tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306097642008-04-28T19:19:39.380-07:00TwindomKingdomBarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-7354033068108151012008-04-25T18:28:00.000-07:002008-04-25T18:34:00.952-07:00Me, me, me and me<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My throat is still hurting. This will be day 4 of having some sort of nasty bug or allergy (?), other than my throat feeling like there are tiny cactus prongs sliding up and down as I swallow, I feel fine. If this is strep, it will progressively get worse, right? I hate being sick. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm also feeling quite snacky lately. Just call me snacky pants. I made rice crispy treats last night,YUM...I added a little more marshmellowies than the recipe called for, along with strawberry crispies, ooooh yeah. Much much better than sex.</div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-53879967344231980002008-04-21T21:36:00.000-07:002008-04-21T21:58:01.898-07:00<strong>finish the sentence.</strong><br /><br /><strong>maybe i should</strong> go to bed already.<br /><strong>i love the smell of</strong> vanilla, or anything sweet and sticky.<br /><strong>people would say that </strong>I don't look like a former police officer.<br /><strong>i don’t understand why </strong>I have so many addictions.<br /><strong>i lost </strong>my shyness when I was about 21.<br /><strong>life is</strong> hard to not take so seriously.<br /><strong>my past is</strong> something that has made me stronger and more adaptable.<br /><strong>i get annoyed</strong> with rude people.<br /><strong>my idea of a good time</strong> is spending the day with my horses.<br /><strong>i wish</strong> I didn't squander my early 20's.<br />Moles <strong>are cute when they are someone else’s.</strong><br />Too much perfume <strong>makes me sneeze.</strong><br /><strong>tomorrow i’m</strong> going to have more patience with my boys.<br /><strong>i have low tolerance for </strong>dishonesty.<br /><strong>i’m totally terrified of</strong> waking up in a nightmare again.<br /><strong>i wonder why</strong> bad things happen to good people.<br /><strong>never in my life have i</strong> broken a bone.<br /><strong>high school was</strong> miserable.<br /><strong>when i’m nervous</strong> my stomach hurts and i'm jittery.<br /><strong>one time at a family gathering</strong> I started lactating.<br /><strong>take my advice:</strong> enjoy life for what it is, things could always be worse.<br />Being appreciated <strong>makes me happy.</strong><br /><strong>i’m almost always</strong> wishing I could take a long nap.<br /><strong>i’m addicted to</strong> good food and junk food, and food that makes me feel like crap the morning after.<br /><strong>i want someone to</strong> tell me everything will be ok.<br /><br />Now its your turn.Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-20926026460407335122008-03-28T19:49:00.000-07:002008-03-28T20:06:51.829-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R-2vNRs9R4I/AAAAAAAAAME/K7Sla87gaMM/s1600-h/hands.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R-2vNRs9R4I/AAAAAAAAAME/K7Sla87gaMM/s320/hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182991388798437250" /></a><br /><div>I need help guys. I know I've asked this before, but I need your help again!!! One of my classes requires a paper over peoples' perceptions about how children learn language. I need the following questions answered (don't worry...names will be changed in my paper). Any and all elaborations are welcomed!</div><div><br /></div><div>1. How do you believe children learn language and when does this learning start?</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Do you think certain languages are learned quicker and easier by children than others?</div><div><br /></div><div>3. What do you think are the reasons behind some language delays in children and how can they be corrected and/or treated?</div><div><br /></div><div>4. What are your earliest memories of talking? Do you remember what frustrated you? Do you remember trying to verbalize something difficult?</div><div><br /></div><div>5. How did your parents and/or teachers help to develop your language abilities?</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you guys!!</div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-66746215360341947332008-03-04T18:43:00.000-08:002008-03-04T18:52:11.835-08:00<div align="center">Snow Day in March</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R84JtbvRumI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z5LbEueah-4/s1600-h/snow+day+march08+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174083698040093282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R84JtbvRumI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z5LbEueah-4/s320/snow+day+march08+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> John and his snow man</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R84JeLvRulI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xZof_R-NQCs/s1600-h/snow+day+march08+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174083436047088210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R84JeLvRulI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xZof_R-NQCs/s320/snow+day+march08+017.jpg" border="0" /></a>Matthew just chillin'<br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R84JM7vRukI/AAAAAAAAALs/H-aIvKuRcYY/s1600-h/snow+day+march08+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174083139694344770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R84JM7vRukI/AAAAAAAAALs/H-aIvKuRcYY/s320/snow+day+march08+013.jpg" border="0" /></a>The boys</div><div> </div><div align="left">The good news is that I'll graduate this year, quite unexpectedly. I didn't think it would happen until after the Spring 2009 semester. The bad news is that I'll be taking 6 summer school classes and 7 classes in the fall to finish early. Yee-haw!</div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /> </div><div></div><br /></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-74533943799162886062008-01-24T05:13:00.000-08:002008-01-24T05:25:37.194-08:00Totally Blog-worthy<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The lady that watches the boys while I'm at school has been attempting potty training the past few weeks. She has reported to me that BOTH boys have done their business in the potties on a pretty consistent basis. I've been working with them at home as well. I admit, not to the same degree that she does (every hour, before and after meals and snacks, after naptime), but I've been working with them every now and then. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Matching potty chairs sitting side by side on the bathroom floor, check. Plenty of good reading material on indestructible cardboard, check. Step stools to reach the sink for handwashing after, check yet again. The desire to undress the boys every hour just to have them monkey around on the potty...er, not so much.</div><div style="text-align: left;">This morning after breakfast I took the boys to the bathroom and Matthew peed in the potty!! This was the first time *I've* witnessed this, even though Peggy (Mimi to the boys) argues they understand the concept, just need consistency in training on the home-front.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Today is a good day. We are one step closer to being done with diapers....can I dream that they will be fully trained before their second birthday?? </div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-29595435614785881232008-01-14T17:23:00.000-08:002008-01-14T17:33:00.386-08:003 semesters and counting...<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today was my first day back to school. It was an ok day, other than the fact that my second to last class has a 2 1/2 hour break between it and the last class. Time to study every Monday and Wednesday I guess, or zone out in my car. I talked with a nice woman I had a class with last semester for the first time today. We recognized each other and have two classes together this semester. Turns out she also has two boys, so we had a lot to talk about. Maybe this is a potential friend? Lord knows I need them!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My last class that I was counting on being a "blowoff" class seems to be anything but. Some friends of mine had told me from semesters past they rarely attended class....well, my prof is VERY big on attendance...and get this, 70% of our grade will be from classwork and the remaining 30% from tests. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's to getting through another semester!!! Wish me luck!</div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-41004173855486960592008-01-10T17:49:00.000-08:002008-01-10T18:02:41.539-08:00<div align="center">Better late than never...Christmas 2007</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R4bM2gbwx0I/AAAAAAAAALk/HBUwlZoEly0/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154032060363491138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R4bM2gbwx0I/AAAAAAAAALk/HBUwlZoEly0/s320/Christmas+2007+048.jpg" border="0" /></a>The boys with their 4-wheelers </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R4bMmgbwxzI/AAAAAAAAALc/Mh9pBFvZacA/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154031785485584178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R4bMmgbwxzI/AAAAAAAAALc/Mh9pBFvZacA/s320/Christmas+2007+031.jpg" border="0" /></a> Me with my(upside down) gift<br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R4bMbQbwxyI/AAAAAAAAALU/zbYtEAwfWIE/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154031592212055842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R4bMbQbwxyI/AAAAAAAAALU/zbYtEAwfWIE/s320/Christmas+2007+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> Opening presents<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R4bMDgbwxxI/AAAAAAAAALM/f7nGrLDzGSQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154031184190162706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R4bMDgbwxxI/AAAAAAAAALM/f7nGrLDzGSQ/s320/Christmas+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Look, a frog!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div><br /></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-62397517247260445252008-01-01T03:59:00.001-08:002008-01-01T04:06:12.599-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lets Start the New Year as Flowers... </span><table width="145" style="text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" style="border: 2px solid #006600;color:#ffffff;padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:5px;"> <p style="font-size:15px;font-family:Georgia,Serif;color:#000000;font-weight: bold;"> I am a<br />Snapdragon <a href="http://www.thisgardenisillegal.com/flower-quiz.htm" style="text-decoration: none;font-size: 15px; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><br /><img src="http://thisgardenisillegal.com/quiz/snapdragon.jpg" width="140" height="200" border="0" style="text-decoration: underline;" /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">What Flower </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Are You?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> </span></span><br /></a><br /></p></td></tr></tbody></table></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); white-space: normal; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;">"Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh."</span><br /></span></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-73349572313368027202007-12-31T11:51:00.000-08:002007-12-31T12:05:30.952-08:00Dear 13year old Babs,<div><br /></div><div>You are far too insecure and shy! Everyone, and yes I do mean EVERYONE your age feels as insecure about their bodies as you do! Being flat chested is something you will just have to learn to love. No matter how much you wish for a full chest, its just not going to happen! Surgery is an option, but more important is to learn how to love the body you have been given.</div><div><br /></div><div>It does suck to have gotten your period for the very first time while at girl scout camp. Thank goodness for friends that had already crossed that bridge and came prepared! Think of it this way, at least you were at a camp with a bunch of girls versus a co-ed one! Relax. Its really not that bad and NOBODY can tell its *that special time of the month* other than you.</div><div><br /></div><div>You are a great person and should not settle for less..ever. Do not let others take advantage of you or talk down to you. </div><div><br /></div><div>Listen to that little voice, it will not steer you wrong!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This post is because of <a href="http://sjsfalter.blogspot.com/">Steph</a>.....I now tag <a href="http://whatyouate.blogspot.com/">JC</a> and <a href="http://mamaquita.blogspot.com/">BJ</a>!</div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-24030131073526781612007-12-26T11:46:00.000-08:002007-12-26T12:08:08.398-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">Day after Christmas<br /></div><div><br /><div>I started the day by cleaning up the kitchen a bit and making cinnamon rolls for the boys before we all tore into the presents. The boys got a bunch of books, twin four wheelers, stuffed animals, clothes, and of course candy! I got John a new rice maker, indoor grill, facial hair trimmer, and assorted treats. I think I made out best of all though. John got me a new <a href="http://www.apple.com/imac/design.html">computer</a><br /></div><div>I also got a new coach handbag from his mother, a grill pan and money from my mom, a really cool shirt from my sis along with a book, cookie sheets, and a dustbuster....a necessary item after obtaining a very large doggie. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am still learning how to use my new toy...I have so much stuff on my old computer that needs to be transferred to the Mac. Along with all my pictures. Any tips or hints would be appreciated as we are both new to the Macworld.</div><div><br /></div><div>Christmas dinner was at my sis' place. I made some kickazz tamales from a recipe Anne selected for me. The recipe called for pork butt...but all I could find on Christmas Eve was a pork loin, so I plopped that in the crockpot for 12+ hours, assembled the tamales and took them to Annes to be cooked. Her enchiladas were great, along with all the fixins.</div><div><br /></div><div>The decorations were disassembled and put away with the help of my mom this morning. I hate prolonging the inevitable. Now all that needs to be done is for all this food to be eaten before I lose my willpower and gorge myself to death!</div></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-26120651401334827592007-12-21T15:07:00.000-08:002007-12-21T15:22:27.077-08:00<div align="center">Meet Andy...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R2xIUgbwxwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Bsp_am98NlE/s1600-h/dog+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146567991318595330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R2xIUgbwxwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Bsp_am98NlE/s320/dog+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Andy with Michael<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R2xIHgbwxvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/O3yYz_TmzEg/s1600-h/dog+001.1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146567767980295922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R2xIHgbwxvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/O3yYz_TmzEg/s320/dog+001.1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Andy next to me in the kitchen<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R2xH-wbwxuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sZ1Luw1X5Gk/s1600-h/andy+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146567617656440546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R2xH-wbwxuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sZ1Luw1X5Gk/s320/andy+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Getting love from all three boys<br /><br /></div><div align="left">We got Andy a week ago Saturday from the local <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Petsmart</span>. Every weekend they have a nonprofit shelter come by with cats and dogs that they adopted from kill shelters. Originally we were looking for something small. A <span style="color:#ffffff;">Chihuahua</span>. Perhaps a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Yorkie</span>. We walked away with a 97 pound, one year old <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anatolian_Shepherd_Dog">Anatolian <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Shepherd</span></a>. He is great with the boys, and best yet, is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">house trained</span>!<br /></div><div align="center"></div></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-1730110393444148432007-12-04T17:53:00.000-08:002007-12-04T18:09:41.531-08:00<strong>Have Done/Haven't Done!</strong><br /><br /><br />I got this from <a href="http://sjsfalter.blogspot.com/">Steph's</a> blog<br />Highlight everything you have done from the following list and post in your blog. I feel like according to the list, I'm pretty dang dull. Oh well, life ain't over yet, right?<br /><br /><br />01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink<br />02. Swam with wild dolphins<br />03. <strong>Climbed a mountain</strong><br />04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive<br />05. Been inside the Great Pyramid<br />06. <strong>Held a tarantula</strong><br />07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone<br />08. <strong>Said "I love you" and meant it</strong><br />09. <strong>Hugged a tree</strong><br />10. Bungee jumped<br />11. Visited Paris<br />12. Watched a lightning storm at sea<br />13. <strong>Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise</strong><br />14. Seen the Northern Lights<br />15. <strong>Gone to a huge sports game</strong><br />16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa<br />17. <strong>Grown and eaten your own vegetables</strong><br />18. Touched an iceberg<br />19. <strong>Slept under the stars</strong><br />20. <strong>Changed a baby's diaper</strong><br />21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon<br />22. Watched a meteor shower<br />23. <strong>Gotten drunk on champagne</strong><br />24. Given more than you can afford to charity<br />25. <strong>Looked up at the night sky through a telescope</strong><br />26.<strong> Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment</strong><br />27. Had a food fight<br />28. Bet on a winning horse<br />29. Asked out a stranger<br />30. <strong>Had a snowball fight</strong><br />31. <strong>Screamed as loudly as you possibly can</strong><br />32. Held a lamb<br />33. <strong>Seen a total eclipse</strong><br />34. <strong>Ridden a roller coaster</strong><br />35. Hit a home run<br />36. <strong>Danced like a fool and didn't care who was looking</strong><br />37. Adopted an accent for an entire day<br />38. <strong>Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment</strong><br />39. Had two hard drives for your computer<br />40. Visited all 50 states<br />41. <strong>Taken care of someone who was drunk</strong><br />42. <strong>Had amazing friends</strong><br />43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country<br />44. Watched whales<br />45. Stolen a sign<br />46. Backpacked in Europe<br />47. <strong>Taken a road-trip</strong><br />48. <strong>Gone rock climbing</strong><br />49. <strong>Taken a midnight walk on the beach</strong><br />50. Gone sky diving<br />51. Visited Ireland<br />52. <strong>Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love</strong><br />53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them<br />54. Visited Japan<br />55. Milked a cow<br />56. Alphabetized your CDs<br />57. Pretended to be a superhero<br />58. <strong>Sung karaoke (very badly)</strong><br />59. <strong>Lounged around in bed all day (this pretty much summed up my pregnancy)</strong><br />60. Played touch football<br />61. Gone scuba diving (just snorkling)<br />62. Kissed in the rain<br />63. <strong>Played in the mud</strong><br />64. <strong>Played in the rain</strong><br />65. <strong>Gone to a drive-in theatre (not a good idea for hormonal highschoolers)</strong><br />66. Visited the Great Wall of China<br />67. Started a business<br />68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken<br />69. Toured ancient sites<br />70. <strong>Taken a martial arts class</strong><br />71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight<br />72. <strong>Gotten married</strong><br />73. Been in a movie<br />74. Crashed a party<br />75. <strong>Gotten divorced</strong><br />76. <strong>Gone without food for 5 days (I lost 10 pounds too! It came back VERY quickly once I started eating again)</strong><br />77. <strong>Made cookies from scratch</strong><br />78. Won first prize in a costume contest<br />79. Ridden a gondola in Venice<br />80. <strong>Gotten a tattoo</strong><br />81. Rafted the Snake River<br />82. Been on a television news program as an "expert"<br />83. <strong>Gotten flowers for no reason</strong><br />84. Performed on stage<br />85. <strong>Been to Las Vegas</strong><br />86. Recorded music<br />87. Eaten shark<br />88. <strong>Kissed on the first date</strong><br />89. Gone to Thailand<br />90. <strong>Bought a house</strong><br />91. <strong>Been in a combat zone (the city you work in is a combat zone when you are the fuzz)</strong><br />92. <strong>Buried one/both of your parents</strong><br />93. Been on a cruise ship<br />94. Spoken more than one language fluently<br />95. Performed in Rocky Horror<br />96. <strong>Raised children</strong><br />97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour<br />98. Passed out cold<br />99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country<br />100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over<br />101. <strong>Walked the Golden Gate Bridge</strong><br />102. <strong>Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking</strong><br />103. Had plastic surgery<br />104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived<br />105. Wrote articles for a large publication<br />106. Lost over 100 pounds<br />107. Held someone while they were having a flashback<br />108. Piloted an airplane<br />109. <strong>Touched a stingray</strong><br />110. <strong>Broken someone's heart</strong><br />111. Helped an animal give birth<br />112. Won money on a TV game show<br />113. Broken a bone<br />114. Gone on an African photo safari<br />115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears<br />116. <strong>Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol</strong><br />117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild<br />118. <strong>Ridden a horse</strong><br />119. Had major surgery<br />120. <strong>Had a snake as a pet</strong><br />121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon<br />122. <strong>Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours</strong><br />123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. States<br />124. Visited all 7 continents<br />125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days<br />126. Eaten kangaroo meat<br />127. <strong>Eaten sushi</strong><br />128. <strong>Had your picture in the newspaper</strong><br />129. <strong>Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about</strong><br />130. <strong>Gone back to school</strong><br />131. Parasailed<br />132. <strong>Touched a cockroach</strong><br />133. <strong>Eaten fried green tomatoes</strong><br />134. <strong>Read The Iliad and The Odyssey</strong><br />135. <strong>Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read</strong><br />136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating<br />137. Skipped all your school reunions<br />138. <strong>Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language</strong><br />139. Been elected to public office<br />140. Written your own computer language<br />141. <strong>Thought to yourself that you're living your dream</strong><br />142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care<br />143. Built your own PC from parts<br />144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you<br />145. Had a booth at a street fair<br />146. <strong>Dyed your hair</strong><br />147. Been a DJ<br />148. Shaved your head<br />149. Caused a car accident<br />150. <strong>Saved someone's life</strong>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-18033944354897702622007-11-26T17:53:00.000-08:002007-11-28T20:13:48.194-08:00<div align="center">Family Foto's - November '07</div><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0t8fCStmQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZN4l-wLtlVg/s1600-h/DSCF4821.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137336672579328258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0t8fCStmQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZN4l-wLtlVg/s320/DSCF4821.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0t8EyStmPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VUa3Kro8CFQ/s1600-h/DSCF4817.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137336221607762162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0t8EyStmPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VUa3Kro8CFQ/s320/DSCF4817.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0t7hyStmOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0CUm__uTm74/s1600-h/DSCF4831.JPG"></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div align="center"> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-8924496764770360472007-11-25T20:53:00.000-08:002007-11-28T20:14:34.738-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pZoiStmJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5DF1rhOQtnI/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2007+081.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center">Thanksgiving wrap-up</div><br />We took the boys to visit the in-laws (are they considered <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">inlaws</span></span> if we aren't married?) and cousins in the Ohio/Kentucky/West Virginia area. This is called the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tri</span></span>-state area....we went there last year and I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thoroughly</span> confused as to what state we were in at any given time. We divided our time between visiting John's sister in Kentucky, his mom and step dad in Ohio, and touring his old stomping grounds in West Virginia. It was a lot of driving but a good visit. The boys did great compared to last year...they were a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mere</span></span> 8 months old at the time and we had to stop every 3 hours for bottle feedings. This time I just handed them sugary snacks whenever they whimpered. Another thing that made this trip better this year was the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">absence</span> of double ear infections, thank goodness for healthy boys!<br /><br />On our next to last day we visited the town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia.....the location of various <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mothman</span></span> sightings and where the filming of the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0265349/">movie</a> took place a few years back. We also toured a little museum devoted to the flick. Here are a few pictures from the museum...<br /><br /><br />*I'm sorry the pictures are all out of order, I'm having trouble with blogger and don't have the energy to find out what I'm doing wrong!*<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pWdiStmII/AAAAAAAAAIs/jJc0ucx1rSw/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2007+082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137013390390958210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pWdiStmII/AAAAAAAAAIs/jJc0ucx1rSw/s320/thanksgiving+2007+082.jpg" border="0" /></a> Time to leave the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">museum</span>! The boys having a meltdown</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pWPiStmHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BpsBjYN8Mu4/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2007+078.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pVtyStmFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3MkG5On3pSM/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2007+064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137012570052204626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pVtyStmFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3MkG5On3pSM/s320/thanksgiving+2007+064.jpg" border="0" /></a>Me with Matthew and M.M.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pVeSStmEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uMHpXnvFdKk/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2007+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137012303764232258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pVeSStmEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uMHpXnvFdKk/s320/thanksgiving+2007+057.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Outside of "museum"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pVJCStmDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jCZ_agREQu8/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2007+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137011938692012082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pVJCStmDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jCZ_agREQu8/s320/thanksgiving+2007+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Bridge that was rebuilt after the collapse<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pU8iStmCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rKwgA3JGBaY/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2007+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137011723943647266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pU8iStmCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rKwgA3JGBaY/s320/thanksgiving+2007+035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sign of Point Pleasant from entrance of bridge<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pUviStmBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PV0bhBruUM0/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2007+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137011500605347858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pUviStmBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PV0bhBruUM0/s320/thanksgiving+2007+043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />View of Point Pleasant after getting off the bridge<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pUcyStmAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c9tOchQEHt4/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2007+071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137011178482800642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/R0pUcyStmAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c9tOchQEHt4/s320/thanksgiving+2007+071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Original newspaper clippings about M.M. </div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-61572671184254649472007-11-14T17:52:00.000-08:002007-11-14T17:59:02.242-08:00I'm not going to bore you all with the ugly details of my personal life.<br /><br />Just sending a message for you guys to pray for me, if you don't mind.Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-62288345448585354272007-11-10T12:26:00.000-08:002007-11-10T12:30:50.639-08:00Solution: Crib Tents<br /><br />I ordered online yesterday two <a href="http://www.onestepahead.com/catalog/product.jsp?productId=309775&cmSource=Search">crib tents</a> for the monkey babies. I should have them early next week. In the mean time, Michael's crib is against the wall on two sides, and Matthew's crib is against it on the third side, leaving only the short, high side available for climbing episodes. So far so good. They are NOT ready for toddler beds. I read somewhere that for most children, they need to be at least 3 to understand the "imaginary boundaries" of bed. So crib babies they will remain until then!Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-47376519891162320432007-11-09T10:29:00.000-08:002007-11-09T10:35:52.054-08:00<div align="center">Its official: We have a crib climber</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Michael has been the more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">climbey</span>-er of the two. He gets up on couches, chairs, even non-furniture items quite easily. Matthew (bless his chubby legs) is not YET as flexible as his brother. This morning I put the boys down for their nap around 10am. John and I also took advantage of this quiet time to also sleep (I wish I didn't need an afternoon nap, but I do!). We heard the regular crying for a few minutes until they both settled down. A few hours later I heard Matthew laughing, so got up, checked my email and lazily went to their bedroom to get the boys. What did I find? Michael out of his crib and the room torn upside down!! I scooped him up and snuggled him for a good 5 minutes straight, looking for lumps on his noggin, uneven <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dilated</span> pupils, etc. What a scare.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Now what the crap am I to do with no toddler beds and a crib climber?</div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-82656237294656152522007-10-31T16:18:00.000-07:002007-10-31T16:27:09.191-07:00<div align="center">Happy, Happy Halloween!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RykOriC1JiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XsN3rWz0LOo/s1600-h/holloween+07+two+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127645791773861410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RykOriC1JiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XsN3rWz0LOo/s320/holloween+07+two+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> Candy IS good!<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RykOdiC1JhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tq_MiF5Mxqo/s1600-h/holloween+07+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127645551255692818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RykOdiC1JhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tq_MiF5Mxqo/s320/holloween+07+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> I feel pretty!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RykN6yC1JgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BoyirtYWI4Q/s1600-h/holloween+07+two+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127644954255238658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RykN6yC1JgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BoyirtYWI4Q/s320/holloween+07+two+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Twin Ninjas!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RykNuiC1JfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Urq31mrTFpc/s1600-h/holloween+07+two+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127644743801841138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RykNuiC1JfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Urq31mrTFpc/s320/holloween+07+two+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Me with my three favorite (and only) nieces!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-19704994105345276442007-10-30T19:55:00.000-07:002007-10-30T19:58:08.630-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/Ryfu6yC1JeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/D6SPxKXtKRE/s1600-h/holloween+07+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127329394418066914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/Ryfu6yC1JeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/D6SPxKXtKRE/s320/holloween+07+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Happy Early Halloween!!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Can you believe this is the BEST picture I've got of them in their costumes so far?? Oh, and it was only this good because they were bribed with chocolate. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better picture day.....Hiii-aaahhh!!!!</div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-71674028374579595732007-10-26T16:07:00.000-07:002007-10-26T16:33:50.114-07:00Meme on the first born<br /><br />1. were you married at the time? nope<br />2. what were your reactions? excited and scared<br />3. how old were you? 26<br />4. how did you find out you were pregnant? I'd been feeling funky for a while, took a pee test while at work, it came back with both pregnant/not pregnant, so I went back to the store for another test and it came back pregnant.<br />5. who did you tell first? John<br />6. did you want to find out the sex? yes<br />7. did you deliver early or late? about a month early<br />8. did you have morning sickness? yes, it was terrible. brushing my teetch in the morning started it up<br />9. what did you crave? anything that wasn't nailed down....I ate a lot of cheese,crackers, corny dogs, onion rings and apple juice in the beginning<br />10. who irritated you the most? people that were more pregnant than me who wanted to tell me how much MORE uncomfortable I'd soon be.<br />11. what was your first child’s sex? boy/boy<br />12. how many pounds did you gain throughout the pregnancy? I stopped weighing myself after I hit the 50 lb mark<br />13. did you have any complications during your pregnancy? yes, starting at 29 weeks when I was put on bedrest in the hospital<br />14. where did you give birth? presbyterian hospital<br />15. how many hours were you in labor? a few, once my water was broke it went really fast.<br />16. who drove you to the hospital? myself.....I was there for what I thought was a regular appointment when I was admitted<br />17. who watched? John, Mom, Anne<br />18. was it natural or c-section? natural with mucho drugs<br />19. did you take medicine to ease the pain? yes....but I thought I didn't need anything after the fact.....wrong!!!<br />20. how much did your child weigh? Matthew - 4lbs 15oz Michael - 5lbs 9oz<br />21. did your child have any complications? Michael did...gastroscesis....was in the NICU for a month<br />22. what did you name him/her? see above!<br />23. how old is your first born today? 1 year and 7 monthsBarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-59325654172126879982007-10-11T13:29:00.000-07:002007-10-11T13:35:46.537-07:00<div align="center">Daily heart attacks</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/Rw6IZZc6vsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uZEJuVZ11S4/s1600-h/monkey+men+oct06+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120179796277116610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/Rw6IZZc6vsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uZEJuVZ11S4/s320/monkey+men+oct06+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Matthew on the corner of a box of wipes looking over the gate<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/Rw6INZc6vrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LP5dRKPuBe4/s1600-h/monkey+men+oct06+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120179590118686386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/Rw6INZc6vrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LP5dRKPuBe4/s320/monkey+men+oct06+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Michael thought the box holding the toys looked even more fun than the toys themselves<br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/Rw6ICJc6vqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WGAv-VOSSas/s1600-h/monkey+men+oct06+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120179396845158050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/Rw6ICJc6vqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WGAv-VOSSas/s320/monkey+men+oct06+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Michael's newest trick, he gets up there himself....its only a matter of time before the other monkey joins him<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-51869939444270852592007-10-09T18:25:00.000-07:002007-10-09T18:29:33.293-07:00<div align="center">I'm loved!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RwwqYZc6vpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rx69rldo3Xo/s1600-h/random+love+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119513475050815122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RwwqYZc6vpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rx69rldo3Xo/s320/random+love+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">My sister brought these over to me today, love them!!</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RwwqOZc6voI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ik2thXgq23A/s1600-h/random+love+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119513303252123266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RwwqOZc6voI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ik2thXgq23A/s320/random+love+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is John's creativity before he left for work yesterday afternoon, sweet huh?<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-87516437156634637982007-10-07T18:13:00.000-07:002007-10-07T18:16:05.570-07:00<div align="center">Age</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">I'm not even sure if anyone still looks at this thing, but just incase you are out there....I have a couple questions for you! </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">a. What age does someone become old?</div><div align="left">b. What do you think is the best thing about becoming old?</div><div align="left">c. If you could change one thing about aging in this country, what would you do?</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">These questions are from a class I'm taking this semester about diverse families. The class is kinda blah, but I like that its semi-internet so I only meet every 2 weeks.</div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-65773049078804287612007-09-08T15:20:00.001-07:002007-09-08T15:25:51.929-07:00<div align="center">De-mulleting the boys</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Before:</div><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMhHWLMUBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BBl1EA83myk/s1600-h/haircuts+sept+07+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107962812463599634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMhHWLMUBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BBl1EA83myk/s320/haircuts+sept+07+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMg-GLMUAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kz5SNgZY96w/s1600-h/haircuts+sept+07+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107962653549809666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMg-GLMUAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kz5SNgZY96w/s320/haircuts+sept+07+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMgyGLMT_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/sBU_xocE-ZM/s1600-h/haircuts+sept+07+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107962447391379442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMgyGLMT_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/sBU_xocE-ZM/s320/haircuts+sept+07+026.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">After:<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMgomLMT-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/M8RHckXxcAo/s1600-h/haircuts+sept+07+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107962284182622178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMgomLMT-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/M8RHckXxcAo/s320/haircuts+sept+07+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMgcWLMT9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/wWmur3yiQZM/s1600-h/haircuts+sept+07+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107962073729224658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMgcWLMT9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/wWmur3yiQZM/s320/haircuts+sept+07+038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMgP2LMT8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/4QWv7Ppgq8s/s1600-h/haircuts+sept+07+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107961858980859842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tXUU5Vi7rCQ/RuMgP2LMT8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/4QWv7Ppgq8s/s320/haircuts+sept+07+043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30609764.post-2975732081052810672007-08-31T16:54:00.000-07:002007-09-02T06:16:00.021-07:00<div align="center">Eh.Mey.Gawd.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Today was the first meeting of the woman's group where I watched the young toddlers while their mothers got closer to Hey-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Seuse</span>. Cheese and Rice. It was bad.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I arrived right on time and promptly joined the line of temp workers getting their room assignments for the day. The boys and I found our room and they got to explore for a few minutes before the other children arrived. I ended up keeping one of my sister's girls in the room, even though <em>technically </em>she should have been in one of the older-toddler rooms. Four other kids were dropped off not including my niece and M&M...everything seemed to be going <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>. Then Sumo-Baby arrived. To imagine this child is to imagine what a successful Sumo wrestler must have looked like as a baby. He was around the boys age, about a year and a half, but probably outweighed the average <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kindergartner</span>. If his massive trunk, meaty arms and legs were any indication of how heavy he was, then they were a gross understatement. Sumo-Baby must have been made of lead. Having to tote around Sumo-Baby occasionally during the day would have been a vast improvement over having to constantly rock/sing to/and bounce him during the entire 4 hours, which is what actually happened. Sumo-Baby could not and would not be comforted. He snotted all over my shirt. The beads of sweat from crying exertion would reappear the moment he decided being a content baby was for the birds. Sumo-Baby capitalized my time and my co-sitter's time the whole 4 hours. We passed him back and forth between the two of us when our arms would get tired. My co-sitter attempted to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">minimize</span> how Sumo-Baby was when his mom picked him up. Not me. I was honest. Sumo-Baby cried. And Cried. And Snotted. And then Cried some more.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669125659390869146noreply@blogger.com