T07:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:09:52.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We in the US live in...</title><content type='html'>The Greatest Country in the World.  I don't get why fellow countrymen/women act surprised when we do as we have done for a long time.  That's what we do when all is said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of our county and I'm more proud of our veteran's that fought and died to make it this way.  I think we do them a disservice when we talk like what they've done has been for naught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-4583449941257161442?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/4583449941257161442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=4583449941257161442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4583449941257161442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4583449941257161442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-in-us-live-in.html' title='We in the US live in...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-6445067388524714910</id><published>2008-11-10T10:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:14:01.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the year award...</title><content type='html'>Will not go to me.  I thought I was doing good by taking my YDD to the library this am.  I need to quit letting my dds pick out their own books.  YDD picked one and I glanced at the pictures and didn't look at the words.  We got home and I started to read it.  It's about a little boy dying.  I cried through the whole reading.  When I finished I had her go get a happy book for us to read from our home stash.  This has happened before, I really need to read them before we check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to go find some junk to fix her for lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-6445067388524714910?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/6445067388524714910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=6445067388524714910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6445067388524714910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6445067388524714910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/mother-of-year-award.html' title='Mother of the year award...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2895532005353753808</id><published>2008-11-07T07:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:37:30.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>a pack rat.  I have a hard time getting rid of anything remotely sentimental.  I started yesterday going through all the preschool papers and artwork of my girls.  I'm trying so hard to just save a few and trash the rest.  I really think I need intervention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2895532005353753808?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2895532005353753808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2895532005353753808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2895532005353753808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2895532005353753808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-690672408832629387</id><published>2008-11-04T12:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:37:00.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting...</title><content type='html'>I went to vote today.  Yea me!  &lt;br /&gt;It took 1 and a half hours. Boo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant on...&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all the hard work the workers but in but come on...  They had 3 lines.  A - ? and ?-M and then N-Z.  That puts R, S, T and W all together.  At some point they pulled U-Z and made a 4th line.  It didn't help.  R, S and T all still together.  Then when you checked in you got in another line to get your ballot (only 1 table set up) and then you voted and then got in yet another line to put your ballot in the machine because there was only one machine there.  I went to city elections just a few weeks/months ago and there were at least 2 and I think 3.  I would think a presidential election might pull a few more voters.  And nobody outside to let people know about the lines.  When you are wrapped around the building nobody can see that there is no line for A-M.  And then you here a worker say we didn't know the line was that long.  Open your ears that is all that was being talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend at another polling place was S and had no line.  My parents (S) are still in line at their place.  My sister in KS was in and out in 5 minutes (P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I got through.  Took DH 2 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-690672408832629387?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/690672408832629387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=690672408832629387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/690672408832629387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/690672408832629387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting.html' title='Voting...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2904842697544202354</id><published>2008-11-02T20:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:13:13.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I totally get it...</title><content type='html'>My ODD just got invited to her first sleepover.  The little girl just called and invited her (after the mom had asked us first).  My ODD is so excited.  I hope she'll be able to go to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I totally get it.  My friend surprised me with a visit this weekend and I was so excited she was here.  (We should have put hubbie on the sleeper sofa).  Another friend and I go on a scrapbook retreat twice a year.  We share a room and we stay up till the very wee hours talking.  It's so much fun.  So I totally get my ODD's excitement.  You never out grow sleepovers or at least I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder if ODD will make it the whole night or if we'll have to make a run to get her.  No biggie if we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2904842697544202354?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2904842697544202354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2904842697544202354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2904842697544202354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2904842697544202354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-totally-get-it.html' title='I totally get it...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-7220827588193314593</id><published>2008-11-02T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:11:25.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year....</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm another year older tomorrow.  But I got to celebrate yesterday.  I have the best hubby in the world.  He suprised me with a surprise visit from my friend from Atlanta and a party with my bestest friends and my family.  It was the awesomest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-7220827588193314593?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/7220827588193314593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=7220827588193314593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7220827588193314593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7220827588193314593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-year.html' title='Another year....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-7114828949139544879</id><published>2008-10-24T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:18:17.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh...</title><content type='html'>Does anybody but me think that haunted house commercials should be banned from TV?  Why must they be shown at prime kid watching TV time and right before I go to bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-7114828949139544879?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/7114828949139544879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=7114828949139544879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7114828949139544879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7114828949139544879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/10/urgh.html' title='Urgh...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1988631899649799403</id><published>2008-10-24T07:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:55:28.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world...</title><content type='html'>Most of you know I'm a huge Auburn fan.  And I love my Tigers and will scream for them  no matter what their record.  But...  What the heck is going on?  How can we lose 4 games after leading at halftime in double digits.  I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War Eagle anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1988631899649799403?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1988631899649799403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1988631899649799403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1988631899649799403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1988631899649799403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-in-world.html' title='What in the world...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2307356729459878058</id><published>2008-10-22T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:08:12.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SP9PdvBYniI/AAAAAAAAADw/hTZNrI--fOg/s1600-h/IMG_3537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SP9PdvBYniI/AAAAAAAAADw/hTZNrI--fOg/s320/IMG_3537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260010262049103394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, YDD sang in front of the church for the first time.  She sang but very quietly - not like she has been singing for everyone.  I don't think I'll ever forget the words to Be Careful Little Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SP9PeC_eeaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4Aqnu9elekg/s1600-h/IMG_3640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SP9PeC_eeaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4Aqnu9elekg/s320/IMG_3640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260010267409807778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, ODD went on her first field trip.  I'm not sure if she was more excited about the field trip or Daddy chaperoning.  I have no idea what is in her hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2307356729459878058?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2307356729459878058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2307356729459878058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2307356729459878058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2307356729459878058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/10/happenings.html' title='Happenings...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SP9PdvBYniI/AAAAAAAAADw/hTZNrI--fOg/s72-c/IMG_3537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-5719004446106279547</id><published>2008-10-17T07:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:51:01.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not unusual...</title><content type='html'>Sent the teacher an email and got a very nice one back.  Made me feel tons better.  This is an issue that arises every year in Kindergarten.  She's going to have another talk with the class and individuals privately if need be.  We (DH and I) are going to keep talking too and will discourage this whole boy/girlfriend thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to get ready and the YDD and I will go read to the Kindergarten class and have lunch with the class.  Well actually I read and YDD gets to have lunch.  I pass on that although the lunches (Friday is always pizza) don't look too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends coming over tonight to scrapbook and have a craft night.  Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-5719004446106279547?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/5719004446106279547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=5719004446106279547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5719004446106279547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5719004446106279547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-unusual.html' title='Not unusual...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-8191255757827099138</id><published>2008-10-16T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:34:05.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grief...</title><content type='html'>We have boy/girl issues and we are only in Kindergarten.  I am so in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some little boy at school said he wanted to kiss my ODD and 2 of the other girls laughed.  So ODD got her feelings hurt and cried telling me about it.  I don't think she cried at school.  I tried to tell her it was meant to be nice and just to tell him not to say stuff like that.  I don't know what else to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8191255757827099138?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8191255757827099138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8191255757827099138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8191255757827099138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8191255757827099138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-grief.html' title='Good Grief...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1958467319085961731</id><published>2008-10-10T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:23:26.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>Home, tired, and going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in KS found out my dear family friend for 25+ years has Alzheimer's.  She pretty much just sleeps.  She was in no shape for us to go see her.  She was able to send her Valentine's cards (personalized) as usual in Feb. and go to my sister's 25th anniversary party in Feb.  I'm so sick of this disease!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1958467319085961731?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1958467319085961731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1958467319085961731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1958467319085961731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1958467319085961731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/10/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-9200978391852267070</id><published>2008-09-29T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:28:25.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried...</title><content type='html'>Tired, stressed and who knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YDD threw up last night.  Luckily it was only a one deal episode.  It just took awhile for her to decide to puke so I was in and out of bed for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ENT thinks ODD needs her tonsils removed.  I don't know what to do.  I don't want her to have surgery.  I don't want her to miss school.  But I don't want her being sick anymore.  She has had strep 3 times this year in warm months (Feb, Aug, Sept).  Not good according to the ENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to hopefully get a good nights sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-9200978391852267070?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/9200978391852267070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=9200978391852267070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9200978391852267070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9200978391852267070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/09/worried.html' title='Worried...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1534038735288459665</id><published>2008-09-27T07:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:40:37.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly....</title><content type='html'>YDD supposedly started running a fever in the middle of the night at my parents last night.  We went and got her.  The child didn't seem sick.  She talked the entire way home.  About the car, the lights, her shoes, where were her shoes, her pjs etc....  It reminded me of me.  I still get silly at 2 am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  She is still sleeping fever free this am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1534038735288459665?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1534038735288459665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1534038735288459665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1534038735288459665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1534038735288459665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/09/silly.html' title='Silly....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1083578013555232845</id><published>2008-09-26T15:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:38:34.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Would Have Thought...</title><content type='html'>We give our girls the FluMist instead of the Flu shot.  They had it last year and thought it was great due to no shot (and mom likes it's good for a year and against more strains).  YDD had hers earlier this month with no problem.  We are at the doctor's office yesterday and ODD (5) screamed bloody murder.  I had to hold her arms down and put my leg over hers.  She was ticked.  Stayed that way till home.  She said it hurt like a shot.  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also you have to tell your children to eat their chewable tablets.  Just handing it to them is not sufficient.  Children are too literal sometimes.  The given explanation to the doctor for hidden Claritin found under couch cushions several weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1083578013555232845?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1083578013555232845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1083578013555232845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1083578013555232845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1083578013555232845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-would-have-thought.html' title='Who Would Have Thought...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1838705814546254366</id><published>2008-09-25T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:05:44.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgon...</title><content type='html'>Take me away.  Please.  Anywhere will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1838705814546254366?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1838705814546254366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1838705814546254366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1838705814546254366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1838705814546254366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/09/calgon.html' title='Calgon...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-503906147607683385</id><published>2008-09-25T08:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:35:05.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird...</title><content type='html'>Somehow all the stuff on 2 computers converted to German.  I think it's all back to English now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-503906147607683385?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/503906147607683385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=503906147607683385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/503906147607683385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/503906147607683385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird.html' title='Weird...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-8835315357553306492</id><published>2008-09-19T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:35:24.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The President...</title><content type='html'>Is by no means perfect.  He isn't one of our best presidents but by no means is he the worst.  But, I am so tired of the media blaming the poor man for everything.  I really believe if he did something miraculous (like end world hunger or something) they would find fault with it.   Give the man a break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. He also didn't personally make these bad loans.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.  I'm also tired of hearing how bad our economy and country is.  I'd still rather live in the Good Ole US of A then anywhere else in this world.  So if you don't, then go live somewhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8835315357553306492?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8835315357553306492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8835315357553306492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8835315357553306492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8835315357553306492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/09/president.html' title='The President...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2820682565264587193</id><published>2008-09-09T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:08:28.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>With DH's work we have the option to use an online prescription service.  Well today they goofed and got to go round and round with me.  Of course, I was right and after I insisted they pull the original Rx I was vindicated.  They obviously don't know me or they would have stopped at the point where I said I have a copy of the original Rx in front of me.  I keep everything.  I knew that was a good thing and not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They inadvertently put the doctor's license number in for the date of the prescription thus saying my prescription was expired when it's good through March '09.  Makes you wonder what else they mess up.  Scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2820682565264587193?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2820682565264587193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2820682565264587193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2820682565264587193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2820682565264587193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1009287908180119917</id><published>2008-09-02T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:35:54.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting ...</title><content type='html'>On my soap box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your kids are sick, please leave them at home.  If you need a break, call a sitter.  The rest of us whose kids were well before they encountered your kids are sick of you sharing and making our kids sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1009287908180119917?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1009287908180119917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1009287908180119917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1009287908180119917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1009287908180119917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-getting.html' title='I&apos;m getting ...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-7794676469927868050</id><published>2008-09-01T14:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:00:07.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Previous post...</title><content type='html'>Is nothing without pictures, so here are two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SLxJkX8R8nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Yp6BXv87tiI/s1600-h/IMG_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SLxJkX8R8nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Yp6BXv87tiI/s320/IMG_3387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241144955603382898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SLxJkg-LprI/AAAAAAAAADE/lZ2JcG4-D_8/s1600-h/IMG_3389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SLxJkg-LprI/AAAAAAAAADE/lZ2JcG4-D_8/s320/IMG_3389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241144958027278002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-7794676469927868050?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/7794676469927868050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=7794676469927868050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7794676469927868050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7794676469927868050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/09/previous-post.html' title='Previous post...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SLxJkX8R8nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Yp6BXv87tiI/s72-c/IMG_3387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-7262209807034406826</id><published>2008-08-31T15:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:15:40.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm now...</title><content type='html'>the new owner of a van.  I know, I know, I swore I'd never own a van.  What can I say, with 2 young daughters and a small garage, I was doomed.  It's a pretty blue one though so I get some credit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-7262209807034406826?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/7262209807034406826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=7262209807034406826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7262209807034406826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7262209807034406826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-now.html' title='I&apos;m now...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-8739744990460463137</id><published>2008-08-27T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:41:11.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too young...</title><content type='html'>ODD at 5 is just too young for girl drama.  I'm really feeling like we are in for it in the teenage years.  Today we had 2 drama events.  She got off the bus saying the neighbor girl was mean to her and pinched her.  There are several things wrong with this.  One, I don't know what ODD's participation in this was.  Two, I hate tattle-telling Three, I don't want some kid being mean to my kid and four, did I say I hate tattle-telling.  When I get past 2 and 4, I want to whoop the little girl.  I basically told ODD not to sit with the other girl anymore.  What else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to church and we go to sit with our other neighbors who have boys.  Well, their oldest son didn't want the girls to sit with him.  So, I got up and moved the girls.  My ODD was crying and said he wouldn't sit with her at lunch either.  I just told her to sit with her other friends.  I don't like seeing my daughter with hurt feelings but there isn't much I can do to protect her at school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to coddle the kid.  If he wants to be rude then he can deal with the consequences.  Now his mom is the sweetest thing in the world so I really really hope I didn't hurt her feelings but she needs to be aware of her son's actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to not make big deals out of things like this.  I do feel the bigger deal we make the bigger deal it is.  So I do try to down play even when I want to go whoop somebody else's kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's are hard.  ODD seems to be the tiredest on Wednesday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8739744990460463137?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8739744990460463137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8739744990460463137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8739744990460463137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8739744990460463137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-young.html' title='Too young...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1589758892111484960</id><published>2008-08-26T08:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:12:58.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crud...</title><content type='html'>I have the crud.  I had a great time scrapbooking this weekend and got a lot done.  I came home Sunday and as the day progressed I felt worse and worse with a sore throat.  I thought I might have strep on Monday but I have tons of drainage and half the preschool has something similar.  So I think YDD was typhoid Mary and some parent at school sent their kid in sick and gave it to her.  Preschool has only been back in session 1 week (that's 2 days for her).  She's over it so hopefully it will be a quick run.  Unfortunately with me and my sinuses, any sniffle spells trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1589758892111484960?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1589758892111484960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1589758892111484960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1589758892111484960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1589758892111484960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/08/crud.html' title='Crud...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-7593110674147801339</id><published>2008-08-22T11:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:30:24.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down...</title><content type='html'>I don't think 1:00 will ever get here.  That's when I get to leave for my scrapbook retreat weekend.  My "roomie" doesn't get off work till 1 and that's when DH takes the YDD over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this month it looked like the retreat was going to get canceled.  My roomie wasn't excited about going and wanted it to get canceled.  I think she is excited now.  She better be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do my toenails.  Gotta look cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-7593110674147801339?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/7593110674147801339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=7593110674147801339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7593110674147801339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7593110674147801339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/08/count-down.html' title='Count down...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-605783722032841595</id><published>2008-08-19T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:41:09.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SKtoBJwegzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hhdr6fVNKxQ/s1600-h/IMG_3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SKtoBJwegzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hhdr6fVNKxQ/s320/IMG_3359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236393360756736818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was YDD's first day back at preschool.  Mean ole mom forgot the camera so I took after school pictures.  She is one of 2 girls in with 10 boys.  She will be a tom boy for sure.  She was worn out.  Had a good long nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-605783722032841595?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/605783722032841595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=605783722032841595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/605783722032841595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/605783722032841595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day.html' title='First day...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SKtoBJwegzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hhdr6fVNKxQ/s72-c/IMG_3359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-7069545087264672076</id><published>2008-08-13T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:25:50.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew and more ...</title><content type='html'>DH really needs to get on inventing that magic transporter and a cloning machine.  Most of you know I like to have things planned and timed out.  Everyone keeps moving things on me.  Between needing to be 3 places at once and missing meetings due to sickness, I'm going nuts.  My sister and BIL are going to be here pretty much for one day, I have ODD's first soccer game and a meeting on the only night we have to spend with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YDD is feeling mucho better today.  She went to bed fever free and woke up fever free.  I think once you get the antibiotic in you with strep, the bad part is over.  I was pretty freaked yesterday with a 103+ fever and her throwing up.  I was so relieved when she held down dinner last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODD is loving school.  She cracks me up at night when we are picking out cloths for the next day.  She says, "School again."  I'm like, "Yea, baby for the next 13 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YDD keeps forgetting ODD is gone during the day.  We were doing something today and she starting calling for Sissy.  It was so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-7069545087264672076?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/7069545087264672076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=7069545087264672076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7069545087264672076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7069545087264672076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew-and-more.html' title='Whew and more ...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-8152564066196225850</id><published>2008-08-13T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:51:04.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never fails again.....</title><content type='html'>My YDD is sick.  She has strep that her big sister had last week.  Of course, DH and parents are out of town.  She's doing better today.  She is asleep in my bed right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8152564066196225850?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8152564066196225850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8152564066196225850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8152564066196225850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8152564066196225850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-fails-again.html' title='Never fails again.....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-8538385015627488721</id><published>2008-08-12T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:14:42.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating...</title><content type='html'>My ODD has quit wearing her earrings.  It was her idea to get them pierced in the first place and she made it all the way to the point to start changing earrings and now she wants to quit.  It irritates me that I've spent 6+ weeks cleaning and turning them 3 times a day and spent the money on getting it done and special earrings for the first day of Kindergarten.  My YDD loves hers.  She would change our her earrings numerous times during the day if I let her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8538385015627488721?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8538385015627488721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8538385015627488721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8538385015627488721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8538385015627488721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/08/frustrating.html' title='Frustrating...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-3809515625608627112</id><published>2008-08-07T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:52:25.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SJsLPtZczsI/AAAAAAAAACs/gbjnBFzv61o/s1600-h/IMG_3331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SJsLPtZczsI/AAAAAAAAACs/gbjnBFzv61o/s320/IMG_3331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231787756633247426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do now.  Of course I have YDD to keep me company, entertained and busy but it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODD was all set in a new shorts outfit, with her Hannah Montana backpack, and new tennis shoes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go to school she said "I'm a big girl now".  It was cute.  I know she had butterflies in her tummy but she got excited when she saw all the kids.  Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get much sleep last night.  I replayed every moment of her life in my head.  When I finally did go to sleep both girls woke me up at different times "scared".  I finally gave up trying to fall back to sleep and just laid there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-3809515625608627112?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/3809515625608627112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=3809515625608627112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3809515625608627112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3809515625608627112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SJsLPtZczsI/AAAAAAAAACs/gbjnBFzv61o/s72-c/IMG_3331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-4491071249863294633</id><published>2008-08-04T13:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:02:02.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SJdRJo1O0tI/AAAAAAAAACk/iDZy_kbPw_Q/s1600-h/IMG_3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SJdRJo1O0tI/AAAAAAAAACk/iDZy_kbPw_Q/s320/IMG_3248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230738718235480786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had YDD's birthday party.  Yesterday, I co taught SS and we went and had pictures taken.  Today is YDD's actual birthday.  Tonight is the first soccer practice for the season.  Wednesday ODD starts Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-4491071249863294633?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/4491071249863294633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=4491071249863294633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4491071249863294633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4491071249863294633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SJdRJo1O0tI/AAAAAAAAACk/iDZy_kbPw_Q/s72-c/IMG_3248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-5313204128067685355</id><published>2008-07-29T07:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:20:55.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny?...</title><content type='html'>I don't think so.  We have ring and runners in the neighborhood.  They hit us again last night.  While the little punks may think it's innocent fun, they don't realize the turmoil that goes on in the house.  My girls are going thru a there is something scary in my room phase and I have a cat with a nervous stomach who pukes all the time.  So far these punks haven't upset the cart but I'm just waiting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a nanny cam I can borrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-5313204128067685355?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/5313204128067685355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=5313204128067685355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5313204128067685355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5313204128067685355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny.html' title='Funny?...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-7175496872488972135</id><published>2008-07-28T08:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:38:18.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More dancing...</title><content type='html'>In my sister's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Jon rocked this weekend at the Grand Prix of Swing. With only about 7 hours of sleep the entire weekend he made it to Semi-finals&lt;br /&gt;and finals in both events he danced for. In Jack &amp; Jill (you dance with 4 different partners and you don't know which partners you will get),&lt;br /&gt;he placed 6th place with KM from Shawnee Mission East (she just graduated highschool) and in Strictly Swing (which is a dance you dance with a partner you know) he danced with our friend AD(from Kirksville, MO) and they again made it to finals and placed 5th place.&lt;br /&gt;It was an absolute blast. Our best buddy Kevin did not make finals in Jack and Jill, but he got 3rd place in Strictly swing, which is cash prize and trophy so that was awesome as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Jon (and Kevin). My ankle is the size of a grapefruit from all the dance lessons and workshops and dances we went to but it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-7175496872488972135?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/7175496872488972135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=7175496872488972135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7175496872488972135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7175496872488972135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-dancing.html' title='More dancing...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2669293449526021409</id><published>2008-07-26T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:15:08.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing...</title><content type='html'>My sister and BIL have gotten into ballroom dance.  They love it.  I guess my BIL is pretty good too.  He competed in his first competition last night and he made it to the   finals.  I don't know where he finished but he's No. 1 with us.  The finals didn't start until 10:30.  I don't think he won 'cause we didn't get a phone call but that's ok.  My sister will compete with him as her partner in a different area tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2669293449526021409?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2669293449526021409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2669293449526021409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2669293449526021409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2669293449526021409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/dancing.html' title='Dancing...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1863144452077266253</id><published>2008-07-24T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:03:16.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe....</title><content type='html'>the rain wasn't such a good idea.  I woke up in the middle of the night dizzy.  Everytime I turned over or moved my head, my head felt like it was spinning.  It was a bit better if I didn't open my eyes but if I opened my eyes I couldn't focus on anything - everything was moving.  I don't know if it's my sinuses or vertigo or what.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My YDD is sneezing this am and sounds congested.  Maybe it's something related.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1863144452077266253?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1863144452077266253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1863144452077266253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1863144452077266253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1863144452077266253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe.html' title='Maybe....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-6198222643109525192</id><published>2008-07-23T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:09:27.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs...</title><content type='html'>a rain dance, you just need to post to your blog.  IT'S RAINING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mean I can't walk tonight but atleast I swam this am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-6198222643109525192?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/6198222643109525192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=6198222643109525192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6198222643109525192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/6198222643109525192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-needs.html' title='Who needs...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-4112440740232180132</id><published>2008-07-23T15:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:33:15.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...</title><content type='html'>Anyone know any rain dances?  We really need rain.  Two days in a row there have been thunderstorms all around us but not a drop has fallen on our house.  DH has instructed me on what to do if the field behind us catches on fire.  It's that dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another not, I broke my YDD's souvenir cup from Disney World.  If anyone knows where  to get one of these (without going back to Disney World) please let me know.  Yes, I checked Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SIeVB6Xgc2I/AAAAAAAAACc/p4ucQ91Mmec/s1600-h/IMG_3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SIeVB6Xgc2I/AAAAAAAAACc/p4ucQ91Mmec/s320/IMG_3193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226309752667009890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-4112440740232180132?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/4112440740232180132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=4112440740232180132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4112440740232180132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4112440740232180132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain.html' title='Rain...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SIeVB6Xgc2I/AAAAAAAAACc/p4ucQ91Mmec/s72-c/IMG_3193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-1757935114688569029</id><published>2008-07-22T07:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:37:59.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep....</title><content type='html'>I need my 8 hours of sleep.  Ok, ok, I really need more than 8 hours.  My girls have started waking up way too early.  Do they not know it's summer break?  At least my ODD will be ready to wake up early for Kindergarten in a few weeks.  Why she can't wait a few weeks, I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1757935114688569029?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1757935114688569029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1757935114688569029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1757935114688569029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1757935114688569029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleep.html' title='Sleep....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-4432148687691368801</id><published>2008-07-18T07:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:40:38.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am....</title><content type='html'>blessed.  I am so thankful for everything I have been given.  2 wonderful daughters and a hard working husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-4432148687691368801?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/4432148687691368801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=4432148687691368801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4432148687691368801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4432148687691368801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am.html' title='I Am....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-5750301882756303202</id><published>2008-07-14T19:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:06:33.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad....</title><content type='html'>I've been looking on the internet for years for my junior high sweetheart.  Well today I found him, at least evidence of his death in 2006.  I can't believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-5750301882756303202?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/5750301882756303202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=5750301882756303202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5750301882756303202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5750301882756303202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad.html' title='Sad....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-7525749884712753349</id><published>2008-07-14T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:53:35.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishes...</title><content type='html'>I'm on a dishes kick.  If you know me, you know the last thing I "need" is more dishes.  But I can't help it, I want some more...  I called my mom the other day and got these mixing bowls that I remember using all my life.  She let me have them.  She said it gave her more cabinet room getting them out of the way.  Today I went to an antique store and bought different pieces of Plum Fiesta.  I know, I said I'd never buy any but I did.  Now I need to figure out what to fix for dinner.  Something that will need to go in a bowl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-7525749884712753349?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/7525749884712753349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=7525749884712753349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7525749884712753349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7525749884712753349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/dishes.html' title='Dishes...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2904166949153201219</id><published>2008-07-05T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:58:01.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YIPPIE...</title><content type='html'>ODD ate dinner for the first time in a week.  I love Macaroni and Cheese and Domino's cheesy bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice afternoon, went to see Wall-e, had dinner at Red Robin and played at/in the water fountain.  ODD fell in and got her shoes wet.  When we put YDD's shoes back on she went and got in herself.  It was pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2904166949153201219?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2904166949153201219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2904166949153201219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2904166949153201219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2904166949153201219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/yippie.html' title='YIPPIE...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-3739914951416680749</id><published>2008-07-05T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:34:32.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day After the 4th....</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little better. We took the girls to see the city fireworks last night.  Kept them out way past bedtime.  I think they enjoyed watching them.  A little loud for the YDD.  The ODD getting in the car to leave said thanks for bringing her.  That was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODD is still sick. We took her back to the dr yesterday.  She is still running a low level fever.  As long as she is doing that, she's contagious.  We thought the fever was over.  Guess our thermometer isn't very good.  Hopefully no new sores.  They gave her an antiviral med to take.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get out and run some errands and have some alone time today.  I did all the cooking yesterday.  DH did fix the kitchen sink leak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-3739914951416680749?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/3739914951416680749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=3739914951416680749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3739914951416680749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3739914951416680749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-day-after-4th.html' title='Happy Day After the 4th....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-8109679514285335906</id><published>2008-07-03T09:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:22:28.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A vent....</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm bummed.  I'm not about to go off the deep end and I'm not neglecting my children (maybe my hubby a little).  I just extremely tired of taking care of other people.  It would be really nice if someone took care of me for a few minutes.  The last time someone cooked "me" dinner was when our family friends invited the entire family over for dinner.  Not the same thing.  My sister is the only one who calls and checks on me.  My parents call and check on the girls but they don't ask if I'm ok or need a break.  My DH called at 7:45pm wanting to know if he should come home from work.  I said why bother - the girls go to bed at 8.  They'd be in bed and asleep by the time he would have gotten home - how would that have helped.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who gets up every morning (or during the night) with the girls.  Yep, my DH lays right there and keeps sleeping.  His ears work just like mine do.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm wonder woman and quite frankly a pretty good one.  I'm just tired of being her right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-8109679514285335906?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/8109679514285335906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=8109679514285335906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8109679514285335906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/8109679514285335906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/vent.html' title='A vent....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-7431481584968942215</id><published>2008-07-02T17:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:41:46.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sick...</title><content type='html'>ODD has been sick since Sunday at least (probably earlier).  She has some really bad, weird virus.  I had it 2 Christmases ago.  I think this makes it worse because I know exactly how bad she feels.  (She feels really really bad.)  I thought the fever was over but it came back around noon.  She can barely eat.   Today I had pizza delivered (because I'm worn out) and she was able to eat the cheesy bread.  Cheesy bread is now my hero!  I will always buy it from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YDD is fine.  Very hyper.  I think she feels she needs to compete for attention right now.  Thus, I'm worn out.  Everything I offer ODD, YDD wants even though she's eating what I originally fixed.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I'm pretty bummed.  We were suppose to go visit my sister and family for the 4th but with ODD being sick and DH's boss not letting him off that isn't happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-7431481584968942215?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/7431481584968942215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=7431481584968942215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7431481584968942215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/7431481584968942215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-sick.html' title='Still sick...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1617663194773724867</id><published>2008-06-29T18:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:14:33.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun to tragedy...</title><content type='html'>We had an air show here in town this weekend.  We luckily went yesterday.  Today a thunderstorm popped up and took down some tents and injured several people and killed 1 5 year old child.  My heart bleeds for that family and those spectators.  They were out doing the same thing we were yesterday.  Please remember them all in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1617663194773724867?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1617663194773724867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1617663194773724867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1617663194773724867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1617663194773724867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-to-tragedy.html' title='Fun to tragedy...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-5666998936159798490</id><published>2008-06-26T07:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:19:44.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross...</title><content type='html'>DH is on a mission trip in NO.  He told me the grossest story involving where they are staying not the areas they are fixing up.  There isn't much I can do about it but he has strict orders to take a shower before climbing into the bed tomorrow night and to leave his luggage in the garage.  I am so grossed out I won't recount the story here.  I'll leave you wondering and I wouldn't want you to look at DH weird from now on.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-5666998936159798490?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/5666998936159798490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=5666998936159798490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5666998936159798490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5666998936159798490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/06/gross.html' title='Gross...'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-5676787328472162520</id><published>2008-06-24T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:37:17.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality has hit....</title><content type='html'>I'm outnumbered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-5676787328472162520?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/5676787328472162520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=5676787328472162520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5676787328472162520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/5676787328472162520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/06/reality-has-hit.html' title='Reality has hit....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-1562473714732992397</id><published>2008-06-24T07:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:56:33.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never fails....</title><content type='html'>DH is out of town so DD has to go to the doctor.  I'm calling for an appointment in a few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-1562473714732992397?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/1562473714732992397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=1562473714732992397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1562473714732992397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/1562473714732992397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-fails.html' title='Never fails....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-2195578344876046544</id><published>2008-06-22T17:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:46:29.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no....</title><content type='html'>DH has only been gone 12 hours and I'm already worn out.  Hopefully a good night sleep will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes it's a mental thing, knowing there is no evening break coming all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-2195578344876046544?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/2195578344876046544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=2195578344876046544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2195578344876046544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/2195578344876046544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-no.html' title='Oh no....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-9101029704965069277</id><published>2008-06-22T08:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:31:45.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy....</title><content type='html'>I don't do well when I get woke up.  I can wake up early on my own and I'm generally ok.  DH got up at 4 and left sometime before 5 to go chaperone a church youth trip.  I swear he made more noise then me and the DDs put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they have a safe, fun trip and get home Friday at a decent time.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-9101029704965069277?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/9101029704965069277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=9101029704965069277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9101029704965069277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/9101029704965069277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/06/grumpy.html' title='Grumpy....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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-8307058775259553401.post-3441367613217851398</id><published>2008-06-20T13:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:47:29.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Piercing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SFv6_TeaHgI/AAAAAAAAABY/ShopYXD_pg8/s1600-h/IMG_3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SFv6_TeaHgI/AAAAAAAAABY/ShopYXD_pg8/s320/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214036959077998082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SFv6_qkuK5I/AAAAAAAAABg/xkav4ZumeNE/s1600-h/IMG_3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SFv6_qkuK5I/AAAAAAAAABg/xkav4ZumeNE/s320/IMG_3111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214036965278493586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I took my DDs to get their ears pierced today.  I didn't make them and if they had changed their mind that would have been fine.  They said it only hurt for a minute.  The YDD did cry and she went second.  I let her see Sissy go first incase she changed her mind.  She didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-3441367613217851398?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/3441367613217851398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=3441367613217851398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3441367613217851398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/3441367613217851398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/06/ear-piercing.html' title='Ear Piercing....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Dcxd1s3JJw4/SFv6_TeaHgI/AAAAAAAAABY/ShopYXD_pg8/s72-c/IMG_3104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307058775259553401.post-4277540358616929099</id><published>2008-06-19T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:25:54.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much....</title><content type='html'>new going on.  Thankfully!  Tomorrow is the last day of soccer camp and then the girls are getting their ears pierced.  No, I'm not making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is feeling better.  She had kidney stone surgery earlier this week.  It wasn't expected - kind of crept up on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week there is nothing on the agenda. YIPPIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is back in town after her mom's burial.  She is trying to get her family life into a new routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307058775259553401-4277540358616929099?l=lauragst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/feeds/4277540358616929099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307058775259553401&amp;postID=4277540358616929099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4277540358616929099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307058775259553401/posts/default/4277540358616929099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauragst.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much....'/><author><name>LauraGST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402875545050537077</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>
