<?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-2254643534703967499</id><updated>2011-12-18T16:45:17.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The DeMott Drama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-7070412863982839979</id><published>2010-04-15T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:07:52.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness to me....</title><content type='html'>Ahhh don't ya just love a good find...It makes me soooo happy!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean just a really "OMGosh, if I had stopped at that semi-yellowish light back there, I would have missed this!!".....awesome sorta finds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep I'm happy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S8dOGWZifTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/dEz2DWeWFXg/s1600/Blog+deco+projects+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460418944208895282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S8dOGWZifTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/dEz2DWeWFXg/s320/Blog+deco+projects+155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 stinkin dollars...How sweet is that??&lt;br /&gt;Oh sooo in love with Lowe's...is that wrong??&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm yummy yellow......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S8dN5m5AA4I/AAAAAAAAAqM/PftM1oHt5oM/s1600/Blog+deco+projects+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460418725297521538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S8dN5m5AA4I/AAAAAAAAAqM/PftM1oHt5oM/s320/Blog+deco+projects+121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait there's more happy-happy-joy-joy!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S8dQo29y8lI/AAAAAAAAAqk/AQyMXc6VEkI/s1600/Blog+deco+projects+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460421736089711186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S8dQo29y8lI/AAAAAAAAAqk/AQyMXc6VEkI/s320/Blog+deco+projects+156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin this blue!!! Like a minty yummy blueish-green...&lt;br /&gt;Now I KNOW I need this for something and for 50 cents...Really, I'd have to turn in my crafting card if I didn't get this color too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo happy about my "finds" that I HAD to tell me hubby at least 3 times, while in line at Lowe's....as well as the cashier and lady who stands by the door and tells you bye...He totally gave me the "your a dork" look....but, I soooo don't care...cause I got paint for 3 DOLLARS and 50 CENTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo what to do.....what to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it!! A nasty gold picture frame that's just dying to become "butter squash"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S8dSjGr0A5I/AAAAAAAAAq0/AVak6FZIOSY/s1600/Blog+deco+projects+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460423836253291410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S8dSjGr0A5I/AAAAAAAAAq0/AVak6FZIOSY/s320/Blog+deco+projects+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for another color for our bedroom {it's black and white with a little ice blue} but I wanted another "wow" color and ladies and gents...I'm thinking this IS IT!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will make this into something....I'm thinking a cute earring holder?? hmmm, I'll let ya know!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOVE LOVE this yellow!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll shall find more items to become yellow...oh yes I shall!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s86.photobucket.com/albums/k97/tarmar99/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k97/tarmar99/Signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-7070412863982839979?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7070412863982839979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=7070412863982839979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7070412863982839979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7070412863982839979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2010/04/happiness-to-me.html' title='Happiness to me....'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S8dOGWZifTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/dEz2DWeWFXg/s72-c/Blog+deco+projects+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-574153381290943317</id><published>2010-03-21T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:41:38.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn's 6th Birthday</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, my child's birthday was LAST month...but hey better late than never, right?? (umm, clearing throat..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Brooklyn's birthday we went to the local Art Barn Studio&lt;a href="http://http//theartbarnstudio.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where we were ready to create some stinkin cute projects!!!&lt;br /&gt;My friend Hilary owns the Art Barn and it truly is amazing!! I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went a little overboard with the whole cow theme...but it IS the Art "BARN"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our birthday girl and new adorable cow print dress!! And yes we are six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6Z_afeOzlI/AAAAAAAAApI/kWTCmQ4kbu4/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+6th+Birthday!!+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451184492080189010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6Z_afeOzlI/AAAAAAAAApI/kWTCmQ4kbu4/s320/Brooklyn%27s+6th+Birthday!!+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cake was sooo awesome!!! It was the hit of the party, and sooo freakin good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6Z_3sepb6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/3wlqLAo7d9I/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+6th+Birthday!!+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451184993787801506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6Z_3sepb6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/3wlqLAo7d9I/s320/Brooklyn%27s+6th+Birthday!!+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more pics of the kiddos and their wonderful works of art!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6aFua97cwI/AAAAAAAAApw/xDjM9oxTB58/s1600-h/coloage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451191431538111234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6aFua97cwI/AAAAAAAAApw/xDjM9oxTB58/s320/coloage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made each kiddo a treat box, complete with candy, whoopee cushions,"cow" crayons and green notebook pads draw on..plus little extras too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6bIj8HHX1I/AAAAAAAAAp4/JL817_ENZFY/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+6th+Birthday!!+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451264918735511378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6bIj8HHX1I/AAAAAAAAAp4/JL817_ENZFY/s320/Brooklyn%27s+6th+Birthday!!+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids had a blast making their "projects"...Brooklyn was sooo excited and definitely had the best birthday in 6 years...heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6bI_HwT-YI/AAAAAAAAAqA/PJFP3DBnrs8/s1600-h/small+pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451265385717561730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6bI_HwT-YI/AAAAAAAAAqA/PJFP3DBnrs8/s320/small+pic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s86.photobucket.com/albums/k97/tarmar99/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k97/tarmar99/Signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//theartbarnstudio.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-574153381290943317?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/574153381290943317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=574153381290943317&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/574153381290943317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/574153381290943317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2010/03/brooklyns-6th-birthday.html' title='Brooklyn&apos;s 6th Birthday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6Z_afeOzlI/AAAAAAAAApI/kWTCmQ4kbu4/s72-c/Brooklyn%27s+6th+Birthday!!+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-7934336971859510733</id><published>2010-03-17T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:27:31.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightstand Zebra Makeover....</title><content type='html'>So my daughter is turning 15...yes FIFTEEN, tomorrow..and she was in desperate need of a new nightstand and since I can't stand buying "new" furniture, I went to the garage and Boo-yah!! I found this little baby just begging to be made-over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F3gJe8faI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2eXq28XBQ0Q/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449768418280242594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F3gJe8faI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2eXq28XBQ0Q/s320/Blog+deco+projects+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowza...Okay first I removed the drawers and all the hardware. I had to prime the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F4g8giZ9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/_V4I7SOzrH4/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449769531488757714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F4g8giZ9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/_V4I7SOzrH4/s320/Blog+deco+projects+094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I want to do something funky with the drawers, so I tape them off so I can paint them a different color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F5Tx4fzzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fMgmuOfZv7E/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449770404809789234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F5Tx4fzzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fMgmuOfZv7E/s320/Blog+deco+projects+096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so artsy in the drawing department so I grab some mod podge and some super cute zebra paper and got to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F5sNpP7hI/AAAAAAAAAnI/IHuH9KbBW70/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449770824578887186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F5sNpP7hI/AAAAAAAAAnI/IHuH9KbBW70/s320/Blog+deco+projects+100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down a layer of the mod podge first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F7HCr3e-I/AAAAAAAAAnw/xNj6E1iKIcE/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449772385005173730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F7HCr3e-I/AAAAAAAAAnw/xNj6E1iKIcE/s320/Blog+deco+projects+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I added my paper and I went over it with the mod podge (I heart this stuff) again, make sure to get all the bubbles out...(trust me I learned the hard way.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F66denUhI/AAAAAAAAAno/gT2rpITDNkM/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449772168859046418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F66denUhI/AAAAAAAAAno/gT2rpITDNkM/s320/Blog+deco+projects+101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided on a lime green paint color for her other drawer, as she loves green and has a lot of it in her room. But I'm also going to use it on the other drawer as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F7iZtFN8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/5ctXm6iCH5E/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449772855040751554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F7iZtFN8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/5ctXm6iCH5E/s320/Blog+deco+projects+105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get out my black paint (my favorite color)&lt;br /&gt;Then my dd tells me she wants the top "chalkboard"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously??...I decide to section it off, just a side square for her to write on, that way the whole top isn't covered in dust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F7ztZ2JPI/AAAAAAAAAoA/XOhlpIaXj-Y/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449773152386557170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F7ztZ2JPI/AAAAAAAAAoA/XOhlpIaXj-Y/s320/Blog+deco+projects+108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This definitely needs 2 coats of black paint and then 3 coats of chalkboard paint, just to make it even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F8M0aNEDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YbfEO4VOT40/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449773583763836978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F8M0aNEDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YbfEO4VOT40/s320/Blog+deco+projects+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I took the drawers and painted the outer edges black...Then I painted some lime green on the top drawer to add some more funky to it and to tie in the green.... I pulled the tape off the green paint and it pulled some of the black paint off too...Soooo I decided to just go with it and make it look like zebra print..I kinda like the way it turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F8z8un1zI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6-SFK1lJo1E/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449774256011859762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F8z8un1zI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6-SFK1lJo1E/s320/Blog+deco+projects+112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait...I have a line of white where I painted the chalkboard and sectioned off the black paint..What to do?? Ahhh I got it, let me grab my trusty glue gun and some zebra ribbon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F9NAm0GtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/VYfls3iP3pk/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449774686549580498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F9NAm0GtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/VYfls3iP3pk/s320/Blog+deco+projects+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And presto...It looks Fab-u-lous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F9Zz9uBjI/AAAAAAAAAog/tMeCMlZxXik/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449774906494289458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F9Zz9uBjI/AAAAAAAAAog/tMeCMlZxXik/s320/Blog+deco+projects+114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just added some glass knobs from Home Depot...and put the drawers in and we are in business!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F9srpEJiI/AAAAAAAAAoo/udcfmv1BxaI/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449775230677689890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F9srpEJiI/AAAAAAAAAoo/udcfmv1BxaI/s320/Blog+deco+projects+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F_vw3opgI/AAAAAAAAAow/Vq61V_kyI0M/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449777482643842562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F_vw3opgI/AAAAAAAAAow/Vq61V_kyI0M/s320/Blog+deco+projects+116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F_3_drGYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JvwOzCVoTSU/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She totally loves it and the fact that no one else has this nightstand!!! Were sooo original you know...heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy and happy crafting my peeps!!!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-7934336971859510733?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7934336971859510733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=7934336971859510733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7934336971859510733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7934336971859510733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2010/03/nightstand-zebra-makeover.html' title='Nightstand Zebra Makeover....'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S6F3gJe8faI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2eXq28XBQ0Q/s72-c/Blog+deco+projects+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-4926384219671158038</id><published>2010-03-07T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:59:29.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More to come...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been absence lately, the horrible sickness has taken over here at Drama central...but I'm finally better and I've been working on some super cute projects and I promise to share.....&lt;br /&gt;The nightstand for my {almost} 15 year old daughter is really close to being finished and I will post it and a couple other crafty projects in the next few days!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Hint???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***lime green, black &amp; zebra print***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo so adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-4926384219671158038?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/4926384219671158038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=4926384219671158038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4926384219671158038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4926384219671158038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-to-come.html' title='More to come...'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-7072004779432131693</id><published>2010-02-18T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:33:09.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S32-po5LX3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/7QOr45eeIFk/s1600-h/brookie+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439713547494580082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S32-po5LX3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/7QOr45eeIFk/s320/brookie+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Snow Day 2010....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S32_K8_1zDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/wLwc_yxfODY/s1600-h/100%26101Day+of+School-Snow+Day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439714119826918450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S32_K8_1zDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/wLwc_yxfODY/s320/100%26101Day+of+School-Snow+Day+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "100th" day of school, and all these "OLD" people showed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S32_lonmBdI/AAAAAAAAAmc/PZWSYABPnt0/s1600-h/Cowboys+Stadium+2009+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439714578212980178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S32_lonmBdI/AAAAAAAAAmc/PZWSYABPnt0/s320/Cowboys+Stadium+2009+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the new "Cowboys" Stadium, with Mr.Aikman!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-7072004779432131693?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7072004779432131693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=7072004779432131693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7072004779432131693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7072004779432131693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2010/02/thousand-words-thursday.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S32-po5LX3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/7QOr45eeIFk/s72-c/brookie+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-5540503387312495191</id><published>2010-02-15T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:10:50.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out...I'm baaaaaack to blogging!!!</title><content type='html'>Soooo I'm thinking I need to REALLY start bloggin more, and since is it February and that was one of my New Years' resolutions...I figure I'd better get started. Better late than never my Momma always said!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what to blog about...hmmmm?? Then I was thinking I could do a cute little "how to" for ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yesterday I was cleaning and trying to organize my dresser. I was really needing something to hang my hats on...Yes I LOVE hats...All kinds and I wear one at least once a week!!! But I've grown a collection of them and having hats hanging all over my dresser was just not working for me. So I head out to the garage to look around and found these!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mh5BELS4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/502ty4H0K6c/s1600-h/use+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438556025937152898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mh5BELS4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/502ty4H0K6c/s320/use+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh JACKPOT!!! I knew these old shutters would come in handy....I got these at a garage sale {the whole stinkin box} for 5 bucks!! Such a deal!!! You can always find these at antique malls or garage sales and they are usually cheap. I picked out one, cleaned it off and got busy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mibf8nQFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MjrvbjkhUGs/s1600-h/shutters+before+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438556618342482002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mibf8nQFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MjrvbjkhUGs/s320/shutters+before+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off all the hardware and any other screws or nails it had in it. I didn't need a primer as these were pretty rough already and only had one coat of white paint. I got some black paint from the local Home Depot and went to work....I used glossy black paint to match our bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mi0FJCTqI/AAAAAAAAAlU/EFbseHO7qLg/s1600-h/Blog+deco+projects+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438557040643559074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mi0FJCTqI/AAAAAAAAAlU/EFbseHO7qLg/s320/Blog+deco+projects+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one coat it was waaaaay evident that it needed another coat....even after it was dry....Covering up that old white paint did take a 2nd coat. Also a few touch ups here and there, before it was completely covered. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mjWIvT8qI/AAAAAAAAAlc/n10uJBevvYQ/s1600-h/shutters+one+coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438557625724957346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mjWIvT8qI/AAAAAAAAAlc/n10uJBevvYQ/s320/shutters+one+coat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the second coat it looked really good and was almost ready to hang on my wall. I let it dry overnight, then this morning I just hot glued a few painted close pins {painted the same black as the shutters} to it and holla....its finished!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mj0oSTABI/AAAAAAAAAlk/RLE9KGYwq-E/s1600-h/use+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438558149589270546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mj0oSTABI/AAAAAAAAAlk/RLE9KGYwq-E/s320/use+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hubby hang it on my wall and I now have a super cute hat rack that matches my decor in my bedroom and cost less than 10 bucks!!! Score!!! Plus I totally love it and now I'm thinking what else I could do with these cute shutters?????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mlfooTFjI/AAAAAAAAAls/SRC_5t41IiY/s1600-h/use+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438559987927553586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mlfooTFjI/AAAAAAAAAls/SRC_5t41IiY/s320/use+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hummmmm, I will defiantly let you know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-5540503387312495191?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/5540503387312495191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=5540503387312495191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5540503387312495191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5540503387312495191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2010/02/soooo-im-thinking-i-need-to-really.html' title='Watch out...I&apos;m baaaaaack to blogging!!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/S3mh5BELS4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/502ty4H0K6c/s72-c/use+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-195647653397082597</id><published>2009-08-02T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:14:29.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IS THAT FOOTBALL SEASON I HEAR???</title><content type='html'>It's that time again....oh yes, this Momma is sososo excited for this time of year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost Football Season!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a woot-woot???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea baby...We are soooo pumped here at Drama central, Nate has stated football practice in a new town, with new players, (and thank goodness new parents)and...and people...get this.....&lt;br /&gt;Our new team has been to the Championships and WON it...many many times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are talking playin for the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;This league is not a sign up, pay, and then your kid may/may not play kinda system...this is not oh your Mom's team Mom and your kid gets to play....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooo sir, this is you gotta try out, make an effort, show them you wanna win, that you got what it takes to be the best...(they take only the best...how else you going to win championship after championship??)&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my son made the cut, made the team, and is welcomed with open arms....&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stinkin excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;We had our 1st practice yesterday...It was amazing!!! Those coaches are sooo unbelievable, my son was pumped and wanted to play....He wanted to be on that team and so did every other kid out there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw no one whining, crying, griping cause it was hot (and it was HOT) nothing, because they know this is what it takes to be a championship team!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the boys after their 1st practice, we took them to Subway for a healthy &amp;amp; cool lunch after the wind, rain, &amp;amp; heat we had that morning!! They are sooo tired but loved every minute of it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SnXzRj1pbAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/px2fRuFXG_g/s1600-h/Boys+after+Foothball+Practice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365462014085393410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SnXzRj1pbAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/px2fRuFXG_g/s320/Boys+after+Foothball+Practice.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a whole other level of playing for him and this league is endorsed by the NFL...How awesome is that?? I'm so proud of my son and his friends, this is going to be one season they (and Momma) will never forget!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more "home pee-wee" crap for us, we hittin the big time now!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-195647653397082597?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/195647653397082597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=195647653397082597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/195647653397082597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/195647653397082597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-that-football-season-i-hear.html' title='IS THAT FOOTBALL SEASON I HEAR???'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SnXzRj1pbAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/px2fRuFXG_g/s72-c/Boys+after+Foothball+Practice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-2562997781990768458</id><published>2009-07-30T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:43:51.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 am wake up sirens for all!!</title><content type='html'>Nothing starts my day off like the weather sirens, which by the way are 2 houses down from ours, to go off not once but twice before 5am...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, everyone in my house was up and of course, in our bed by 5:02...Oh that made for such a wonderful way to start my day!!&lt;br /&gt;Then after the siren is the uber creepy voice "warning weather alert, seek shelter immediately"&lt;br /&gt;Oh good Lord if ya weren't havin a nightmare, your having one now!!&lt;br /&gt;Why cant they get a sweet grandmotherish type to say&lt;br /&gt;"baby-cakes take shelter now, the rain is a comin"...&lt;br /&gt;I mean really why does the voice have to be so scary???&lt;br /&gt;My kids were more afraid of that darn voice than of the actual storm...&lt;br /&gt;Plus the sirens, creepy voice, etc..goes off 20 minutes before the actual storm is even here!!! I was little upset at the fact EVERYONE was up and freakin out of bed 20minutes before we even heard rain!!&lt;br /&gt;Jeesh...and some of my friends even got phone calls at 4:30am...Don't sign me up for that program....no thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;I know the city is trying to do us a favor by warning us about storms, tornadoes, etc..but really a sweet voice and one (1) siren alert would be fine with me...&lt;br /&gt;I just feel for those with little babies whom probably don't get alot of sleep anyways then have to deal with freak voice and 2 sirens...That stinks!! I had to deal with my 14 yo, 9yo, and 5yo...that was bad enough...oh where was hubby?? Oh yea right next to me SLEEPING!!&lt;br /&gt;So here is my vent for the day...thanks for listening and now it's time for a nap, being I've been up for 10 hours already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm trying to do a whole blog remodel...anyone have any thoughts??? I would love to hear them!! I need some ideas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-2562997781990768458?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/2562997781990768458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=2562997781990768458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2562997781990768458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2562997781990768458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-am-wake-up-sirens-for-all.html' title='5 am wake up sirens for all!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-6646108010478841613</id><published>2009-06-29T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:40:30.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog's working just fine, thanks!!!</title><content type='html'>So I'm at my desk wondering what to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;Do blogs really work in your favor??? hmmmm...I must ponder that one...&lt;br /&gt;I write stuff...you read it....&lt;br /&gt;Really what else is there???&lt;br /&gt;Other than reading it, is this thing supposed to work magic or something??&lt;br /&gt;It there some button that got left off my computer???&lt;br /&gt;It's just my life....major drama and some fun mixed in...&lt;br /&gt;I can't make this crap up if I tried!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I blog about then?? We all know Nate's not playin baseball anymore (cough, ummm...clearing throat) and I don't have enough hours in the day to talk about all Katie's drama... So that leaves my sweet little 5 year old Brooklyn....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm drama?&lt;br /&gt;yea not so much...&lt;br /&gt;She does play the drama queen bit quite well though...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she told my hubby to "get off the couch....good God man do something!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea she's a drama queen, but really causes no "drama"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pondering......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can my blog really make things happen???&lt;br /&gt;Probably not,&lt;br /&gt;So what??&lt;br /&gt;It's my life and sometimes its funny, sometimes it's sad, but their will always, always be DRAMA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, someone this week told me "my blog didn't work out the way I had planned"&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm really, well your reading it aren't ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well then I'd say it's working just fine.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-6646108010478841613?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6646108010478841613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=6646108010478841613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6646108010478841613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6646108010478841613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogs-working-just-fine-thanks.html' title='Blog&apos;s working just fine, thanks!!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-4209578245195109963</id><published>2009-06-12T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:18:31.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know, I know it's Friday.....You'll get over it, I'm sure...heehee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's night out, going to the Rangers game....in a limo baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SjMnIrbOqJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/seppSoLz5Zo/s1600-h/Limo%27s+here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SjMnIrbOqJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/seppSoLz5Zo/s320/Limo%27s+here.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346660212668278930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found my favorite Ranger....Salty!!! Woo-Whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SjMnnMh8pKI/AAAAAAAAAks/OwLaqIEGjmo/s1600-h/Jarrod+and+ump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SjMnnMh8pKI/AAAAAAAAAks/OwLaqIEGjmo/s320/Jarrod+and+ump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346660736950903970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All us Hot Momma's and the cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SjMoEbWxWBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/bk3pG7MxYjw/s1600-h/All+the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SjMoEbWxWBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/bk3pG7MxYjw/s320/All+the+girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346661239146764306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-4209578245195109963?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/4209578245195109963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=4209578245195109963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4209578245195109963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4209578245195109963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/06/thousand-words-thursday_12.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SjMnIrbOqJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/seppSoLz5Zo/s72-c/Limo%27s+here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-6098808625296338016</id><published>2009-06-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:03:43.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't gossip in the stands or your kid WILL pay for what YOU say!!!</title><content type='html'>So I just thought all the Drama had finally settled down, I could relax and take a breather and enjoy life but sadly I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Please follow along as I tell you a little TRUE story......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not going to name anyone by their actual name but for those of you who do know me you will know my characters and I'll let their actions speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday June 4th 2009, the last day of school and the beginning to my “relaxing” summer…I received a text message from my son's coach explaining that he and another teammate were suspended from the Championship tournament being held Friday-Sunday June 5th – 7th, (which I've already paid for) and any future tournaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the suspension: "accusations, statements, and complaints from other parents". So after reading this, I start questioning.....Ummmm why a text and NOT a phone call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And furthermore, sense my son is being suspended, &lt;em&gt;what on earth has he done?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty serious and I would have appreciated a phone call and a chance to talk over such allegations with the head coach himself.&lt;br /&gt;After trying to reach my husband by phone and no answer I was left in complete disarray.&lt;br /&gt;Until my he called 5 minutes later to tell me that he had been called by the coach (after the text was sent out) and further informed me that our son was being suspended due to gossip about me, or from me, by the other parents on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let me get this straight??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY SON&lt;/strong&gt; is being punished for something that I "supposedly" said??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I can only assume they have nothing better to do with there time then to listen to hear say and react like an adolescent themselves.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that a Championship tournament was approaching and a nine year old boy was excited about playing in it must have never crossed their minds.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was (and STILL am) &lt;em&gt;shocked!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So after discussing with my husband about all that is happening, he goes to practice to confront all 3 coaches, and ask them why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think we at least deserve that!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to know exactly why our son was suspended.....&lt;br /&gt;The answer…"Oh he is a discipline issuse"&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This was the first either my husband or myself have ever heard of this from a coach.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no warning?? Where's the board meeting about his behavior?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Answer…"Oh well he's not “really” a discipline problem, it's more your wife, and what we've heard she has been saying".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so YOU, YOURSELF heard her say what exactly????&lt;br /&gt;Answer…“Ummm , well, no...not us, our wives have heard stuff from so and so, basically the other parents on our team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh so this is HEAR-SAY???  From the coaches wives...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never actually heard my wife say anything??&lt;br /&gt;No answer.......&lt;br /&gt;So if she has “supposedly” said something someone didn’t agree with, don’t you think there are other ways of handling this instead of dragging an innocent child into this???&lt;br /&gt;Again no answer......&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I didn’t bring him with me tonight to hear what you had to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so let me get this straight???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are going to punish my child,  for again “hear-say” and so called gossip....that you, your wives, and the other players mom’s don't like ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband talks with them for awhile and the coaches start seeing how crappy and unfair this is....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the head coach is then asking my hubby to bring our son to the tournament...that his suspension has been lifted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 2 out of 3 coaches actually apologized to my husband. The 3rd one, "the business manager" not so much, apparently he was under the impression he did nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head coach then explains that my husband may bring my son but that I’m to stay home…&lt;br /&gt;My husband reacts with “I’m sorry but I'm not coming with out my wife".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This an actual quote directly from the head coach himself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If she comes to the game, &lt;strong&gt;I'll bench him&lt;/strong&gt;"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you freakin believe that??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a side note: For those of you that do know me and my husband...&lt;br /&gt;No bail money was needed....HeeHee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I come to my own son's game to see him play, the head coach will bench my son!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was absolutely speechless, when my husband told me this later that night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to make a long story short, my son's suspension was lifted but the other boys' was not...&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How unfortunate for these young players who did nothing wrong....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my husband and I went to the Championship game (by ourselves - my husband was not about to allow our son back into this scenario to be used as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again!) to show support for our team and to show everyone at that game, that we were not going to be bullied out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We sat with the other suspended boys parents (because we were lumped together in this mess) and watched our team loose both games...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the head coach, he wasn't even at the games....he was working another job at a concert....But to be on the safe side he hired an off-duty police officer to "keep the peace" as the cop told us....while he himself could not be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omgosh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were going to (wink, wink) meet in the parking lot later to fight?? haha&lt;br /&gt;How insane!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention a waste of his money.&lt;br /&gt;The night was not a total waste, we did make a friend… the "officer" hung out with us and even took a smoke break with my hubby and the other parents...He even commented that this was a "joke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was a little over the top...like we would stoop to their level?? Really how old are we???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We behaved like adults...we went, cheered on the team, and left....We didn't go to cause problems, we went to show our support for our son’s team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son will be fine as long as he is &lt;strong&gt;NEVER , EVER&lt;/strong&gt; apart of this team or any other team this coach is affiliated with.&lt;br /&gt;The saddest part is not that they accused me of "gossip" or that I lost (what I thought were) really good friends....&lt;br /&gt;No, the saddest part is that two young boys lost a chance to play for a Championship they worked for this whole season for and can &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; get back...and that they may not ever want to play again for fear they may get "suspended" for something their parents allegedly did.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do, if it was your son/daughter???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-6098808625296338016?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6098808625296338016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=6098808625296338016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6098808625296338016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6098808625296338016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-gossip-in-stands-or-your-kid-will.html' title='Don&apos;t gossip in the stands or your kid WILL pay for what YOU say!!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3499945273239074904</id><published>2009-06-04T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:14:26.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know....I left my poor bloggin buddies to fend for themselves...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, life has thrown me some big ole' sour lemons lately and I've been trying to make lemonade, but I have no sugar....&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully now that summer is officially here, well at 1:00 p.m. today, when my babies get out of school..I'm hoping to be back to normal....Well as normal as you can get with 3 kiddos and a house full of...Drama!!! What?? Like you didn't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so enough about why I've totally bailed on ya...&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Thursday post...From the always there for us on Thursdays (and every other day of the week)....Jenn at&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/"&gt; Cheaper than Therapy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose y'all will want to know what I've been up too, for ummm 2 months, Gosh I really didn't think it was that long...(sigh) OMG I'm so sorry!! Okay so yes I will totally catch you up on our lives...and of course all the Drama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these of my friend Tracy, back at the beginning of May...She wanted some &lt;em&gt;Awesome&lt;/em&gt; pics to give to her hubby...I think she looks incredible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifjxRt7hOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kK9RaL90RPU/s1600-h/Tracy+Ruffner+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343489918607525090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifjxRt7hOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kK9RaL90RPU/s320/Tracy+Ruffner+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to get those boots!!! Love those!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifkH9vxzPI/AAAAAAAAAjk/-wWFmptiXM8/s1600-h/Tracy+Ruffner+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343490308383558898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifkH9vxzPI/AAAAAAAAAjk/-wWFmptiXM8/s320/Tracy+Ruffner+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifkcHvHQWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2k2t8PxzOw8/s1600-h/Tracy+Ruffner+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343490654662508898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifkcHvHQWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2k2t8PxzOw8/s320/Tracy+Ruffner+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, she's a little sly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sifku6gmwRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/8AoSwwhFBw0/s1600-h/Tracy+Ruffner+150+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343490977529512210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sifku6gmwRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/8AoSwwhFBw0/s320/Tracy+Ruffner+150+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we must see the tat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SiflAASYa9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/qioRaueLTfQ/s1600-h/Tracy+Ruffner+179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343491271138241490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SiflAASYa9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/qioRaueLTfQ/s320/Tracy+Ruffner+179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Trace for letting me take these...and for being so easy to photograph!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my peeps I will try to update you as quickly as possible...Life is hopefully slowing down for me and my familia...I will try to get some more posts up soon.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see I have a lot from these last few weeks......&lt;br /&gt;Mom's night out at the Rangers game-in a limo, people!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's baseball games-the boys are doing all right....if I do say so myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;Katie's usual drama....boys, friends, and of course trying to under-mind everything I say... Brooklyn's Pre-K graduation...that was a whoopin...and kinda sad...and of course&lt;br /&gt;just life with me...&lt;br /&gt;Ya know the boring, nothing ever happens to me, I never cause any drama at all, stay at home Mom.......&lt;br /&gt;yea right like my life is &lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt; boring!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.....&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3499945273239074904?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3499945273239074904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3499945273239074904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3499945273239074904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3499945273239074904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/06/thousand-words-thursday.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifjxRt7hOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kK9RaL90RPU/s72-c/Tracy+Ruffner+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-7775261662552469260</id><published>2009-04-01T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:43:49.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new magical power.....</title><content type='html'>Okay so apparently I've acquired some magically twisted evil power that enables me to bring death to any appliance/electronic device I need, and on some level, must have to survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example one&lt;br /&gt;My daughter cooks some pancakes for breakfast Saturday morning...perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;I go to cook some yummy pancakes for breakfast for me...I cooked them for 10 minutes, still frozen.... &lt;em&gt;Nice, no pancakes and now I need a new microwave... yip.freakin.ee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example two&lt;br /&gt;I use my ipod daily for the gym, Monday works great, jammin as I'm in horrible pain, but whatever, it worked.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, nothing....no sound, no pictures, and it's charged...but nothing, nodda...&lt;em&gt;great. wonderful.....gee what next??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example three...&lt;em&gt;should of kept my mouth shut!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my computer is working fine...shut it down that night, totally fine...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning dead as a doorknob...&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is guessing the motherboard went out..&lt;em&gt;yeah I have a few mother words to say to that, but I'll spare you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have hubby's laptop and it's so not the same as my computer....(sigh) I'm just gonna get another hard drive and hope Geek Squad can undo my magical blunder ....&lt;em&gt;Dang I love MY computer, all my blog friends are in there!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mean really, WTH is wrong with me??? Seriously...Did I pick up an evil appliance/electronic curse somewhere?? If so, can it be reversed???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I've been told all bad things come in 3's &lt;em&gt;(huh??....never really thought about that...3 kids, I wonder???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...Ummm, guess what?? I'm done, had my fill of this...&lt;br /&gt;jeesh...it's 3 already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh crap, my cell phone just fell off the desk, &lt;em&gt;great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back flew off, &lt;em&gt;it's somewhere...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;battery's under my chair...OMGosh, this is getting serious and ridiculous!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why??? Why, my computer and now my cell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going before hubby needs a new laptop.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I break handbags and shoes this way???&lt;br /&gt;They are waaaay more fun to shop for!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-7775261662552469260?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7775261662552469260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=7775261662552469260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7775261662552469260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7775261662552469260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-so-apparently-ive-acquired-some.html' title='I have a new magical power.....'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-337714373588384373</id><published>2009-03-24T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:55:48.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s true, you do learn something new everyday</title><content type='html'>Things I've learned recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Husbands (MEN in general) do not understand the indescribable value of getting  something on sale. Yes, we don't really need whatever...but come oooon, it's 50-75% off!!!&lt;br /&gt;We are talking "SALE" here!!!&lt;br /&gt;When we, as woman, see that good of a deal (on anything) we cannot help ourselves, we get this shopping high...and like any good addict, we must have it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men, they just don't get it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Well how can you PUT a price on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll tell you how,  Michael Kors Redding Drawstring Satchel, in Red&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An entire bottle of shampoo does not make NEARLY as many bubbles as one thinks it would when emptied into a full bathtub of water.&lt;br /&gt;While I never had the balls to actually try this as a child...my youngest child? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She does, errr....ummm...did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. While running late for baseball practice, it's not so good to ask your son if he has his pads &amp;amp; helmet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ummm Mom we don't wear pads or a helmet in baseball....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea..&lt;br /&gt;umm haha..&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ceiling fans can take quite a beating from footballs, basketballs, and most recently baseballs and still not fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Given enough Starbucks latte one can.....&lt;br /&gt;take Kaitlyn to dance practice,&lt;br /&gt;Nathan to baseball practice,&lt;br /&gt;then Kaitlyn to softball practice,&lt;br /&gt;Drag Brooklyn everywhere with me, screaming and crying that she wanted to stay home....&lt;br /&gt;work on dinner, (i.e. drive-thru)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insert more lattes here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check homework,&lt;br /&gt;do laundry,&lt;br /&gt;make all take baths/showers&lt;br /&gt;and still manage to make it to bed by midnight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Soap operas can totally make you a more well-rounded person. I've picked up quite a bit of lawyer terminology lately, with the whole Gloria going to prison, then not....storyline on Young and the Restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Gum, candy, even red wine can be removed from the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Pink glitter nail polish and Sharpie marker however, cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Nor can they be removed from clothing, my comforter on my bed, or the dog's hair....&lt;br /&gt;Just FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. According to Brooklyn, the WHOLE can of  hairspray can definitely double as air freshener.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that the dog is now part of the wall, as she cannot move off if it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But at least she looks good with her pink glitter nail polish!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. After this Spring Break, I WILL be voting yes for year round school next time it's on the ballot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Boys due have just as much drama as girls just not the same kind of drama....and they get over it waaaay faster....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and usually without any hair pulling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see, as we age we still learn something new everyday, even if it's totally worthless knowledge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-337714373588384373?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/337714373588384373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=337714373588384373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/337714373588384373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/337714373588384373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-true-you-do-learn-something-new.html' title='It’s true, you do learn something new everyday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-543943903145392418</id><published>2009-03-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:48:47.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Bay...on our way to lunch for Katie's 14th Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/ScJZUNDV0oI/AAAAAAAAAjE/TZsQtQ_Vxn8/s1600-h/Kaitie%27s+14th+Birthday+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/ScJZUNDV0oI/AAAAAAAAAjE/TZsQtQ_Vxn8/s320/Kaitie%27s+14th+Birthday+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908713886536322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gang with cake....So cute and really well behaved!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/ScJZhzcv21I/AAAAAAAAAjM/Fq3BSSFggfA/s1600-h/Kaitie%27s+14th+Birthday+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/ScJZhzcv21I/AAAAAAAAAjM/Fq3BSSFggfA/s320/Kaitie%27s+14th+Birthday+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908947531946834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, this....Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/ScJZ063fARI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Sk3HWGnty98/s1600-h/Kaitie%27s+14th+Birthday+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/ScJZ063fARI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Sk3HWGnty98/s320/Kaitie%27s+14th+Birthday+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314909275940651282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us at A Thousand Word Thursday and&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/"&gt; Jen at Cheaper Than Therapy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....Love her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-543943903145392418?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/543943903145392418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=543943903145392418&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/543943903145392418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/543943903145392418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/03/thousand-words-thursday_19.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/ScJZUNDV0oI/AAAAAAAAAjE/TZsQtQ_Vxn8/s72-c/Kaitie%27s+14th+Birthday+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-6705953309323441565</id><published>2009-03-12T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:27:40.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The devil does not wear Prada…she wears a size 3T from Gymboree...</title><content type='html'>I have posted this on MySpace before my whole bloggin addiction started and I just recently saw this movie again and had to re post this for all my bloggin friends....&lt;br /&gt;This was when Brooklyn was about 3ish...still very true and I know all you Momma's in blog land will sympathize with me...&lt;br /&gt;Plus I added a few more insights.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like your real life is a movie??&lt;br /&gt;or at least a cruel reality show??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you should see Ashton Kutcher in the corner somewhere going "you've been punked?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...&lt;br /&gt;me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "The Devil Wears Prada", a young woman finds herself employed as an assistant to the monster of all bosses. She's sooo excited and wants to do everything right and make her boss happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boss leaves her incomplete and ridiculous messages, requiring her to make a fool of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boss is rude, picky, and nothing is ever good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boss expects all employees to read her mind, and then when they don't, there is going to be hell to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boss makes tons of unreasonable demands...she even wakes up her assistant in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT to make MORE demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the middle of the movie, the assistant is exhausted, frustrated, and frankly, feeling a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you seeing why this seems so FAMILIAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a hint: These days, I do not have a boss paying me money to put up with any of her/his crap. Instead, I am now working as an assistant to 3 bosses, and they demand that I work for FREE. Not only free but no vacation time and definitely no sick time off!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm on call 24/7...&lt;br /&gt;WTH??&lt;br /&gt;Is this what I signed up for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, mind you, I LOOOOVE my kiddos...&lt;br /&gt;I do not REALLY think they are the devil in anyway, shape, or form....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well 2 outta 3 anyways... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MOST of the time, being THE MOM and all, I like to think I am the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;The similarities, really??&lt;br /&gt;They are irrefutable.&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing you've got the idea, but I'll give you a few examples anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally make a fool of myself, on my children's behalf, on a daily basis. Using my shirt to wipe anyone's dirty whatever....Walking around Wal-Mart with 3 kids yelling about what cereal/juice/ice cream/cookies they wanted or didn't want....having my daughter tell me not to dress like a grandma when I go to her school....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yikes when did I EVER dress like that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my favorite time was while going to the bathroom at Target,&lt;br /&gt;Brookie and Katie go in 1st and are waiting for me as the line was kinda long and they didn't see I had to wait...So they are finished and then I get asked VERY LOUDLY, by Brooklyn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama are you going POOP???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my children, I should read minds! For example, dressing Brooklyn goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Handing her shorts and shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn - NOT THAT SHIRT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn - The kitty one!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK here's the kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn- NOT THAT KITTY ONE! THE OTHER KITTY ONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK Fine. Here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn - NO!!!! I DO IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I leave the room so she can do it herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn- NO! MOMMY HELP ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn- Lays on floor kicking and screaming for me to 'help' her&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pouring a little Vodka in with my Red Bull, is 7:30 to early to drink??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our breakfast, lunch, dinner, bath, and bed routines pretty much play out the same way. I'll spare you the details.&lt;br /&gt;In general, spending a lot of time with my toddler is like living with a little, miniature drunk person.&lt;br /&gt;She can't speak coherently and when she does she sometimes uses cuss words and has been know to smoke crayons...&lt;br /&gt;She wets her pants at random,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not so much anymore...but I still have extra clothes in the back of the 'burban...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always nursing a drink, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heaven forbid if you leave home without a bottle of something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes to get naked for no apparent reason,&lt;br /&gt;she's constantly falling down and running into things,&lt;br /&gt;and can be totally happy, singing and dance one moment, yet laying on the floor yelling, kicking, and screaming the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm giving her about two more years to sober up and quit smoking before I seek professional help.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-6705953309323441565?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6705953309323441565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=6705953309323441565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6705953309323441565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6705953309323441565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/03/devil-does-not-wear-pradashe-wears-size.html' title='The devil does not wear Prada…she wears a size 3T from Gymboree...'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-8509018233400901698</id><published>2009-03-12T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:40:44.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn's Mad Hatter/Alice in Wonderland Birthday Cake....Soo yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SblDIueVzfI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZNHDyBhxBiQ/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+Mad+Hatter+Tea+Party+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SblDIueVzfI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZNHDyBhxBiQ/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Mad+Hatter+Tea+Party+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312351052653514226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big 5 year old girl, blowing out her candles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SblH5IYvVFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZITFOsqhJ9Y/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+Mad+Hatter+Tea+Party+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SblH5IYvVFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZITFOsqhJ9Y/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Mad+Hatter+Tea+Party+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312356282289574994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Mad Hatter's table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SblIVKUN_0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/SfFtGvs5qNw/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+Mad+Hatter+Tea+Party+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SblIVKUN_0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/SfFtGvs5qNw/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Mad+Hatter+Tea+Party+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312356763843821378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post more pics of Brooklyn's Mad Hatter Tea party soon...I'm crazy busy and this rain is making me sooo want to do NOTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally dis'n the rain today and the stinkin cold!!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-8509018233400901698?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/8509018233400901698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=8509018233400901698&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/8509018233400901698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/8509018233400901698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/03/thousand-words-thursday_12.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SblDIueVzfI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZNHDyBhxBiQ/s72-c/Brooklyn%27s+Mad+Hatter+Tea+Party+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-1489492206363011032</id><published>2009-03-05T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:02:28.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball brothers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sa_rhOxobVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GwO9sdr_e1A/s1600-h/THe+Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sa_rhOxobVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GwO9sdr_e1A/s320/THe+Boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309721441827581266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying for the out at 1st....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sa_rwosDCCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/C9dM3EF2OUg/s1600-h/1st+Baseball+Tourament+2-28+to+3-1+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sa_rwosDCCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/C9dM3EF2OUg/s320/1st+Baseball+Tourament+2-28+to+3-1+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309721706481518626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we rock....1st place baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sa_srGE4s-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/KyIFGWKVKI0/s1600-h/Pony+Elite+Champions!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sa_srGE4s-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/KyIFGWKVKI0/s320/Pony+Elite+Champions!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309722710802740194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-1489492206363011032?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/1489492206363011032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=1489492206363011032&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/1489492206363011032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/1489492206363011032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/03/thousand-words-thursday.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sa_rhOxobVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GwO9sdr_e1A/s72-c/THe+Boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-1331025394247150450</id><published>2009-02-26T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:58:13.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday....(sniff, sniff, tears....many many more tears...)</title><content type='html'>Brooklyn Nicole...&lt;br /&gt;February 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 lbs 11oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19" long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born at 3:13 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SabZbm7BqpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/co2XsaH9fdw/s1600-h/stuff+from+video+camera+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SabZbm7BqpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/co2XsaH9fdw/s320/stuff+from+video+camera+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307168279230524050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was moved to NICU by 5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little girl had fluid on her lungs and needed help to breath....&lt;br /&gt;She got better and worse and finally much better....&lt;br /&gt;She got to go home, 8 days later...and at only 6 pounds and 2oz...&lt;br /&gt;My tiny tiny girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SabaB9Sf0tI/AAAAAAAAAgg/iHobK-z8lGE/s1600-h/Brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SabaB9Sf0tI/AAAAAAAAAgg/iHobK-z8lGE/s320/Brooklyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307168938069578450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow time flew bye....in a blink...&lt;br /&gt;She's 1 year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SabddUngUnI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YjPAcTt0N3A/s1600-h/scan002001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SabddUngUnI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YjPAcTt0N3A/s320/scan002001.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307172706723058290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sabd0T86y1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/uOimlBl9Fq8/s1600-h/scan001001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sabd0T86y1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/uOimlBl9Fq8/s320/scan001001.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307173101681429330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I don't know but she turned 3 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SabcVFVTSOI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Fg-CH04JG_o/s1600-h/polka+dot+Brookie+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SabcVFVTSOI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Fg-CH04JG_o/s320/polka+dot+Brookie+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307171465669593314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stop it but she forced herself to turn 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sabc1ccLArI/AAAAAAAAAg4/i3F1QGSDNok/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+4th+Birthday+Party+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sabc1ccLArI/AAAAAAAAAg4/i3F1QGSDNok/s320/Brooklyn%27s+4th+Birthday+Party+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307172021628240562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today...5 years later&lt;br /&gt;She gets up this morning and says..."Mom, it's my birthday!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know your 5 today!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom look at this...(points to herself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, does this look 5 to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, this (herself) looks 5 to me...hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she is 5...OMG she's 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 5th birthday....How did this happen???&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl is 5 today..(sniff...sniff...crying!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have to keep saying it,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to make myself believe it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to start Kindergarten in less than 6 months..&lt;br /&gt;She wears "big girl" sizes now, and call me "mother" WTH??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I totally hate that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby girl...&lt;br /&gt;My last one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's not a baby anymore.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my sweet Brooklyn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy loves you...even if you do cuss and smoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sadg68VTdAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hQWCwNiEKsE/s1600-h/Brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sadg68VTdAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hQWCwNiEKsE/s320/Brooklyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307317251623580674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-1331025394247150450?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/1331025394247150450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=1331025394247150450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/1331025394247150450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/1331025394247150450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthdaysniff-sniff-tearsmany.html' title='Happy Birthday....(sniff, sniff, tears....many many more tears...)'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SabZbm7BqpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/co2XsaH9fdw/s72-c/stuff+from+video+camera+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-2112858894495316636</id><published>2009-02-26T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:07:45.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn showing off her "B" shirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SadlldMOlmI/AAAAAAAAAho/cC6iXkSs0Hc/s1600-h/Brookie+Cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SadlldMOlmI/AAAAAAAAAho/cC6iXkSs0Hc/s320/Brookie+Cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307322380044899938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stock Show...January 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sadl1r9HvgI/AAAAAAAAAhw/E5iEM-usJlI/s1600-h/Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sadl1r9HvgI/AAAAAAAAAhw/E5iEM-usJlI/s320/Kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307322658885975554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip last year to East Texas to see Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sadmb1RPKVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/UA2q0u3KYqQ/s1600-h/Mark+and+Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/Sadmb1RPKVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/UA2q0u3KYqQ/s320/Mark+and+Kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307323314221295954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-2112858894495316636?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/2112858894495316636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=2112858894495316636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2112858894495316636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2112858894495316636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/thousand-words-thursday_26.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SadlldMOlmI/AAAAAAAAAho/cC6iXkSs0Hc/s72-c/Brookie+Cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-2019332909089402994</id><published>2009-02-25T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:36:56.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oh My It's My 50th Post!!!</title><content type='html'>In honor of my 50th post I wanted to do something fun for y'all&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my most favorite episodes from Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my 50th post!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/IXhxqQTTwbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/IXhxqQTTwbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, he's her Lobster!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-2019332909089402994?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/2019332909089402994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=2019332909089402994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2019332909089402994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2019332909089402994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-oh-my-its-my-50th-post.html' title='My Oh My It&apos;s My 50th Post!!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-926913115087702550</id><published>2009-02-17T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:58:10.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you say Target and giftcard???</title><content type='html'>Mention shopping...okay whatcha got???&lt;br /&gt;Mention Target...I'm listening&lt;br /&gt;Mention free gift card...&lt;br /&gt;SOLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abritandabit.typepad.com/spotted_dick_and_other_mu/2009/02/show-off-your-favoritesfor-a-chance-to-win-a-250-target-gift-card-.html%20"&gt;&lt;img src="http://abritandabit.typepad.com/targetgiftcardbadge.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me to win the drawing to get the $250 Target Gift Card,  &lt;a href="http://abritandabit.typepad.com/spotted_dick_and_other_mu/2009/02/show-off-your-favoritesfor-a-chance-to-win-a-250-target-gift-card-.html"&gt;Auds @ Barking Mad&lt;/a&gt; is having us  post our all time top 5 or 10 favorite posts.....These are mine, hope you enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top 5 post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-grab-my-peeps-and-we-head-to-wally.html"&gt;A few things to consider....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-said-what.html"&gt;She said what??? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-say-all-birthdays-after-29-dont-count.html"&gt;I say all birthdays after 29 don't count, ya with me?? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-you-probably-dont-care-about.html"&gt;25 things &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my #1 favorite post.....Of course it's about my sweet-pea and her little talks we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-ride-home-with-brooklyn.html"&gt;My ride home with Brooklyn...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-926913115087702550?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/926913115087702550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=926913115087702550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/926913115087702550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/926913115087702550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/mention-shopping.html' title='Did you say Target and giftcard???'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-8798521759233275044</id><published>2009-02-16T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:33:14.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinket Boxes and Tears...</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a very happy heart day!!! We had of course more Drama than we could handle...Marky and I took Nate and Koda (he spent the night) to Lowe's on Saturday morning for the kids build and grow workshop....They made a sweet little heart trinket box...It was too cute and the boys had alot of fun making their boxes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZslV-h7g6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/yzckYy-Kg-E/s1600-h/lowes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZslV-h7g6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/yzckYy-Kg-E/s320/lowes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303874045651682210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then KP (Koda's Dad) calls me and tells me what we've all been praying wouldn't happen....&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Janice's father passed away....&lt;br /&gt;He was doing sooo much better then, had a turn for the worst Friday night. Sweet Janice and her family, are of course, devastated. Her extended family lives far away and they spent the weekend making plans. Missy and I spent most of Saturday with her and the boys...Doing all the stuff good friends do...Making her eat something, cleaning, laundry, answering phone calls, and hugging her when she needed it...and of course me trying to make her laugh, cause as Truvy says..."Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." and I tried to keep that in mind...as Missy and I tried to comfort her and clean she kept telling us to "stop cleaning" and of course we'd continue....I'm sure I will need both of you one day, so Sweet Janice you can make it up to me then...deal?? K, then it's settled...and Mis, I need you now...This remodeling crap is for the birds..there is sheet rock dust on everything!!! Ugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;So any-whoo sweet Janice's family left this morning by plane and will be gone all week. Our thoughts and prayers are with ya Janice,  and all your family too ....I know you are dealing with alot right now, but we are here for you....Whatever you need!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please include my sweet friend Janice in your prayers as well,  she will need all of our strength to get through this and come home. Thank you my bloggin friends I really do appreciate it and I know Sweet Janice and her family does too.&lt;br /&gt;To end on a half-way funny note, cause ya know me....&lt;br /&gt;my life = never boring....&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I are on day 3 of this "let's redo our bedroom project"...New paint, floors, paint the doors, furniture...etc..&lt;br /&gt;This is our Valentines present to each other....but I'm thinking we both got the shaft!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a whoopin plus some....&lt;br /&gt;Yea it was going to be a weekend thing...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will keep you posted as to what, and when it is finished...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday??? Maybe??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I'm going to hang out in my new bedroom (aka the living room) and wait for the floors to dry...again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-8798521759233275044?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/8798521759233275044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=8798521759233275044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/8798521759233275044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/8798521759233275044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/trinket-boxes-and-tears.html' title='Trinket Boxes and Tears...'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZslV-h7g6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/yzckYy-Kg-E/s72-c/lowes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-2615513967909435990</id><published>2009-02-12T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:33:35.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things you probably don't care about, but...you'll read it anyways!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so what is it with this 25 "random things" obsession??? OMG, I got tagged like 22 times on Face book, which is sad cause I only have like 40 friends....Then I was tagged again on My space...I know I have both, it's sad....But any-whoo...&lt;br /&gt;Really??&lt;br /&gt;25 random things??&lt;br /&gt;Seriously??&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to know...&lt;br /&gt;Why I have no idea....&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love love love Whoppers* candy and Laffy Taffy's, can eat them everyday and sometimes I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I would rather drink water with lemon than anything else, well expect for my wine evenings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Before I was born and as a kid my parents, grandparents, Aunt, &amp;amp; Uncle (even some cousins) either owned and/or worked at a Dairy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have panic attacks going over very high overpasses and bridges. I can't breath and my wrist, hands, and fingers hurt....My husband and kids sooo love to make fun of me for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Before I was married, I HARDLY ever ate red meat...I mean almost never!!!&lt;br /&gt;But then I married someone who had cattle in his backyard...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTH??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a addiction to Gymboree clothes, shoes, socks, panties, hair bows, etc......&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to discuss it any further....I've admitted it so there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm done&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love gifts bags...All shapes, sizes, colors...and I keep all bags that are given to me or to my kids, and the tissue paper too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My all time most favorite movie ever.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know every word (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grease is the word is the word&lt;/span&gt;...Oh, sorry) of dialogue and every song in the movie...When I was little I had red high heels, black silky pants, a perm, and wanted to smoke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  It took me like 6 months to learn to drive a 5-speed...&lt;br /&gt;Eric if your out there in Blog land...Thank you and I'm so sorry about your clutch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have one tattoo, and this will be the only one...It's on my foot, it's a purple daisy...&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna lie to ya, it hurt like a mo' fo' and anybody who tells you it didn't,   is sadistic and mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I soooo wanted to elope and get married under a water fall in Hawaii....Skip the whole wedding mess...&lt;br /&gt;My Mom said,   go...see ya...have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Hubby said, nooooo we have to stay here and get married in front of everyone...&lt;br /&gt;So we did....Still waiting on my waterfall babe??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My most favorite job as a teen was working in a tanning salon, super fun and you got to tan for free, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*bonus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love flip flops, and wear them almost year round.....but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;  Old Navy's and Reefs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are the bomb'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I &lt;s&gt;take&lt;/s&gt; borrow pens from Doctors offices, I love those stinkin big ole' fat pens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I love post it notes!!! All shapes, colors, and sizes...I put them everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have bought (and still do) many birthday, wedding, baby shower, etc.  gifts on the way to the party/wedding/shower and totally packed it in the car with tissue paper and signed the card....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My hair has been all colors....&lt;br /&gt;red, blonde, grey, purple, orange, white, brown, green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But really, who's hasn't??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  I have Tarot cards and I know how to give a reading....&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not into all that freak stuff...I just can read them and make sense of it all....&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask it was a fluke thing and it just happened....Okay??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6th sense, ummm maybe??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have stood on a suspension bridge, in Colorado,  for all of 2 seconds and I cried...It. was. very. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I still love to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disney's The Emperor's New Groove&lt;/span&gt;...It is my FAVORITE Disney movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boom Baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. As a little girl I wanted to be a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader...and I had the big hair, outfit, and pom poms to prove it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I clip coupons all the flippin time and organize them all so neatly in my coupon thingy....But then I get to the store and either forget the coupons all together or just plain forgot the damn organizer at home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I get a ton of magazines and I keep 'em....&lt;br /&gt;I keep ALOT of them...&lt;br /&gt;You need back issues of something, I probably got it.&lt;br /&gt;Some do go to school to be recycled....and I'm telling ya, if they ever start a contest at school for the class with the most pounds of paper....We are sooooo winning!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I don't like coffee at home, only Starbucks and only when I'm really in the mood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. (woo-whoo last one!!)   I must have a pretzel at Target and/or at Sam's whenever I go  shopping...&lt;br /&gt;It's like their calling my name...Yumm, wish I had one now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...That was a whoopin', I need a blog rest....&lt;br /&gt;Okay so ya feel like you know me a little better now???&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;So stop tagging me already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-2615513967909435990?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/2615513967909435990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=2615513967909435990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2615513967909435990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2615513967909435990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-you-probably-dont-care-about.html' title='25 things you probably don&apos;t care about, but...you&apos;ll read it anyways!!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3165569512974012218</id><published>2009-02-12T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:43:47.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layton, playing me the 80's tunes I love so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZRPjUcqzzI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8TSv0BzX7zE/s1600-h/Layton+bk+and+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZRPjUcqzzI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8TSv0BzX7zE/s320/Layton+bk+and+white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301950129524887346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What up G? Check out by hood-izzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZRQBGZGToI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iIMB9aSoRzU/s1600-h/Dinner+with+Friends+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZRQBGZGToI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iIMB9aSoRzU/s320/Dinner+with+Friends+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301950641147891330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome shoppin buddy and BFF, Tracy and her hubby, on their Anniversary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZRRMLbjKsI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Np-nQepFKK0/s1600-h/Tracy+and+Keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZRRMLbjKsI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Np-nQepFKK0/s320/Tracy+and+Keith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301951930990537410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3165569512974012218?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3165569512974012218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3165569512974012218&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3165569512974012218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3165569512974012218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/thousand-words-thursday_12.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZRPjUcqzzI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8TSv0BzX7zE/s72-c/Layton+bk+and+white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-6521150104036453979</id><published>2009-02-10T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:37:11.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner, Whin-a-Fred, &amp; Candy Land-Oh My!!</title><content type='html'>So we had dinner with friends Saturday night and it was sooo fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;The whole Drama Crew went to Sweet Janice and KP's house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Missy, Jeremy and their kiddos came too. We had some much needed friend time.&lt;br /&gt;It was Missy and Layton's birthdays (well close enough) so we HAD to celebrate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGc06Ug8oI/AAAAAAAAAeo/2z_irZDaCfA/s1600-h/Dinner+with+Friends+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGc06Ug8oI/AAAAAAAAAeo/2z_irZDaCfA/s320/Dinner+with+Friends+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301190669214216834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we ate and had ice cream cake, yes that was the official "birthday" cake...&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was sooo yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ummm by the way Mis, your awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hanging out and talking, the we started wondering where our boys were...&lt;br /&gt;I bet you can guess where....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGdUe7qUfI/AAAAAAAAAew/MFOCOEMFm20/s1600-h/Dinner+with+Friends+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGdUe7qUfI/AAAAAAAAAew/MFOCOEMFm20/s320/Dinner+with+Friends+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301191211618030066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, didn't see them all night...&lt;br /&gt;Any-whoo&lt;br /&gt;We did get to see Layton's new birthday gift...&lt;br /&gt;Oh she is sooo stinkin cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bloggin friends this is Winnie...or as Layton calls her "Whin-A-Fred" (don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGd7muvOvI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NyQi--EIklg/s1600-h/Dinner+with+Friends+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGd7muvOvI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NyQi--EIklg/s320/Dinner+with+Friends+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301191883726207730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so you talked me into it,  Layton wanted to name her Oprah,  I have no idea why,  I guess he likes her...&lt;br /&gt;So then Mom (AKA sweet Janice) says ummm no, you might offend someone, how about Winfrey??&lt;br /&gt;He likes it but then Layton comes up with Whin-A-Fred, and well it just stuck...&lt;br /&gt;But I like her nickname Winnie, so that's what I'm calling her....&lt;br /&gt;OMGosh she is adorable, and sooo tiny. Everyone just loves her!!! Just ask Brooke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGeW-ty7hI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DpAyBQycJVE/s1600-h/Dinner+with+Friends+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGeW-ty7hI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DpAyBQycJVE/s320/Dinner+with+Friends+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301192354021174802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after playing with Winnie,  we all felt all warm and fuzzy inside....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no really, she's that cute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr. Layton starts playing his guitar, and he is good!!!&lt;br /&gt;He always plays me 80's hits that I love, he's very talented!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's Layton playing my fav Def Leppard's  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hysteria&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGgBwN_OmI/AAAAAAAAAfI/6ZMbnJS-wnQ/s1600-h/Dinner+with+Friends+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGgBwN_OmI/AAAAAAAAAfI/6ZMbnJS-wnQ/s320/Dinner+with+Friends+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301194188375669346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We had such a good time, the guys (our hubby's) were all held up in front of the T.V. watching some crazy UFC fight, ugh!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were soooo not watching that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while the guys were watching that, Sweet Janice and I  dressed up the dogs...hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;Ranger Rick &amp;amp; Whin-A-Fred didn't mind, they were very happy....We think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't judge us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGhlfOrt3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ANMvdc8OjQc/s1600-h/Dinner+with+Friends+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGhlfOrt3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ANMvdc8OjQc/s320/Dinner+with+Friends+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301195901802100594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the evening is winding down, Brooklyn finds a board game and of course, wants to play...Well guess who she goes to...Yep the only one who doesn't know the power of a little girl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGjmD_jqVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Tb1VYZ-nSLQ/s1600-h/Dinner+with+Friends+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGjmD_jqVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Tb1VYZ-nSLQ/s320/Dinner+with+Friends+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301198110694025554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Brooke suckered KP in big time with the Candy Land ploy....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's good, I'll give her that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was about time to leave, Marky Mark had just got home earlier and KP had already played like 18 games of Candy Land,  and Missy was ready to go to bed....So we start calling for the boys to come downstairs.....&lt;br /&gt;But getting them away from the Xbox was easier said than done....&lt;br /&gt;Plus this is what was blocking the stairway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGl85b4smI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ibg4ZYOZGpo/s1600-h/Dinner+with+Friends+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGl85b4smI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ibg4ZYOZGpo/s320/Dinner+with+Friends+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301200702020301410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like she just makes herself at home, no matter where we are...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good thing they like us over there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally after several "can I spend the nights" and "can Koda/Nathan spend the night",  we (all of us) went home.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again my sweet friends for a great evening, lots of laughs, and ice cream cake were great therapy for all of us!!! We have to do it next weekend for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremy said so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just a quick update.....&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Janice's father is doing soooo much better!!! He's out of ICU and he is getting stronger each day. Thank you to all my sweet readers for your thought, prayers, and kind words...I really do appreciate it and so does Janice, Kreyton and their families!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll are awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-6521150104036453979?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6521150104036453979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=6521150104036453979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6521150104036453979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6521150104036453979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/dinner-whin-fred-candy-land-oh-my.html' title='Dinner, Whin-a-Fred, &amp; Candy Land-Oh My!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SZGc06Ug8oI/AAAAAAAAAeo/2z_irZDaCfA/s72-c/Dinner+with+Friends+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-4767711803810548827</id><published>2009-02-05T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:59:17.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so a few people have asked me about my modeling days and wanted to see my pictures...Sooo I guess you can...&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna be sad, for me...not you....Cause umm Tara don't look like that anymore..  :(&lt;br /&gt;Well ask and you shall receive...&lt;br /&gt;Naaah really I was cleaning my office and I found a few, so you people are in luck to day....&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe you are...these are scanned and kinda old, so sorry about the quality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYvcgVngr7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/4kGJ63O85KA/s1600-h/MEEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYvcgVngr7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/4kGJ63O85KA/s320/MEEE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299571834648309682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one off my card...WTH were they thinking with the daisy dress, and apparently I wasn't allowed to tan...dang look at Casper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYvdHapx0MI/AAAAAAAAAeA/uvloVqWUvrQ/s1600-h/mee+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYvdHapx0MI/AAAAAAAAAeA/uvloVqWUvrQ/s320/mee+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299572506014896322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one...(sniff, sniff) sooo long ago....(sigh) Man, I wish I still had those shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYvdfamAqlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/hkhQUKmn8BE/s1600-h/mee+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYvdfamAqlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/hkhQUKmn8BE/s320/mee+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299572918315952722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-4767711803810548827?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/4767711803810548827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=4767711803810548827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4767711803810548827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4767711803810548827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/thousand-words-thursday.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYvcgVngr7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/4kGJ63O85KA/s72-c/MEEE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-9005539151087220530</id><published>2009-02-04T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:17:58.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ride home with Brooklyn....</title><content type='html'>So I pick up my daughter, Brooklyn, from pre-k today and she is not in a good mood at all....So as we are getting into the car I notice she is very upset and sorta pouting,&lt;br /&gt;and being the wonderful Mommy that I am, I ask her&lt;br /&gt;"What is wrong with you??"&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHHHHH" Mom, I'm soooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad &lt;/span&gt;at Aidan..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.My.Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, well calm down and tell me what happened...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well,  he says that I'm dating a three-year old and that  I better give him by cell phone number....ugh!!! I'm soooo over this place and these people...Can we just go to another class??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good Lord....did she say dating???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait...wait...what cell phone??? She doesn't have a cell phone?? Let alone a cell phone "number" And WTH does she mean 'these people" where'd she get that from??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  I'm curious....&lt;br /&gt;"How are you dating a three-year old, why did he say that??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, but Aidan says I am and well,  I think it's crap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh. My.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well ummmm" (totally lost for words, as I want to crack up laughing right now)&lt;br /&gt;"Brooklyn, Mommy really doesn't like you saying that, it was not very nice...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well,  Aidan is not very nice...and I don't care...Can you please just move me classes!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay ummm obviously she's been listing to her sister and I talk about Katie changing her math class....Okay make mental note to never talk in front of Brooklyn again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now it's sooo stinking funny to see her sooo put out with the fact that I'm not going to move her "classes" and so I start to laugh and&lt;br /&gt;I. can't. stop.&lt;br /&gt;It's too funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;So she gets even MORE mad, and now it's at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not funny!!! I don't want to date a three-year old!!! He can't even write his name...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moooooommmmmmm, listen to me, serious (that's what she said) this is why I have to change a class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Brooke your fine, I'm not changing your "class", besides he's in another room and you only see him at lunch and recess. You can manage..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank you God, we are pulling into the drive-way.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE. MOM. WHATEVER!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;Then as she is getting out of the car, I hear her say, kinda under her breath...&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he is sooo not getting my cell phone number!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went and got the mail.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-9005539151087220530?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/9005539151087220530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=9005539151087220530&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/9005539151087220530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/9005539151087220530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-ride-home-with-brooklyn.html' title='My ride home with Brooklyn....'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-5023625592074753766</id><published>2009-01-29T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:40:38.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Marky and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYIhKD8ozXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4CgtgGUvUg0/s1600-h/Mark+and+me+black+and+white..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYIhKD8ozXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4CgtgGUvUg0/s320/Mark+and+me+black+and+white..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296832568483171698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Nate being silly, as usual....but hey at least they're not arguing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYIh06cWsCI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_8UOpJhxLT0/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYIh06cWsCI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_8UOpJhxLT0/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296833304666222626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn showing off her new zebra punk rock outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYIgeKJcGbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/NaQ67karElE/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYIgeKJcGbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/NaQ67karElE/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296831814233233842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-5023625592074753766?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/5023625592074753766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=5023625592074753766&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5023625592074753766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5023625592074753766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/01/thousand-words-thursday.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYIhKD8ozXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4CgtgGUvUg0/s72-c/Mark+and+me+black+and+white..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-4756395082183143905</id><published>2009-01-28T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:56:20.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's cold outside!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, Okay I know some of you are gonna think I'm crazy for posting this, but for us Texans...This weather we are having is waaay cold!!! Like it was 23 this morning...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Burrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We here at Drama central (well mainly me) are totally bummed cause we have an ice day today....So no school, actually this ice means no anything today..&lt;br /&gt;Look what I found on my back porch this morning, kinda crazy to see that huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYCW_3DayLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YL36V7Wr_QM/s1600-h/Ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYCW_3DayLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YL36V7Wr_QM/s320/Ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296399185641916594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So me and the kiddos are gonna stay here (like I have a choice) and keep warm...&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to say it was gonna be a nice quiet day of catching up on homework, reading, and cleaning...but that would soooo not even be my life...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey I can dream right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be more like arguing, fighting, and begging (by me) for them to pick up their clothes off the floor...&lt;br /&gt;No, it will probably be worse...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just sayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully this ice is melting as I type and everyone can go back to school tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note....&lt;br /&gt;All of you have heard me talk about my friend sweet Janice and her family....&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't ask a lot of you my bloggin friends but I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to ask one small request, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father has taken ill very suddenly and I would really appreciate if you could just think of her and her family at this time. They really need all the strength,  love,  and support God can give them.&lt;br /&gt;Janice and her family mean a lot to me and my family, so if you could just include them in your thoughts &amp;amp; prayers, during this extremely difficult time, I would be so grateful....&lt;br /&gt;I know they are in mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-4756395082183143905?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/4756395082183143905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=4756395082183143905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4756395082183143905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4756395082183143905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, it&apos;s cold outside!!!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SYCW_3DayLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YL36V7Wr_QM/s72-c/Ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-7652321146024857501</id><published>2009-01-22T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:53:53.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Serving Number 726.....</title><content type='html'>So we are all in route to Ft.Hood to see my cousin, Brandon before he goes to Iraq, again....&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun in the 'burban...just me, Mom, and the kids...and the DVD player...Thank goodness for that invention!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was only a couple of hours there and we were on base....&lt;br /&gt;Well not exactly "on base"......&lt;br /&gt;We were near the entrance to the base, more like at the check-in building...&lt;br /&gt;We had to get a temporary pass to get actually on the base...Cause me being a private citizen and all I apparently can't just "walk" on base...&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever...&lt;br /&gt;So Kate and I  go in to get a temporary pass and Mom, Nate, and Brooke wait in the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk in.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, nightmare!!!&lt;br /&gt;Katie and I went in to get our pass and were greeted by no less than 100 people.&lt;br /&gt;Great,  surely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; can't be here for a temp pass, can they???&lt;br /&gt;Yep, they can....&lt;br /&gt;We took a ticket and stood there....Katie then says Mom, what number do we have??? They are calling number 659.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh well honey great news...&lt;br /&gt;We are moving into this building!!!&lt;br /&gt;We are just gonna live here cause we are number 726......&lt;br /&gt;and they are NEVER gonna call us, welcome home!!!&lt;br /&gt;She was not amused...&lt;br /&gt;So after about 40 or so minutes and another 75 people walk  in, we are up to number 682..gee,  is this how Wal-Mart gets their ideas on how many check out's to open??? I'm just sayin'&lt;br /&gt;Really their are 2, yes 2, people working on temporary passes...&lt;br /&gt;OMG....&lt;br /&gt;1 hour, #700...Ahh finally in the 7's&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the Army guys stands up and says, if your just here for today and can wait, the gates open at 10:30p.m. or he says, if you just need a one day pass these MP's (who by the way have been just sitting there the whole time)can issue those for you.....&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;Mad rush to the counter....#705&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in yet another line....&lt;br /&gt;#708&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH this is utter torture!!! Then at last we are next for the MP's line..&lt;br /&gt;So after answering his many questions, there for a minute I thought he may want my blood type and DNA, giving him by reasons why I'm in front of him, my driver's license, insurance, and registration....DANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;But finally we got our pass...&lt;br /&gt;We're walking out..an hour and 1/2 later....whoo.freakin.who&lt;br /&gt;Oh that sucked!!!&lt;br /&gt;So now we get to go "on base"...&lt;br /&gt;Finding Brandon's house was another adventure in itself as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ALL&lt;/span&gt; and I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of the houses are exactly the same...&lt;br /&gt;So that was fun,&lt;br /&gt;but we did find it....&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and my Aunt were waiting on us....It was so fun to see him and his wife, Victoria. All of her family was there too, so it was a packed house ....&lt;br /&gt;After visiting for a while I wanted to go to the PX Mart to see what all they had, actually I was dying to see if the prices were really much cheaper then Department store.....So Victoria's Mom took us around the base and to the store.....&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the PX Mart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXkhJi6ZAqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/78pxITzE2CQ/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Visit+Seeing+Brandon+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXkhJi6ZAqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/78pxITzE2CQ/s320/Mom%27s+Visit+Seeing+Brandon+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294299284824982178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So shopping was okay, no great awesome deals...Boo-Hoo...Oh well&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to Brandon's house and had pizza and got to visit with him and hear some cool and kinda scary stuff about traveling and living in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;Then before we knew it, we needed to get going...&lt;br /&gt;The military has the soldiers go into lock down before they leave so we decided to go before he did....But we did get to take some great shots of us with Brandon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXkjiO6ksQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2nwkelXdMlg/s1600-h/Brandon+me+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXkjiO6ksQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2nwkelXdMlg/s320/Brandon+me+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294301907977023746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and our family's Army solider...We are sooo proud!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXkkKKwhG_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/v3XmrU8nlOM/s1600-h/Me+and+Brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXkkKKwhG_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/v3XmrU8nlOM/s320/Me+and+Brandon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294302594055871474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Brandon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXkxCL1Wr9I/AAAAAAAAAco/Xr2DOuw3rSo/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Visit+Seeing+Brandon+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXkxCL1Wr9I/AAAAAAAAAco/Xr2DOuw3rSo/s320/Mom%27s+Visit+Seeing+Brandon+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294316750556803026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after many tears and good bye's we were heading back to our house......&lt;br /&gt;Whew, that was a whoopin...&lt;br /&gt;But my Mom was still here and we had two more days together until she went home....I think we shall shop, that seems to cure all...&lt;br /&gt;Yes we all need a little retail therapy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they've called my number yet?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-7652321146024857501?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7652321146024857501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=7652321146024857501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7652321146024857501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7652321146024857501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-serving-number-726.html' title='Now Serving Number 726.....'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXkhJi6ZAqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/78pxITzE2CQ/s72-c/Mom%27s+Visit+Seeing+Brandon+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3137810306043761608</id><published>2009-01-21T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:10:25.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here...I'm not dead, I swear</title><content type='html'>Hey my long lost bloggin friends....&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been like...ummm, a month since I last wrote....&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo incredibility sorry, my life has been one heck of a roller coaster ride lately and maybe, just maybe...I can finally get off this freakin ride!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start at the beginning...This is a long one, sorry but I need to catch you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, there enough said...moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's surprise visit the day after...Woo-Whoo Dad's here!!! Oh but wait,  I have a million things to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhh what the heck, I'll get them done later, right...Besides my Dad's here...and it's not every day I get to see him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my brother, Dad, and me after lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgadKfuHqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FrROaSsZmis/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgadKfuHqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FrROaSsZmis/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294010450309947042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad left....Then I got stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve...Oh Yea..What are we doing???&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know let's have a party with some of our friends here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I must've been on meds that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get party favors, cute champagne glasses for everyone,poppers for the kids, streamers,  and decorations...blah blah blah....like I said, I was on some New Year's high!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then we  got food,  snacks, champagne, jello (hee hee you know why) the whole works....Here's just a little bit of my 2009 decorations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgESnh9nsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/g2ai2Pean4g/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgESnh9nsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/g2ai2Pean4g/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293986079869607618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a New Year's eve party/dinner/bar/and got PS3 burnout...That which consisted of waaay to much Rock Band....Here's the boys jammin, and Mis saying it was a little TOO LOUD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgFDDBc01I/AAAAAAAAAa8/dIalrQv6oAo/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgFDDBc01I/AAAAAAAAAa8/dIalrQv6oAo/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293986911883154258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another of Koda workin the guitar...his bro would be sooo proud, ha ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgFvQNxCfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bqky21bzm60/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgFvQNxCfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bqky21bzm60/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293987671338715634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then KP goes off the deep end....he pulls out a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "karaoke machine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the???&lt;br /&gt;Where did he get that???&lt;br /&gt;Oh at Target, today huh??&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;neat.&lt;br /&gt;can't.&lt;br /&gt;hardly.&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how sweet Janice was not so sweet after hearing that....&lt;br /&gt;So guess what happens next, Yep KP lost his freaking mind and wanted all of us to go with him....&lt;br /&gt;Here he is doing his best Aerosmith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgHXSzWXtI/AAAAAAAAAbM/uadJopfnrM4/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgHXSzWXtI/AAAAAAAAAbM/uadJopfnrM4/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293989458739617490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then here's Jeremy &amp;amp; Janice after seeing KP's best version of Aerosmith's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Wanna Miss A Thing&lt;/span&gt;...Jeremy laughed so hard he spilled his drink....We. Were. Dying. It was so dang funny,  I wish I'd thought to capture that Kodak moment on video....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgHxSMTM0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/0aK4kSg2_0Y/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgHxSMTM0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/0aK4kSg2_0Y/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293989905252430658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally after KP practically begged us to, we got microphones and choose a song...Janice was sooo not happy about this...I however was game...Sure why not?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the worst that could happen??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgJZfpiR4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/noag-7XcdSA/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgJZfpiR4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/noag-7XcdSA/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293991695571109762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE WORSE THAT DID HAPPEN!!!! I was way into this singing thing, again I blame the meds and that dang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"love is a battlefield"&lt;/span&gt;song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgKRzovdyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/CUnjGkOxG0k/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgKRzovdyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/CUnjGkOxG0k/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293992663009163042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course KP's afraid I stole his thunder, he wants JP to sing and she is NOT having any part of it....&lt;br /&gt;So it's almost midnight, time to see the ball drop right??&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Not at this party we are too busy jamming to rock band and singing with KP's karaoke machine...We do stop to have a great toast and share the moment with our friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgLjt_anuI/AAAAAAAAAbs/I7mB7GZwi_g/s1600-h/The+girls+take+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgLjt_anuI/AAAAAAAAAbs/I7mB7GZwi_g/s320/The+girls+take+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293994070242926306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the girls do anyways.....Where are the guys???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgMZm7H5LI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yfuuwUsHWQU/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgMZm7H5LI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yfuuwUsHWQU/s320/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293994996058809522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay, gotcha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for a great night and the best time ringing in 2009 my BFF's, we had a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so got through New Year's and Mark's still home, which is great I need all the help I can get, so just when I think I'm ahead, I fall 10 steps behind, again....&lt;br /&gt;Mom's here for a visit and better yet, the kids are going back to school...WOO-WHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;My Mom's here, good thing we put all the Christmas stuff up the night before she got here...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she seen worse...she went to my brother's house first..hee hee!!&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo great to have Mom here, and my Aunt came with her too to see her son and his family in Ft.Hood. My cousin is going back to Iraq (for the 3rd time) she wanted to see him before he left...so she went to Ft.Hood for the week, while Mom was here with us..&lt;br /&gt;It was so great, I miss her like crazy.....&lt;br /&gt;We did everything....&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping, ate like crazy, made my Grandmother's peanut brittle, shopped some more, and I got nothing accomplished....&lt;br /&gt;Here's me, my little Brother and my Mom making one of the many batches of peanut brittle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgZQGDq7fI/AAAAAAAAAb8/qZhXV8Fk0a0/s1600-h/Me+Just+and+Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgZQGDq7fI/AAAAAAAAAb8/qZhXV8Fk0a0/s320/Me+Just+and+Mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294009126268628466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday Mark went back to East Texas...&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Me and the kiddos went to Ft.Hood to see my Cuz before he left for Iraq....&lt;br /&gt;but that my friends will have to wait until tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;Again I'm sorry about not catching you up to all of our "Drama"&lt;br /&gt;I figured it was time today, as I got yelled at 3 times (2 in person!!!)for not updating my blog..So enjoy and I will continue to catch you up.....&lt;br /&gt;Promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/50771FA42C0F8389EDD3683BA71FDD6F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3137810306043761608?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3137810306043761608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3137810306043761608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3137810306043761608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3137810306043761608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-hereim-not-dead-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m still here...I&apos;m not dead, I swear'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SXgadKfuHqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FrROaSsZmis/s72-c/Christmas+%26+New+Year%27s+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3989059079512579026</id><published>2008-12-18T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:29:11.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and Me, half-time at his last football game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUrahCpwyVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Om0oVKCE4bI/s1600-h/Owls+Football+12-06-08+LAST+GAME+485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUrahCpwyVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Om0oVKCE4bI/s320/Owls+Football+12-06-08+LAST+GAME+485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281273774227900754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn and Matt at their Christmas Program at Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUrbrvFTO0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/fS5nPADI9qc/s1600-h/Owls+Football+12-06-08+LAST+GAME+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUrbrvFTO0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/fS5nPADI9qc/s320/Owls+Football+12-06-08+LAST+GAME+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281275057464884034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Janice &amp;amp; Kp's Boys...Lay's given Koda some pointers..Soo cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUrcNbLdcYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Q9VMiRJyfPQ/s1600-h/Lay+and+Koda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUrcNbLdcYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Q9VMiRJyfPQ/s320/Lay+and+Koda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281275636237562242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3989059079512579026?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3989059079512579026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3989059079512579026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3989059079512579026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3989059079512579026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/12/thousand-words-thursday.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUrahCpwyVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Om0oVKCE4bI/s72-c/Owls+Football+12-06-08+LAST+GAME+485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-994199860080002720</id><published>2008-12-16T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:28:49.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football, Six Flags, &amp; No Christmas.....yet</title><content type='html'>Hello all...&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know....you thought I'd forgotten all about my bloggin peeps...&lt;br /&gt;No waaay....&lt;br /&gt;I've just had sooo much going on that bloggin was unfortunately,  not at the top of my list....&lt;br /&gt;So here's a brief summary for ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won our last football game, 20-0 over Mansfield and placed 5th, out of 29 teams....That was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pics for ya....&lt;br /&gt;Our team after receiving their metals, and KP got his 5th place trophy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUm1_Uix7SI/AAAAAAAAAXs/p9Wp_BC6WZE/s1600-h/Owls+Football+12-06-08+LAST+GAME+974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUm1_Uix7SI/AAAAAAAAAXs/p9Wp_BC6WZE/s320/Owls+Football+12-06-08+LAST+GAME+974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280952137519590690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the small blonde cheerleader, the one on the end with her arms crossed, huffy look on her face...hmmm wonder where her mother is??&lt;br /&gt;Geez I mean this is kind of an important picture and all...She's just acting all bratty and not smiling...&lt;br /&gt;Dang where is her mother???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys did sooo great...Here's Nate after he got his football metal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUluB35E16I/AAAAAAAAAV8/3dG4PexaILU/s1600-h/Owls+Football+12-06-08+LAST+GAME+937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUluB35E16I/AAAAAAAAAV8/3dG4PexaILU/s320/Owls+Football+12-06-08+LAST+GAME+937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280873016530884514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo now football is OVER!!! (sniff sniff)&lt;br /&gt;Party is all over, it was Sunday and because I've had a brain malfunction lately, I totally forgot my camera.&lt;br /&gt;So I have no pictures of the party but hopefully Mrs. Mandy took some great pics....Sure wish she would email them to me..."hint hint"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho so now that you (my peeps) are all, ok somewhat, caught up in our Drama life...let me explain why my bloggin has taking a backseat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few &lt;s&gt;weeks&lt;/s&gt; days since my last post and trust me it's not you, it's me..no really.... it's this dang O C D thing I got going on....&lt;br /&gt;I tend to  &lt;s&gt;always&lt;/s&gt; sometimes over involve myself in something and before you know it, I'm totally consumed!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean heart &amp;amp; soul...I don't sleep well, not really eating, stressing over every  little thing, making sure it is all perfect...it really is a sickness....and very true!!&lt;br /&gt;So now that football is over I sorta have somewhat of a life....because there is life after football...&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!!! Did I just type that????&lt;br /&gt;No,  no,  no, ...Sooo sorry...&lt;br /&gt;What I meant to say  is that there is very, very little after football..yea that's it....&lt;br /&gt;Just training and waiting till next  fall...right,  next fall...Just waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;(Whew...dodged a bullet there)&lt;br /&gt;Okay so back to my issue....&lt;br /&gt;Oh never mind....let me put it this way....&lt;br /&gt;My sweet hardworking hubby has been gone since the Sunday after Thanksgiving...not just gone to work but gone gone, like in another state gone....&lt;br /&gt;So that means their are no, and I mean no, Christmas decorations in my house or outside for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;No tree, no lights, no angles...nodda....nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in the attic and I'm not about to try to get up there,&lt;br /&gt;come on people THIS IS ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me I'd get the Easter box down, instead of Christmas, go to put it back up slip then fall off the ladder onto one of my children below, hurt my leg and their arm have to go see the Chiropractor, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;...and then break all my Easter decorations....No really this could and may have,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the past&lt;/span&gt;, happened...I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life and the luck that I have...it's okay really, I've adjusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's what,  the middle of December and still no tree, lights, etc....my poor children......&lt;br /&gt;I need to hand in my Mommy card again don't I???&lt;br /&gt;Dang and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; got it back from the whole "Oh ummm Miss your daughter's (my 4-year old) cussing, again!" Yea, if you haven't read that post, no need to now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday night was Nate's friend,  Koda's, birthday party...We all went to Six Flags Holiday in the Park and of course Texas being Texas it was 70 degrees....So apparently everyone else in TX decided to go as well....&lt;br /&gt;It was alot of fun though....We had 8 boys, all but two under the age of 10....Yea it was some night!!!&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing, from a Mom's point of view anyways...no talk of girls, not even a mention of girls...I know, it's coming soon but I CAN wait...&lt;br /&gt;So me, sweet Janice, her hubby,  and her brother all went to Six Flags with these boys....it was mayhem, but fun and a good learning experience... many of these tough, football playing, don't need no stinkin jacket, boys will not and I mean, flat out refused to ride any roller coaster...That seemed so funny to me...I mean no roller coasters at all....so we all rode the mine train....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUmrGyEOcVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/OrIO6x5MZh8/s1600-h/Koda%27s+Birthday+Six+Flags+12-13-08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUmrGyEOcVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/OrIO6x5MZh8/s320/Koda%27s+Birthday+Six+Flags+12-13-08+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280940171075678546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, like that's not a chiropractor visit waitin to happen...&lt;br /&gt;but the boys liked it....&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse these pics as this was not my sweet Nikon camera, I took the Kodak one..Man what a huge difference!!! Sooo sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Here's the boys waiting in line...they are waaay to excited for that crazy train...well, except maybe my son....who looks like he on something??? hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUms34TCSwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fhLuF5xfNW4/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUms34TCSwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fhLuF5xfNW4/s320/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280942114073627394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yes we had quite a night and it was packed...but Janice and I did manage to get one picture together...and it totally bites..What were we thinking???&lt;br /&gt;A pic after all day of walking around, eating funnel cakes &amp;amp; pretzels...aaahhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus this camera is just not even close to the Nikon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUmyJXcg5RI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WYIvnlFJVZc/s1600-h/Janice+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUmyJXcg5RI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WYIvnlFJVZc/s320/Janice+and+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280947912050795794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like deer in the headlight who's had too much hot chocolate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday we had the football ordeal...'member no pics...Hint Hint...MM??&lt;br /&gt;Sooo that about wraps it up...Again I'm very sorry I neglected you, my peeps, and I will try not to let it happen again....You should always come &lt;s&gt;1st&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;s&gt;3rd&lt;/s&gt; 26th??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-994199860080002720?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/994199860080002720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=994199860080002720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/994199860080002720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/994199860080002720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/12/football-six-flags-no-christmasyet.html' title='Football, Six Flags, &amp; No Christmas.....yet'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SUm1_Uix7SI/AAAAAAAAAXs/p9Wp_BC6WZE/s72-c/Owls+Football+12-06-08+LAST+GAME+974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-1117656120434870892</id><published>2008-11-27T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:43:26.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9XtU2MtMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Fx_zuFAY74E/s1600-h/katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9XtU2MtMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Fx_zuFAY74E/s320/katie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273530124875904194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet son....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9X3mJzyZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5RXrcjrYcJs/s1600-h/Nathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9X3mJzyZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5RXrcjrYcJs/s320/Nathan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273530301320251794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9YxIJQ92I/AAAAAAAAAVY/H8tOSfItJX8/s1600-h/Brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9YxIJQ92I/AAAAAAAAAVY/H8tOSfItJX8/s320/Brooklyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273531289697318754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three trouble makers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9YmlffeGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2P5EWcllmuw/s1600-h/poss.+Xmas+card+blk+and+white"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9YmlffeGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2P5EWcllmuw/s320/poss.+Xmas+card+blk+and+white" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273531108596611170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9ZUyQ7nsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/e1KlUwTvdVI/s1600-h/all+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9ZUyQ7nsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/e1KlUwTvdVI/s320/all+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273531902299184834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-1117656120434870892?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/1117656120434870892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=1117656120434870892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/1117656120434870892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/1117656120434870892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/thousand-words-thursday_27.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SS9XtU2MtMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Fx_zuFAY74E/s72-c/katie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-5472889872806782398</id><published>2008-11-18T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:23:26.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing....it's not NEARLY as much fun as winning, but good for the soul.</title><content type='html'>Oh I'm gonna miss my sweet, sweet glory of being a playoff Momma, it has come to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it??    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think everyone's still in shock!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no Kleenex's , thanks, I'm good....&lt;br /&gt;I'm OK, really....&lt;br /&gt;No...I'm not gonna start cryin &amp;amp; whining around, pouting &amp;amp; reliving every moment of the game...&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not gonna do that.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can keep myself together....&lt;br /&gt;Well I did,   until the boys started to get a little upset, but I &lt;s&gt; cried hysterically and went kicking and screaming down the field&lt;/s&gt; held it together okay, for their sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little boys played their hearts out,  we are sooo very proud of all of them!!!&lt;br /&gt;We lost 14-18, how stinkin bad is that??&lt;br /&gt;That team has NEVER been scored on all year and we scored on them,  not once but 2 times!!&lt;br /&gt;We were ahead 14-12 at the half, but we had some crappy refs making some unheard of calls, a few boys who were getting the raw end of the deal,  plus a fumble, and a kick off return that killed us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were  some very upset boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are still in the running for being a Top 5 team. We have 2 games left and can still pull this off!!! Our team has never been in the top 5, in any league, so we are unbelievably proud and pretty happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play Saturday and only have 2 practices this week. Basketball has started and some parents are going in 15 different directions...luckily we are not doing basketball this year...&lt;br /&gt;Nathan really liked it, but we all need a break from sports for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball will be here before you know it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well my dreams of Pee-Wee  Super Bowl Momma Glory are over......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know their is always next year.....Blah, Blah, Blah....&lt;br /&gt;Dangit I wanted it now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just settle for 5th place and keep a big smile on my face...especially when (not if) the team that knocked us out of the playoffs,they get their butts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beat&lt;/span&gt; by another team this weekend..haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bitter...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What gave you that idea???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-5472889872806782398?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/5472889872806782398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=5472889872806782398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5472889872806782398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5472889872806782398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/losingits-not-nearly-as-much-fun-as.html' title='Losing....it&apos;s not NEARLY as much fun as winning, but good for the soul.'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-6638043195299490472</id><published>2008-11-14T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:54:20.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playoffs, Round 2.....</title><content type='html'>Ok so tomorrow is the big,  (actually it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE) &lt;/span&gt;Pee-Wee football playoff game!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in round 2, and we are up against a pretty darn good team. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dangit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got the boys all set!!!&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday (pep rally night) they got the best treat bags, best candy, and the coolest (fake) tattoos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why fake tattoos???&lt;br /&gt;To totally physic out the other team, of course......&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you don't know it by now friends, I will tell you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football is a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;game!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not,  it totally is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys, coaches, refs, etc all talk some smack to make you loose your mojo....&lt;br /&gt;I know because I'm on the field with them, why you ask???&lt;br /&gt;Well because I have the sweetest camera, (no really cause I'm supposed to helping with the Cheerleaders, but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;So being right there with the boys, I hear all the smack talk and trust me they all do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually kinda funny!!&lt;br /&gt;I hear 3rd and 4th grades talkin' trash...&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hear "you can't play football punk, your team can't beat us, your Coach is drunk"...blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;total&lt;/span&gt; head game so I got body tattoos for all the boys to wear on their arms, face, neck, hands, etc... to throw off the other teams concentration when they are on the line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty freakin smart huh???&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on they are only 9 and 10 year olds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo we are headed for another Saturday of playoffs...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess,  I've bit off all my nails (but typing is like sooo much faster) I can't decided which Owl spirit shirt to wear, I'm freaking cause I forgot to charge my camera (until now)  I'm running around making sure everyone's uniform is clean and ready to go...I feel like I'm forgetting something...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll remember about 11:30 when we are there!!!&lt;br /&gt;But there is a plus.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's on his way home...Thank Goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really  want this for the boys, and I think if the bring it on and play like they know how to, they got this in the bag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo wish us luck and pray really hard that they do their very best and no one gets hurt!!! Especially number 21, cause his Momma cannot take another bad thing this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to win the game...but mostly no on gets hurt....(did that sound convincing enough???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Conference Championship is the next step...Then the biggest of them all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PEE-WEE SUPER BOWL, BABY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's just make it through tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-6638043195299490472?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6638043195299490472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=6638043195299490472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6638043195299490472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6638043195299490472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/playoffs-round-2.html' title='Playoffs, Round 2.....'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-7198018125523541667</id><published>2008-11-13T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:37:57.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn's new "B" shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRwzvOYYxzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RmfFBuE2CpE/s1600-h/Brookie+Cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRwzvOYYxzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RmfFBuE2CpE/s320/Brookie+Cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268142550523889458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' sis Meg and big brother Mitch....The game we won on Saturday, I couldn't resist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRw0KUmAXTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RoDEWAvuBCw/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRw0KUmAXTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RoDEWAvuBCw/s320/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268143016048090418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our football Coach's (KP) Birthday Surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRw6XWF9BnI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Y_j2I-fZhl0/s1600-h/Kreyton+gets+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRw6XWF9BnI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Y_j2I-fZhl0/s320/Kreyton+gets+it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268149836858590834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you've got kid issues???&lt;br /&gt;Try this Momma of 3, she's sooo funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to play A Thousand Words Thursday with us???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Join Jen at Cheaper Than Therapy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-7198018125523541667?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7198018125523541667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=7198018125523541667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7198018125523541667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7198018125523541667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/brooklyns-new-b-shirt-lil-sis-meg-and.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRwzvOYYxzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RmfFBuE2CpE/s72-c/Brookie+Cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3973818057609900667</id><published>2008-11-09T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:57:28.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning is sooo Everything!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WE WON BABY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38-6&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;GO OWLS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great game and our boys played sooo good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will need to "bring it" next week as we play the #1 team in our conference, (we are #2) so we will have to get it together, fast!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of our boys in red hot action, these are some of my favs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and because this is MY blog and just cause I can...I have some pics of my son, he had an amazing game and played his little heart out!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nate caused a fumble and recovered it for our team...Then he sacked the quarterback....Blitz 'n Baby!!! His nickname is not Blitz Boy for nothing...hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReU9L8jTfI/AAAAAAAAATo/GJAKiwI-qyw/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReU9L8jTfI/AAAAAAAAATo/GJAKiwI-qyw/s320/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266842068132777458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Nate and Polk causing another quarterback sack!!! Yep he went down, hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReVodgeqnI/AAAAAAAAATw/VIBm7JGJmvA/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReVodgeqnI/AAAAAAAAATw/VIBm7JGJmvA/s320/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266842811581246066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Mr.Touchdown (aka Jordan) with one of his sweet entrances into the end-zone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReWfLRhArI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ehtU9O-n8Xk/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReWfLRhArI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ehtU9O-n8Xk/s320/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266843751579452082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one I can even believe I got, again Polk &amp;amp; Nate...Polk hits this guy and he looses the ball...see it in between their legs?? Then Nate grabs it, we got the ball back...Sweetness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReXd82a7-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tsbznk0IG4s/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReXd82a7-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tsbznk0IG4s/s320/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844830039470050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended on a very happy note....Our Coach, KP always has a kind word and a prayer together with BOTH teams and their coaches, parents, cheerleaders, etc...after&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; every&lt;/span&gt; game.&lt;br /&gt;I just had to have a sweet picture of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReY_Z9OY9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/H-6iazK2s7Q/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReY_Z9OY9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/H-6iazK2s7Q/s320/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266846504299946962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hang on, I'm a little verklempt,......&lt;br /&gt;talk amongst yourselves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a topic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moo Shu Chicken. &lt;br /&gt;There is not a Moo (cow) nor a shu (shoe) in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(one more moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I'm good,&lt;br /&gt;So if we win our next game we will go to the American Conference Championships...Woo-Whoo&lt;br /&gt;We hit the big time!!!&lt;br /&gt;So 3 practices this week and our game on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm on pins and needles....&lt;br /&gt;I need to up my checklist....&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to do some thinkin on this one...This is MAJOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, how else can I totally embarrass my son and hubby??&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions??? hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3973818057609900667?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3973818057609900667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3973818057609900667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3973818057609900667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3973818057609900667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/winning-is-sooo-everything.html' title='Winning is sooo Everything!!!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SReU9L8jTfI/AAAAAAAAATo/GJAKiwI-qyw/s72-c/Owls+Football+11-8-08+1st+round+of+playoffs+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3013762447270273656</id><published>2008-11-08T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:38:06.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Day Checklist</title><content type='html'>Our team has a game today....but not just any game people....&lt;br /&gt;A Playoff Football game!!! Woo-Whoo...&lt;br /&gt;This Momma is almost set....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Team Mom checklist:&lt;br /&gt;Camera (most important)   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owl shirt (gotta show som' love)   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field pass (only the best shots come from ON the field)    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blanket (it's a tad chilly, not to bad...but this is TX..you just never know) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Players parents numbers, cell numbers, and email address (just in case someone doesn't show up...KP gets really upset, I must have all numbers at ALL times!)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team sign (totally rippin the other team)   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window chalk for 'burban (Gotta have team spirit)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son's jersey, pads, gloves, helmet, towel, x-tra H2O..(cause ya know he'll forget something)   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter's Poms-poms, megaphone, bottle shaker...(again with the forgetting)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air horn (a total must, plus hubby hid it, but we won't go there right now... and I FOUND it!!!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm thinking I'm ready.....&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget something???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family...hee hee   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know the outcome as soon as we get home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby won't let me take the laptop to the game (arms crossed &amp;amp; pouting, SOOO not fair, dangit!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3013762447270273656?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3013762447270273656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3013762447270273656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3013762447270273656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3013762447270273656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/game-day-checklist.html' title='Game Day Checklist'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-4418503153887027763</id><published>2008-11-06T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:45:34.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brookie &amp;amp; Daddy at the pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRM3_8wGp6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/35FGah-bew4/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRM3_8wGp6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/35FGah-bew4/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265613961105418146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son in deep thought at half time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRM5ZcfbGcI/AAAAAAAAATY/MCpMGwcH6DY/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-01-08+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRM5ZcfbGcI/AAAAAAAAATY/MCpMGwcH6DY/s320/Owls+Football+11-01-08+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265615498633746882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Birthday boy Jeremy &amp;amp; sweet Janice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRM6AOaVGLI/AAAAAAAAATg/5UmdQfDspTc/s1600-h/Me,+Jeremy,+Janice+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRM6AOaVGLI/AAAAAAAAATg/5UmdQfDspTc/s320/Me,+Jeremy,+Janice+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265616164869183666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you've got kid issues???&lt;br /&gt;Try this Momma of 3, she's sooo funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to play thousand Words Thursday with us???&lt;br /&gt;Join Jen at &lt;a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheaper than therapy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-4418503153887027763?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/4418503153887027763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=4418503153887027763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4418503153887027763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4418503153887027763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/thousand-words-thursday.html' title='A Thousand Words Thursday'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRM3_8wGp6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/35FGah-bew4/s72-c/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-5523383118987254282</id><published>2008-11-03T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:27:09.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangsters, Alice, &amp; Nazi's....Oh my!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I miss you &lt;strong&gt;HALLOWEEN&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally heart you...You have got to be the best holiday ever...&lt;br /&gt;I mean I really have a sickness, I start planning my kids costumes in like May...&lt;br /&gt;Then it takes me 2-3 days to put out all my decorations...&lt;br /&gt;I have waaaay more Halloween decorations than the average "normal" Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the spooky, scary feel of the night...&lt;br /&gt;I mean really, when else can you be a total freak and no one cares???&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am that total freak...well not THIS year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to dress up with the kiddos and go treat or treating!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;But of course with me being a caught up in my own "Halloween moment" I didn't get pictures of everything or everyone I wanted..dangit!! I hate that...Oh well, there's always next year!&lt;br /&gt;Here's my little Alice in Wonderland...really only her 2nd year to "get" the whole treat o'treating thing down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8b6VAKYHI/AAAAAAAAASY/QKX3xyPw_SM/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-01-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264457178303586418" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8b6VAKYHI/AAAAAAAAASY/QKX3xyPw_SM/s320/Owls+Football+11-01-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Alice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRGjdlMgPBI/AAAAAAAAASo/JQW7Cbovto8/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-01-08+007+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRGjdlMgPBI/AAAAAAAAASo/JQW7Cbovto8/s320/Owls+Football+11-01-08+007+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265169167968910354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRIpqjcbjyI/AAAAAAAAATA/7d0TTJYtmDU/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-01-08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRIpqjcbjyI/AAAAAAAAATA/7d0TTJYtmDU/s320/Owls+Football+11-01-08+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265316725395263266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Katie as a "little girl" or as I like to call it...Saturday morning??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRIn0uxyxlI/AAAAAAAAASw/HtSwrd_UBGE/s1600-h/Owls+Football+11-01-08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRIn0uxyxlI/AAAAAAAAASw/HtSwrd_UBGE/s320/Owls+Football+11-01-08+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265314701213091410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls, Janice, and I went treat or treating, all the little guys went together with another dad to get goodies...Let's see we had the scream guy, fireman, vampire, and my stud, a gangster...Well you'll just have to imagine the boys. They left in such a hurry, I did not get one stinkin picture of them..&lt;br /&gt;But Notorious Nate did look a little like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRIqr6wBRkI/AAAAAAAAATI/8Q08azSRwwc/s1600-h/Nate+Gangster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SRIqr6wBRkI/AAAAAAAAATI/8Q08azSRwwc/s320/Nate+Gangster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265317848342939202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my hubby you ask...Marky Mark and sweet Janice's hubby, big K...Well they stayed on the front lawn &lt;s&gt;drinking excessively&lt;/s&gt; handing out candy to all the kids...&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had a really good pic of them, I can still see them too....Sitting in the front lawn in their chairs, handing out massive amounts of candy to toddlers who can't even chew yet!!! Awww, what a sweet pic...&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;We get back from T o'T with the girls and half the candy is GONE!!! I'm sorry but there is no need to give 5 pieces of candy to one child...Pleeeese.&lt;br /&gt;So I took over the candy duties,  so of course I freak out over the candy and I get a new title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new official title is Candy Nazi, not to be confused with the prior title of Prize Nazi...(hey it was a long day at the baseball festival and prizes needed to last!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ordered pizza and gave out (less) candy...made fun of a few very WT folks around these parts and laughed till it hurt, then had candy till our stomachs hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our sweet friends for letting us spend All Hallows Eve with you, it was sooo much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many more laughs and more candy we headed home, bloated and feeling 10 pounds heavier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kids were exhausted and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we all had candy hang over, bad!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus we had a big football game at 9:30, which means we HAVE to be at the field at 8:30...and noooo body wanted to get out of bed, but me of course. So what does this Momma do??? Blast AC/DC's Hells Bells all through the house at 7:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it worked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my most fav holiday of the year is over (sniff, sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, our football team made the playoffs so I have something to look forward too...&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, man there for a minute I thought all hope was lost...Whew, close one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now everyone is all hyped up about the next couple of  holidays...yea they are good too but,&lt;br /&gt;they will never be Halloween. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to hit the clearance racks and get me some more cool Halloween crap that I probably don't need but cannot live without!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't forget....&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st playoff football game is Saturday.....Woo-Whoo...Wish us luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Pee-Wee super bowl bound!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I really need help&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-5523383118987254282?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/5523383118987254282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=5523383118987254282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5523383118987254282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5523383118987254282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/gangsters-alice-nazisoh-my.html' title='Gangsters, Alice, &amp; Nazi&apos;s....Oh my!!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8b6VAKYHI/AAAAAAAAASY/QKX3xyPw_SM/s72-c/Owls+Football+11-01-08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3825613544551460005</id><published>2008-11-03T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:19:15.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The great "punkin" patch</title><content type='html'>Brooklyn and her pre-school class went to the pumpkin patch today (Thursday). They had some activities planned and each child got to take home a little pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8Pv-mTL8I/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264443806351306690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8Pv-mTL8I/AAAAAAAAARY/pEeYv4PpWTI/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute to watch her interact with her friends and teachers. She had a blast...They got to pick their own special pumpkin....Don't ya just LOVE that pose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8QV8TlfgI/AAAAAAAAARg/QEi0HLkZ4OI/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264444458570972674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8QV8TlfgI/AAAAAAAAARg/QEi0HLkZ4OI/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they decorated sugar cookies and had punch...Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8Q37g1H8I/AAAAAAAAARo/RpClfjfsB-o/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264445042473639874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8Q37g1H8I/AAAAAAAAARo/RpClfjfsB-o/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't resist this one of my cookie eating girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8RXYJEl6I/AAAAAAAAARw/EzKsOZwaiZY/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264445582734563234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8RXYJEl6I/AAAAAAAAARw/EzKsOZwaiZY/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brookie made an adorable picture frame to put that sweet photo in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8RzsHcuBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GmiFfA01X8o/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264446069132802066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8RzsHcuBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GmiFfA01X8o/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was story time, we all listened to a story about, you guessed it, pumpkins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8St7YBxZI/AAAAAAAAASA/h74Sgtl29zE/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264447069661283730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8St7YBxZI/AAAAAAAAASA/h74Sgtl29zE/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we got to pick out OUR favorite pumpkin to take home for Halloween... Brookie had some help looking for just the right one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8UPLX739I/AAAAAAAAASI/ycvhB7Jhg-c/s1600-h/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264448740403175378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8UPLX739I/AAAAAAAAASI/ycvhB7Jhg-c/s320/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I already picked the best "punk-in" in the whole patch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8UnLhGXhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/r0_m_ClSGFY/s1600-h/Brookie+and+Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264449152758472210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8UnLhGXhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/r0_m_ClSGFY/s320/Brookie+and+Mommy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just to bad that she's rotten!! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one more day till my most FAVORITE holiday ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN is tomorrow!!! Yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3825613544551460005?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3825613544551460005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3825613544551460005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3825613544551460005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3825613544551460005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-punkin-patch.html' title='The great &quot;punkin&quot; patch'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQ8Pv-mTL8I/AAAAAAAAARY/pEeYv4PpWTI/s72-c/Brooklyn%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+School+Party+10-30-08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-5810281860210213355</id><published>2008-10-26T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:52:33.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenagers..why did my sweet little girl have to become one?? WHY???</title><content type='html'>My daughter is a teen, yes the dreaded teen years are here, and I have no idea how we are gonna get through this whole "girl" teenager, I hate you!~I wish I was an only child!~Why can't I have those 6' heels for school?~Well that teacher hates me~Can I tan? thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY SCARY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and her friends before Nate's football practice...They are crazy girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQSrVtFr4BI/AAAAAAAAARI/yeucBQ9lhbE/s1600-h/October+fun+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261518654044626962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQSrVtFr4BI/AAAAAAAAARI/yeucBQ9lhbE/s320/October+fun+2008+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of many items related to K, 1st being she like boys...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, (growl, hiss, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;) then top that off with her &lt;s&gt;hateful mean little catty witches &lt;/s&gt;friends...plus that fact that I never see her without a phone glued to her ear...and well you've (being ME) have big issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just want to have ONE day where I don't have to fight with her on every single thing!!! Typical morning...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your hair is straight&lt;br /&gt;No, you cannot have my Chi&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can borrow some earrings...but I want them BOTH back!!!&lt;br /&gt;No, you may not wear those hooker heels to school&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that outfit matches, but no, your not wearing it&lt;br /&gt;Because I said so!!!&lt;br /&gt;K, take your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your makeup is pretty, yes it's fine...I am looking!!&lt;br /&gt;No, you cannot go to the football, volleyball, or whatever event is tonight! It's a school night.&lt;br /&gt;K, did you get your homework done??&lt;br /&gt;K, GET OFF THE PHONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;K, change the attitude young lady!!&lt;br /&gt;No, you are not going to (insert any friends name here) house to spend the night...it's a school night for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chrissake&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jeesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT??, you still have not done you homework??&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you have to do it at home! &lt;em&gt;hence the name "home" work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, study hall is not for doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you have to go to your brother's football practice tonight...&lt;em&gt;can't trust her to stay at home by herself (don't ask)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, NO!!! I said you were coming home after school, your not going anywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;K, get your backpack, and your progress report is on the counter&lt;br /&gt;More silence.&lt;br /&gt;K, ???&lt;br /&gt;K, you hear me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front door closing (I mean SLAMS) shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...O K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye honey...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have a great day.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, she's gone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm totally exhausted, and that's just before school!!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait till she gets home and it starts all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This teenager thing is ridiculous!! She cares about nothing and no one but herself....&lt;br /&gt;Plus she is totally clueless. She has no clue what so ever...Her and "street smarts" yea they've never met..It's not like I can teach her street smarts...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she could just get a bonk her in the head (like the V8 commercials) yea I think she could use a good bonk in the forehead, or even throw in a duh, every now and then. So she could see where she went wrong....if I could go back, knowing what I know now...whoa...I would do soooo many things differently...(but that my friends is a whole other post in itself)&lt;br /&gt;But of course she know everything,&lt;br /&gt;And I know NOTHING...&lt;br /&gt;(big sigh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this phase too, as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; many others, shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;But then, what's next? I'm kinda afraid to ask...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I hurry, I can stop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt; Cookie from growing into an awful teenage girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQS2j9KF22I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9eY9TF2wNuE/s1600-h/Brooke+the+pirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261530993504148322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQS2j9KF22I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9eY9TF2wNuE/s320/Brooke+the+pirate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's cell ringing.....&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's Tara....got a sec??&lt;br /&gt;I need Brooklyn to stay around 4 or 5...&lt;br /&gt;ummmm cause...I don't want her to become an evil teenager..&lt;br /&gt;Please...Please..Please let her stay little....&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER let her grow up...She's my baby...My last one..Keep her little for just a bit longer than usual, like foreve!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please???&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;No really...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but I am getting better, I was even on time for football yesterday...(smiling and looking so proud)&lt;br /&gt;What??&lt;br /&gt;Whaddya mean that doesn't count????&lt;br /&gt;Big K was happy...and when kp is happy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyone is happy!!&lt;br /&gt;No???? Really??&lt;br /&gt;oh man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oooookkkkkaaayyyy&lt;/span&gt; (giving in)&lt;br /&gt;Fine. She can grow up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dangit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you &lt;em&gt;HAVE&lt;/em&gt; to let her grow up, can we, say skip ages 12-17, please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, ya can't blame a Momma for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-5810281860210213355?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/5810281860210213355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=5810281860210213355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5810281860210213355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5810281860210213355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/10/teenagerswt.html' title='Teenagers..why did my sweet little girl have to become one?? WHY???'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SQSrVtFr4BI/AAAAAAAAARI/yeucBQ9lhbE/s72-c/October+fun+2008+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-8397850609999992775</id><published>2008-10-21T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:18:33.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out, I'm a football Mom!</title><content type='html'>Ahh yes....The weather is FINALLY where it needs to be for this time of year, the kids (oh, come on...who are we kidding...and ME TOO!!) are sooo excited about Halloween, and my son is playing on a winning football team!!!&lt;br /&gt;Woo-Whoo..there is just nothing better than watching your son and his friends totally shred the other team to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need help....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part is when K was a cheerleader, I totally despised football Moms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were completely insane.&lt;br /&gt;Yelling and screaming at the ref's, coaches, who ever...Constantly yelling over the cheerleaders...Dressing in all "football Momish" wear...Always had crap written all over their car windows...WTH??? They had the loudest air horn and used it repeatedly!!! Thought at least one boy on the other team was clipping her son in the backfield...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean, freakin nut cases!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, me and the other "cheer Moms" use to make sooo much fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh these Moms are waaay to serious about this...They are just kids...Pleeeez, it's just a game??? Why do they even keep score?? What's with this whole clipping in the backfield thing anyways?? What's the back field??? I mean hello, we have a life!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a witch, with a "B"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;s&gt;always&lt;/s&gt; never have my Football Momish shirt on, nor do I ever yell at the refs, that would be wrong... &lt;em&gt;and if they hear ya you can into trouble...&lt;/em&gt; So see I'm one of the calmer, sweeter, football Moms...Plus I'm team Mom...I have to set a good example for the "rookie" football Moms..&lt;em&gt;Wait does that mean I have actual power??? Cool..love the control thing!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywhoo, our football team is doing sooo good!!! In conference we are 4-0 sooo sweet, no losses...oh yea...we th' bomb...and since I have the most awesomest (just made that up)camera ever...I've got some killa shots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and teammates at half time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP64w96pGrI/AAAAAAAAARA/u0vnxjb4WyA/s1600-h/Owls+Football+10-18-08+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259844566209075890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP64w96pGrI/AAAAAAAAARA/u0vnxjb4WyA/s320/Owls+Football+10-18-08+146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever popular "wedge" play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6YFPfEFkI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JlrPP1bOyLQ/s1600-h/Owls+Football+10-18-08+345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808630638908994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6YFPfEFkI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JlrPP1bOyLQ/s320/Owls+Football+10-18-08+345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cannot believe I got this cool picture...I'm too good..hee hee &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6XP3F-ZJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/qYSM8GUx9MI/s1600-h/101808JoshuaMinor2_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259807713558160530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6XP3F-ZJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/qYSM8GUx9MI/s320/101808JoshuaMinor2_08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one too...All in the same game...Oh yea, I'm rocking with the new camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6XIr80zQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xtvLS1p29nk/s1600-h/101808JoshuaMinor2_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259807590307908866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6XIr80zQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xtvLS1p29nk/s320/101808JoshuaMinor2_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to find Jordan and it's so easy with his red cleats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6Wa6cDOmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Abf7kGdR0ro/s1600-h/101108JoshuaMinor2_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259806803922991714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6Wa6cDOmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Abf7kGdR0ro/s320/101108JoshuaMinor2_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favs!!! High 5's all the way down the field..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6WiEeLrOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z9H8htWyxTg/s1600-h/101108JoshuaMinor2_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259806926875372770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6WiEeLrOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z9H8htWyxTg/s320/101108JoshuaMinor2_09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? Like I wasn't gonna stick one of me in here...With my little homecoming Princess...Plus I get to show off my Photoshop skillz!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6W2J5d8QI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wbyrbQcIQgc/s1600-h/Momma+and+Brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259807271929377026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP6W2J5d8QI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wbyrbQcIQgc/s320/Momma+and+Brooklyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in case you have girls or know someone who does...let this be your warning....cause at one point or another you will cross our path...Whether you want to or not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the rules....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dis the physco pee-wee football Moms!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hear everything!!! We will find out....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the game, don't even try to talk to us, unless it's about the play....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know our football inside and out &amp;amp; we even know your stinkin cheers....&lt;em&gt;(tongue sticking out)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can be just as chatty and we love to gossip, just not when our son is carrying the ball into the end zone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask 5 billion questions about who's winning?? What quarter is it?? How long is this game??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shut. up. already!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And remember.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be nice, kind, courteous, polite, super sweet, praise our sons, and we will leave you alone..... cause really, we don't even like you anyways.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus we will so kick your ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, of course.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-8397850609999992775?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/8397850609999992775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=8397850609999992775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/8397850609999992775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/8397850609999992775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/10/watch-out-im-football-mom.html' title='Watch out, I&apos;m a football Mom!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SP64w96pGrI/AAAAAAAAARA/u0vnxjb4WyA/s72-c/Owls+Football+10-18-08+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-7597055683534506485</id><published>2008-10-19T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:33:42.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag your it...oh wait that's me!!!</title><content type='html'>I got tagged!!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel so official..&lt;br /&gt;Wow...little me.... tagged, and I didn't get you anything Sha-Sha...&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, this is just so unexpected...&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you a little som'somthin after my "official tagalicious" post....&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here are my answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 YEARS AGO I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Was engaged to the man of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;2. Was working full time&lt;br /&gt;3. I was living at home&lt;br /&gt;4. Bought my 1st NEW car, Chevy Cavalier Coupe&lt;br /&gt;5. Got my 1st (and last) tattoo..daisy on my foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS ON TODAY'S TO DO LIST...&lt;br /&gt;1. Laundry&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to birthday party&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch Cowboys game&lt;br /&gt;4. Dinner plans this evening (another b-day party)&lt;br /&gt;5. Get a hot stone massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE A MILLIONAIRE...&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay off &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; bill I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;2. Take family &amp;amp; friends on a much needed vacation, around the world&lt;br /&gt;3. Save for kids' future...cars, college, weddings, houses..etc&lt;br /&gt;4. Build our pee-wee football association a big ole' stadium with turf&lt;br /&gt;5. Have my own Gymboree store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 PLACES I HAVE LIVED...&lt;br /&gt;1. Vincennes, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;2. Lancaster, Texas&lt;br /&gt;3. Ft.Worth, Texas&lt;br /&gt;4. Conroe, Texas&lt;br /&gt;5. Burleson, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 JOBS I HAVE HAD...&lt;br /&gt;1. Check in girl at tanning salon...best job ever!!! (I tanned for free)&lt;br /&gt;2. Model for John Robert Powers (many different jobs)&lt;br /&gt;3. Nail tech (and yes I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; a license)&lt;br /&gt;4. Assistant Manager at Apartment Complex&lt;br /&gt;5. Mommy (in case you need clarification....chef, maid, laundry expert, taxi&lt;br /&gt;driver, nurse, therapist, teacher, personal shopper, oh yea and ATM machine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...my brain hurts, that was waaay to much thinking for a Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow to tell you about the AWESOME football game my son played on Saturday...I got SUPER pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so like do I &lt;em&gt;HAVE&lt;/em&gt; to play this goofy tag game for real???&lt;br /&gt;I hate tag...way to much running!!! hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-7597055683534506485?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7597055683534506485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=7597055683534506485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7597055683534506485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7597055683534506485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-your-itoh-wait-thats-me.html' title='Tag your it...oh wait that&apos;s me!!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3200999337930478307</id><published>2008-10-16T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:48:25.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason why I heart cooler weather</title><content type='html'>I totally heart this cooler weather!!!&lt;br /&gt;Living in the lone star state you really don't see a lot of temps in the 60's, let alone 57 degrees (temp this morning) so you have to enjoy it while it lasts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause tomorrow it could totally be 86 again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cooler weather seems to signify a few things of love for me and I want to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TIME FOR JEANS!!! I'm soo ready to wear denim that doesn't stop at my knees or calf!! No more shorts for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdYoblAIzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AFltsKU8qX0/s1600-h/V258338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257768541599310642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdYoblAIzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AFltsKU8qX0/s320/V258338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. BOOTS!!! Tall, short, chunky, spiked..whatever...Bonus*** Wearing socks!!! Yea no more keepin up with the whole bare feet must look perfectly manicured thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdZE8uvcjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GDB4qsJPR-o/s1600-h/a_these_women_and_their_boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257769031534866994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdZE8uvcjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GDB4qsJPR-o/s320/a_these_women_and_their_boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HALLOWEEN!!!! Woo-Whoo...As most of my friends already know, I totally heart Halloween, almost to much. I actually have more Halloween decorations than Christmas. I just love pumpkin patches, shopping for costumes, (&lt;em&gt;which I started looking in like July..I know I know it's a sickness &lt;/em&gt;!!) buying more decorations..(&lt;em&gt; shhh hubby need not know&lt;/em&gt;) I just heart the whole stinkin thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdZ3Ly__ZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BTwFO7BHkOE/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257769894572719506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdZ3Ly__ZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BTwFO7BHkOE/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. FOOTBALL!!! Football needs to be enjoyed in 50-60 degree weather not 115!!! Can I just say how much I totally &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; to watch football with sweat running down my back and into the crack of my ass!!! That just ain't right....it's way to freak hot in September to enjoy a good football game...ahhhh so when the weather gets cooler it's on, like Donkey Kong!!! So bring me a stadium blanket and some hot cocoa...yummy!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdYyjex5GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0E0-zI2_JUU/s1600-h/I_LOVE_FOOTBALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257768715519386722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdYyjex5GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0E0-zI2_JUU/s320/I_LOVE_FOOTBALL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. THE STATE FAIR!!! &lt;em&gt;(must live in Texas to fully appreciate this&lt;/em&gt;) Ok so I haven't been in like 2 years (&lt;em&gt;member Sha-Sha?? &lt;/em&gt;) but it's sooooo much fun and soooooo expensive that you can only go like every 2-3 years...So maybe next year... Plus I still waiting on the fried foods contest to make something that actually &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; good...No fried Twinkies, Cokes, or Oreos for me....but hey, to each his own right?? But I still love it and I do kinda miss Big Tex!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdY5xzZIvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uallmuHdtNs/s1600-h/2faae922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257768839623025394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdY5xzZIvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uallmuHdtNs/s320/2faae922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know these are all lame excuses to blog today...but at least I put forth the effort... and I didn't have 18 pics to fill it up with, just me rambling on...as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3200999337930478307?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3200999337930478307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3200999337930478307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3200999337930478307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3200999337930478307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/10/reason-why-i-heart-cooler-weather.html' title='Reason why I heart cooler weather'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SPdYoblAIzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AFltsKU8qX0/s72-c/V258338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-7508010941831933504</id><published>2008-10-03T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:30:17.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I say all birthdays after 29 don't count, ya with me??</title><content type='html'>Ok sooo my birthday was LAST Friday and I'm a week late on posting, I'm aware and I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;So let's just pretend that it's last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******Insert cheesy Wayne's World music, &lt;em&gt;Oh Dream Weaver&lt;/em&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today (wink, wink)&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful, sweet, hardworking, and very talented (oh yeah I forgot smart, fun loving, sexy, and sweet) husband got me this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObP-I24NbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VLtEdTpQop8/s1600-h/Tara%27s+Birthday+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253114681810761138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObP-I24NbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VLtEdTpQop8/s320/Tara%27s+Birthday+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHH!!! Yes people it's a new Nikon D40 camera!!! &lt;em&gt;"Schwing!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sooo excited!!! I'm gonna get the best pictures!!! OMG total happiness overload!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Marky you are the bestest (just made that up) hubby ever!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you sooo much...Thank you Thank you Thank you!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kiddos got me a Italian Creme cake...(oh my goodness it was good) and 2 books, one on dreams and one all about the year I was born, &lt;em&gt;"Are you mental?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG SIGH. (little sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight (wink, wink) a bunch of us went to eat at Saltgrass steakhouse...it's sooo yummy!!! It was great to be with my friends and my &lt;s&gt;younger, kid-less, no responsibilities what.so.ever.&lt;/s&gt; brother. Gee, Justy what do you do with all your free time &amp;amp; money?? Oh you go on vacations, take weekend getaways, spend money on impulse buys...oh sounds totally boring...&lt;em&gt;"Chyeah, right."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any-whoo we had a good dinner and even better drinks...So now we get to the best part, presents people!!! I LOVE presents..give 'em, get 'em whatever.....I already had the "Nikon" so anything else was just icing on the cake.... I got new P.J's, Sex in the City DVD, gifts cards, jewelry, and an new iron cross for my wall...I HEART everything!!! &lt;em&gt;"I'm not worthy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and Janice, (my BFF) before drinks and dinner..Just checking out my new camera....So excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObUm8D1I6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/S9IsKXe1hfk/s1600-h/1st+set+of+Pics+from+the+Nikon+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253119780796572578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObUm8D1I6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/S9IsKXe1hfk/s320/1st+set+of+Pics+from+the+Nikon+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Janice wanted to see "the Nikon" &amp;amp; take a pic, &lt;em&gt;Ex-squeeze me?..... &lt;/em&gt;soooo I let her. Here's me and &lt;s&gt;Grizzly Adams&lt;/s&gt; my bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObVEM9lbZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wFt3QI7cYtY/s1600-h/Justy+%26+me+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253120283549986194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObVEM9lbZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wFt3QI7cYtY/s320/Justy+%26+me+Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner most of us got together outside for a cute picture &lt;em&gt;"Excellent!"&lt;/em&gt; My bro, Nat (his girlfriend), KP (football coach &amp;amp; Janice's hubby) Janice, me and my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObW2FmMapI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aNsM1MEDHZY/s1600-h/Everyone+outside+my+B-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253122240077916818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObW2FmMapI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aNsM1MEDHZY/s320/Everyone+outside+my+B-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I had to put this one in of me and Marky...Just cause I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObjDAPsUHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Fyn61_9tvzY/s1600-h/Me+and+Marky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObjDAPsUHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Fyn61_9tvzY/s320/Me+and+Marky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253135656119193714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful birthday, KP &amp;amp; Janice went back to our house to get the kids...Mother-in-law had them...(I'll have to reprogram them later) The boys have a football game in the morning, so we all have to get up early and get the boys, Brookie, &amp;amp; me to the game...(we won 30-0 heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******Insert reality here, &lt;em&gt;"Good call"&lt;/em&gt; ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the b-day wishes, cards, and presents from all my sweet friends and family...yes little bro, even you...It was an awesome day, but now I have to get ready for this week's football game, do laundry, get kids to bed, and plan Nate's Birthday. Whooo.....&lt;em&gt;"I think I'm gonna hurl!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true what they say,&lt;br /&gt;"there just is no rest for the wicked...ta hee hee!!" &lt;em&gt;"...NOT!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-7508010941831933504?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7508010941831933504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=7508010941831933504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7508010941831933504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7508010941831933504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-say-all-birthdays-after-29-dont-count.html' title='I say all birthdays after 29 don&apos;t count, ya with me??'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SObP-I24NbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VLtEdTpQop8/s72-c/Tara%27s+Birthday+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-2775610127547265245</id><published>2008-09-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:56:02.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The doctor is not always a doctor....</title><content type='html'>We had a super busy weekend here at Drama central...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet friend Janice celebrated her birthday on Friday, so we all met at Uncle Julio's for some yummy Mexican food....and maybe, just maybe some swirls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNe3a9MdoJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zS28GsFPlwQ/s1600-h/Nathan%27s+Football+Game+9-20+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248865564454920338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNe3a9MdoJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zS28GsFPlwQ/s320/Nathan%27s+Football+Game+9-20+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh who are we kidding, of course we'll have a swirl..or 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfWjqGMvCI/AAAAAAAAALs/F_FSFsugPdo/s1600-h/Swirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248899798807657506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfWjqGMvCI/AAAAAAAAALs/F_FSFsugPdo/s320/Swirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Mis and I gave Janice tickets to the Mavericks/Suns game in December...Cause she totally loves her some Steve Nash...So all three of us are going to the game with her. Yea!!! We are all sooo excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfMXPt2y-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/lNPz5K6hixY/s1600-h/The+present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248888590451526626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfMXPt2y-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/lNPz5K6hixY/s320/The+present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did take all the kiddos to eat...We had lots of fun, the kids...Ummm not so much...They wanted to text and ignore all of us adults at the other end of the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfOHJH2API/AAAAAAAAAK0/sHO5er--4uY/s1600-h/kids+at+the+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248890512826826994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfOHJH2API/AAAAAAAAAK0/sHO5er--4uY/s320/kids+at+the+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 2 swirls and some super tasty food we all needed some air and decided to pose for some pics...We are so very cool, ya know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "ultimate teenager" pose...We do it so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfO5KO7qCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W75B76HscHo/s1600-h/Nathan%27s+Football+Game+9-20+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248891372118452258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfO5KO7qCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W75B76HscHo/s320/Nathan%27s+Football+Game+9-20+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; K does this is all her photos..WTH?? It looks retarded. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfPY4oUwMI/AAAAAAAAALE/iClCZKwqtIU/s1600-h/Tara+kiss+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248891917148930242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfPY4oUwMI/AAAAAAAAALE/iClCZKwqtIU/s320/Tara+kiss+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we all had our swirl fix and now it's time for cake, so we all headed to Janice &amp;amp; KP's house...After one last "girl" pic...I promise KP and JB (The husbands, mine... I'll give ya 3 guesses where??)were there, just not picture worthy..J/K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfP_dbeikI/AAAAAAAAALM/dIeb2FC4OFo/s1600-h/The+girls+at+Uncle+Julio%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248892579862186562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfP_dbeikI/AAAAAAAAALM/dIeb2FC4OFo/s320/The+girls+at+Uncle+Julio%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So after we get to Janice's house, KP gets out the cake he had someone from his work make for her...Now keep in mind, he has not looked at this cake, and Janice is a NURSE at a Doctor's Office....heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfRQAJuwrI/AAAAAAAAALU/sYS2iXwLfOQ/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248893963572527794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfRQAJuwrI/AAAAAAAAALU/sYS2iXwLfOQ/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG!!! I don't know if it was the swirls or what but we laughed our butts off!!! We got sooo tickled at that cake...Look closely it has little "scrap-booking stickers" all over it...hahaha, We totally loved this. "The Doctor is always in." &lt;em&gt;Laughing in my head, while typing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfR3yk3-ZI/AAAAAAAAALc/eojQLcPRlRQ/s1600-h/Nathan%27s+Football+Game+9-20+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248894647123048850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfR3yk3-ZI/AAAAAAAAALc/eojQLcPRlRQ/s320/Nathan%27s+Football+Game+9-20+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hilarious!!!! I'm sorry KP...but it was too funny. I'll give ya this, you did &lt;s&gt;make a small attempt&lt;/s&gt; try to get her something nice, E for effort??(don't judge me, I acknowledge he made an effort) It was a really good cake too!!! (See, I can be sweet...&lt;em&gt;can't control laughing...must yell out loud, going to go hysterical!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfTLxTPm4I/AAAAAAAAALk/-CIwsHqFO4E/s1600-h/Nathan%27s+Football+Game+9-20+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248896089889676162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNfTLxTPm4I/AAAAAAAAALk/-CIwsHqFO4E/s320/Nathan%27s+Football+Game+9-20+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh well....&lt;em&gt; Man, I'm so tired from all that laughing again...&lt;/em&gt; Maybe it's one of those, "You just had to be there" moments?? No, really...people, It. Was. FUNNY!!!! Jeez, get a grip...&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast and it was time to go home...I mean we have a football game in the morning. I've got to get my crew in gear. So we all got ready to leave and had to have one more laugh for the road!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Dr. Janice, I hope you had a wonderful day, it was a great party!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What, Dr. Janice?? You want to do it again next weekend for mine?? SCORE!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your on...but can you please order my cake, not KP...Who knows what I'd end up with...Ok, thanks!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-2775610127547265245?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/2775610127547265245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=2775610127547265245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2775610127547265245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2775610127547265245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/09/doctor-is-not-always-doctor.html' title='The doctor is not always a doctor....'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SNe3a9MdoJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zS28GsFPlwQ/s72-c/Nathan%27s+Football+Game+9-20+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-7425717284499943280</id><published>2008-09-06T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:49:56.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice, Pep Rallys, and Football Games....</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh the story of my life...&lt;br /&gt;We go to practice 3 times a week, pep rally on Thursday and games on Saturday...But I love it and for the most part the kiddos love it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some cute pics of "B" at her 1st pep rally and at the games. Nate was being a totally stinker and I didn't get any of him at the game. Plus I'm helping coach the cheerleaders and I miss some important picture taking moments!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg and Brooke cheering together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMRiaxNBxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tm8QEEMUbRo/s1600-h/Brooklyn+cheer-Pep+Rallys+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243053674188310290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMRiaxNBxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tm8QEEMUbRo/s320/Brooklyn+cheer-Pep+Rallys+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the cute girlys cheering for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMSQVX4nJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hzcyDHLh_aM/s1600-h/Peprally+Brookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243054463013919890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMSQVX4nJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hzcyDHLh_aM/s320/Peprally+Brookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is at her very 1st football game....It was sooo hot and she did really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMS9WzJVVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CDE_5kMHl18/s1600-h/Brooklyn+cheer-Pep+Rallys+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243055236490810706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMS9WzJVVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CDE_5kMHl18/s320/Brooklyn+cheer-Pep+Rallys+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute and don't ya just love the tat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMTVDYIBcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yQG3AZf6pNA/s1600-h/Brooklyn+cheer-Pep+Rallys+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243055643594065346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMTVDYIBcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yQG3AZf6pNA/s320/Brooklyn+cheer-Pep+Rallys+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my son (laying on the ground) at the pep rally with his team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great way to support and watch your little sister Nate!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMUpfDb9lI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NKZLmaqkgMs/s1600-h/Nate+and+Mitchell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243057094132495954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMUpfDb9lI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NKZLmaqkgMs/s320/Nate+and+Mitchell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea...that's my life, at least until November.&lt;br /&gt;We did play a great game today and won, 0-6...and I got another mean retarded sunburn...Woo-whoo that's two weeks in a row...Soon my whole left side will be tan. I guess next week I'll stand facing the bleachers and try to even myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-7425717284499943280?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7425717284499943280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=7425717284499943280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7425717284499943280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/7425717284499943280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/09/practice-pep-rallys-and-football-games.html' title='Practice, Pep Rallys, and Football Games....'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SMMRiaxNBxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tm8QEEMUbRo/s72-c/Brooklyn+cheer-Pep+Rallys+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-2711535640624366017</id><published>2008-09-04T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:43:03.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school, sickness, &amp; a mean sunburn</title><content type='html'>Can I just say our school year did not start off on the right foot, or any foot for that matter...ugh...&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night (before school was to start the next day) Brookie started running a fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay okay I got this, one kid feeling kinda bad, running little fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;One is waaaaaaay better than three.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B ran a fever all night and was just feeling like poo...So I go to wake Nate up for school and, you guessed it, he has a FEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like 103.7 fever...Holy cow!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got 2 sick kiddos at home and both have to miss their 1st day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how funny life is sometimes. As much as I was looking forward to this day and all it's glory, it was a total mess!!!&lt;br /&gt;B was sick in the night, a couple of times...N just wanted to sleep all day and I just wanted to cry.....&lt;br /&gt;I called the Dr's office and of course it was all viral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great that means everyone will get it!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course everyone did not get it, only Mom...&lt;br /&gt;I was sick as a dog by Thursday, good thing I gave up that whole P.*.O thing...right Trace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Mark got home Friday cause I was still feeling like poo, and we all needed some Daddy love...he'd been gone 2 whole weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by Friday night I was better and everyone was finally back on track...&lt;br /&gt;Dang good thing too as Nate &amp;amp; Brooke had their first football game on Saturday morning....and this football/cheer lovin Momma was not gonna miss that if you had to wheel me in on a gurney...Which after almost 3 hours in this Texas heat I could of used one...At least I got some sun...well one side did...yep sportin the every popular retard sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know when only 2 inches of one arm is red, half of your neck, and then your face has beautiful white circles from your sunglasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pictures, please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo we are all kinda back into the whole grove of things.&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures and a wealth of info on our 1st football game, I'll get it going soon....&lt;br /&gt;I promise to get blogging more....Just as soon as my life calms down...&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, when will that be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 2022....Oh boy, can hardly wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-2711535640624366017?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/2711535640624366017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=2711535640624366017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2711535640624366017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2711535640624366017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-sickness-mean-sunburn.html' title='school, sickness, &amp; a mean sunburn'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3861345912677741793</id><published>2008-08-21T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:56:39.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Monday, it will be alright....</title><content type='html'>School starts on Monday!!! Can I get a whoop whoop???&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea oh yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/happy%20dance/jalbarron/happy20dance.gif?o=110" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj5/jalbarron/happy20dance.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo super excited to have ME all to myself again!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll have time to do all the things I didn't do this summer...like ummm,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...clean my house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH, as much as I dislike house cleaning it has to be done...&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately. But let's face it...Who else is gonna do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, who?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is, when I finish one room and go to the next one, the 1st room will still be clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's so nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus all the peace and quite (well on Mon, Wed, &amp;amp; Fri....while Brookie Cookie is in pre-k) and speaking of the whole preschool thing, I love the idea, 100%. Well it's not free, but you can't put a price on your sanity...&lt;em&gt;right??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my friends Monday will be the best day ever!!! Now next year at this time, when my baby girl goes to actual Kindergarten, that will be a different story. I'm sure I'll be sad, cry hysterically, need meds, and all that but for right now, Pre-k is awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's all the peeps when we got our pics taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SK23wFyVX1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/RGEiYkAujgE/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237043978516651858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SK23wFyVX1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/RGEiYkAujgE/s320/Family+Pictures+2008+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this...it's just an example of my everyday, no really it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SK24JoyD5FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/byLKzFXwA-c/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237044417407476818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SK24JoyD5FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/byLKzFXwA-c/s320/Family+Pictures+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl's 4 year old picture..(*sniff*) She was told not to grow, she never listens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SK25N7x58BI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bWmgH5otjPg/s1600-h/Brookie+Cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237045590738202642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SK25N7x58BI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bWmgH5otjPg/s320/Brookie+Cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we venture to "meet the teacher" at Nate's school, then off to Brooke's school to meet her teacher. No meet &amp;amp; greet for Katiee though....Ummmm I guess they figure 8th graders really don't have to meet their teachers, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-whoo I'm off to make sure we have all the required essentials for school. I'm so looking forward to Monday and all it's glory!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what in the heck will I do on Tuesday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3861345912677741793?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3861345912677741793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3861345912677741793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3861345912677741793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3861345912677741793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/08/come-monday-it-will-be-alright.html' title='Come Monday, it will be alright....'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SK23wFyVX1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/RGEiYkAujgE/s72-c/Family+Pictures+2008+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3379218532316282857</id><published>2008-08-16T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T02:05:17.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, I 'm here all week. You do have A/C right??</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a rough couple of weeks for us here at Drama central....&lt;br /&gt;To all my bloggin buddies, I am so sorry you have not had your daily dose of Drama...but I needed to be heavily medicated for a few days!!!&lt;br /&gt;We, here at mission control, have had a few things happening in the past couple of weeks to occupy what little time I have to myself..."what things?" you ask?? Well, here's a run down...&lt;br /&gt;football practice- 4 nights a week with N&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading practice -3 nights a week with B&lt;br /&gt;school shopping - seems like a daily thing with K&lt;br /&gt;registration at 2 schools - took 2 days plus a trip to the Dr's office (physical for K)&lt;br /&gt;small crisis with hubby - he's trying to quit smoking....&lt;em&gt;great week to start honey!!! Yippiee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then to top it all off I had my family in town, for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Normal run of the mill family visits...Well sure, for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this is ME we are talking about!!! The crap gonna hit the fan!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom, her friend, my aunt, and her daughter (who is 17) all came to visit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, fun times, right?? Now, how many people are coming to stay at MY house???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's see that's 5 for my family + Mom &amp;amp; friend= 7. OK, then add my Aunt and her daughter...hmmmm that makes 9...freakin NINE people in my house...OMG!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I miss my Mom so much and I only get to see her 2-3 times a year and I LOVE to spend time with her. So hey I'll take the good with the bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean how rough can it be, right???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my hubby picked this week to stop smoking...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he is taking the stop smoking pill....ya know the one where people taking this drug are having nightmares, depression, killing themselves, and their spouses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe it's the spouse killing the person taking the stop smoking pills?? Hmmm I shall ponder that one... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sorry for me now aren't ya??? Just wait, it gets better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got all this &lt;s&gt;crap&lt;/s&gt; on my plate, plus my family is in town, and my Mom wants pictures taken of my family, and her, and my brother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great Mom...ummm do you think you can tell hubby for me??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks..I'm sure he'll be thrilled...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can handle all this right??...Got it covered...&lt;br /&gt;But then their are my children, they have turned into evil little trolls....No really!!! They totally transformed before my eyes. They were big ole' brats while my family was here, and waaaay more bratty than usual.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's like they forgot I even existed. They wouldn't listen to me, they did whatever they wanted to. That is just so unlike my children to misbehave. (&lt;em&gt;cough, laugh, clear throat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;orry almost made it through that sentence....I mean for them to act like that, in front of my Mom...ohhhh it was utter chaos, like never before...and trust me, we have chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course my Mother didn't help any with her, oh that's just payback...hahaha...payin for your raising..(very sarcastic) ha. ha. ha. I. can't. stop. laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, to add to my fun, my youngest (who is 4) has started drinking "toffeee" (coffee) with my mother, every morning...With of course 1/2 cup of sugar and milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gee Mom, when I was little and I wanted coffee you said it was bad for me....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday night, we had dinner at our house with everyone....&lt;em&gt;I mean everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother came over, plus my in-laws and all the dang kids. So after dinner we were all getting tired and we were doing the whole picture thing tomorrow...But I was so proud of myself. I did great, the hostess with the most-tess...bring it on, I've got this....I'm cool...no prob's here....I can handle whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ummm I needed to stop at great, but nooooo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel a little warmer than normal...but hey we've had the oven on...I've been cooking and cleaning with Mom, and gosh we had like 15 people here tonight...&lt;br /&gt;"Hey hubby can you turn the A/C down, I'm hot"&lt;br /&gt;Then he says it's 79 degrees in the house...&lt;br /&gt;"What?? Is it set on 79?"&lt;br /&gt;Hubby says no it's set on 75. Let me go look at the unit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, this is fixin to get really bad....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes in from looking at the A/C...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our A/C unit quit on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few choice words from me...&lt;br /&gt;***** ___%*(*&amp;amp;%$#%#$&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*#$%&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;and a few from hubby&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;#$;@&amp;amp;____*(&amp;amp;(&amp;amp;*($@(*)(*))@@^^&amp;amp;**&lt;br /&gt;a few more from hubby and a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;#$%$#$%%*((*))&amp;amp;*%$###!!&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank goodness the kids are watching a movie in surround sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of chairs in the backyard are thrown&lt;br /&gt;more choice words and another cigarette&lt;br /&gt;#$%&amp;amp;**((*&amp;amp;$@$#&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;*+*&lt;br /&gt;A few things in the garage get thrown/broken/whatever&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the whole stop smoking taking meds that make him want to kill me thing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea, ummm not going so well....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the A/C quit, totally stopped working.&lt;br /&gt;No 2 weeks notice, no, "can I get a few days off?". Nothing. The fan wouldn't even work. Just up and quit. So you can imagine what happened next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually in HELL... &lt;em&gt;Saw the flames and everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep breath....calm down, don't get mad you'll just get hotter....OK now, let me get myself together here....thinking slowly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mom. &lt;em&gt;still here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's friend. &lt;em&gt;still here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby. &lt;em&gt;mega anger issues &amp;amp; still takin meds (still smoking too) stay far, far away for own safety&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids. &lt;em&gt;tired, can't sleep, super crabby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-laws. &lt;em&gt;gone (whew) dodge a bullet there, all she needs is more reasons to fault me....as this would had been totally my fault...she'd found a way...trust me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother. g&lt;em&gt;one. good. cannot pick on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. &lt;em&gt;(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;Well how do you type the exact moment when you have a total meltdown???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG it was so unbelievably hot in our house that I thought we were all going to burst into flames over night. Texas is really not known for having cool August nights so we had no chance of it getting any cooler. That was for sure was the longest, hottest (and not in a good way) night of my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;But we survived (how I have no idea) and we went to get our family pictures taken with my Mom and brother the next day. Heck, I just wanted to go anywhere that had a workin A/C unit. Didn't really care where it was.&lt;br /&gt;But we got it fixed, something minor&lt;em&gt;...I have no idea what it was&lt;/em&gt;...but it did take all evening to get cooled down.....but I was sooo not complaining it was way better than 98....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plus moody butt (aka hubby) is still smoking...I think the whole "meds" thing is to STOP from smoking, but I'm not saying a word!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then Mom left the next day to go back to her normal life up north and we went back to our sorta, kinda, in a way, but not really, normal life. This week was better, well maybe not a lot better than last week but definitely cooler...&lt;br /&gt;So now what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got football &amp;amp; cheer practice all week (sigh) &lt;em&gt;Great what's B gonna say this week???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to do laundry (sigh)&lt;em&gt; hate stupid laundry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My mom's gone back up north to her house (sigh) &lt;em&gt;Wow,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mom did a lot of my laundry while she was here...(sigh)Wish she was still here.....(&lt;/em&gt;bigger more longer sigh) &lt;em&gt;hate stupid laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's gone back to work, in East Texas&lt;em&gt; (&lt;/em&gt;sigh)&lt;em&gt; bet he still smoking...at least he's off those horrible meds...Man, he was moody...wonder if he's back to smoking like a freight train or just a chimney??? Oh well at least now I have plenty of time to learn about emphysema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(another long sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I guess it's just me and the trolls...&lt;br /&gt;and they better mind me or else...no toffeee!!!&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/262/856D56A96E32A2C8B2E2A5D76AEC58D1.png" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3379218532316282857?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3379218532316282857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3379218532316282857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3379218532316282857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3379218532316282857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-it-has-been-rough-couple-of-weeks.html' title='Thanks, I &apos;m here all week. You do have A/C right??'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-1816406082042783466</id><published>2008-08-05T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:37:34.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She said WHAT???</title><content type='html'>Last Friday started Nate's football practice!!! Woo-hoo...I'm so freakin excited I can hardly wait till our 1st game on Aug 30th!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in football Mom heaven!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always cracked up at these crazy, loud, kinda scary pee-wee football Mom's. When Katie was a pee-wee cheerleader, I always saw them and thought they were nuts!&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm proud to say I am a crazy, loud, and (yea if you jack with my son) very scary pee-wee football Mom!!! Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;So practice started last Friday and we will have practice 4 times a week until school starts, and yea it's hot....no, no, it's unbelievable hot. Like I wanna move to Alaska hot. But all of us football Mommas hang out together and talk. We get water, wipe faces, fix shoulder pads, and try to pretend it's not our babies out there hitting each other.&lt;br /&gt;So we are hanging out and sure enough I get into trouble...I know, I know,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;It just finds me...&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for it...&lt;br /&gt;It just happens...&lt;br /&gt;My sweet, innocent, angelic daughter Brookie was playing and talking with her little friends. My son's friends are all on this team, so that means all of his friends' Mommas are on there too. So Mrs. M (who also happens to be my son's teacher from last year) came to sit by us. She wanted Brookie to come sit by her and talk. B just loves Mrs. M and went over to her to chat...Well then Mrs. M turns around with a horrid look on her face and she says&lt;br /&gt;"Did you hear want she said?" &lt;em&gt;Oh crap, what now???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and two of my other friends were sitting there and about 15 other Moms are within earshot....&lt;br /&gt;So (very quietly) I was like "no, what did she say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, please, let it be that she loves her more than candy!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. M said she asked Brooke how her new little sweet puppy was doing and my daughter says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That dam dog is pooping all over our house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the roar of laughter drowned out my plea's for help from above....Great, what a wonderful way to introduce myself to the new football Mom's. And it gets better, our football coach has appointed me (I did not volunteer) as team Mom, so I get to stand up on Friday and talk to all these Mom's and Dad's about our upcoming season...I can hear the whispers now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooooooh that's the Mom who cannot keep her mouth shut...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, I heard she lets her kids cuss!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well IMO she is a bad influence on our kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a great season!!! I get to see these people all week...&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; times a week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn!&lt;/em&gt; ....oops where's B???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/224/8A391AF723F5825C1C742919A98B3DA2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-1816406082042783466?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/1816406082042783466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=1816406082042783466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/1816406082042783466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/1816406082042783466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-said-what.html' title='She said WHAT???'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-2582564572223699638</id><published>2008-07-25T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:07:15.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Harbor</title><content type='html'>The Drama team and some close friends all headed to HH last weekend. We took all of the kiddos and their friends, I know what your thinking weak moment, right?? Well it is summer, and they are driving me nuts...so what are ya gonna do???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoGMDT4b9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/89OFmkwwvSE/s1600-h/HH+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226997121633775570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoGMDT4b9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/89OFmkwwvSE/s320/HH+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sooo much fun, and the kids really loved it. I left Miss "B" with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa so Momma could have some fun too. So we get there and of course it's packed!!! People were everywhere and of course there were no chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIn_FvUiHWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tS23Gkof-Yk/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226989316607188322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIn_FvUiHWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tS23Gkof-Yk/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we made the best of it and settled in at Boogie Beach...The boys of course wanted to boogie board and surf. Here are my boys waiting in line, trying to get some ideas about how they are going to do this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoA936oZrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Te1EWs6fcaw/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991380498769586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoA936oZrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Te1EWs6fcaw/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N totally wiped out on his board, I even missed getting a picture of him... Then Dad thought he was going to "ride the wave" too...yeah well he went up and then down so fast I missed him, all you can see is his feet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIn_tyz8WDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DcSvNFwf5TE/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226990004739004466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIn_tyz8WDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DcSvNFwf5TE/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he tried again and well this is were he ended up...that's OK baby your my surf hero!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoBgtE85zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nmAxYtS-6MQ/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991978884687666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoBgtE85zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nmAxYtS-6MQ/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after this the kids (and Daddy) starting getting brave and decided to ride this...Yea, they are crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoB80a0KHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Tinbprqv8NQ/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226992461891774578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoB80a0KHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Tinbprqv8NQ/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's K staring her way down that huge slide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoC69aKFwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HV5BN9G1cXY/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226993529456826114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoC69aKFwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HV5BN9G1cXY/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us decided to wait for the others at Boogie Beach...I couldn't resist this picture of N watching for K and Daddy to go down the slide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoDwBdXP1I/AAAAAAAAAII/mFqXDynHgP8/s1600-h/Nate+watching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226994441077079890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoDwBdXP1I/AAAAAAAAAII/mFqXDynHgP8/s320/Nate+watching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koda and Nate were their typical (lookin and findin trouble) selves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoWNXSnbLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zt1-6ZfgOnE/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoWNXSnbLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zt1-6ZfgOnE/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227014736363089074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed all day and I even rode the lone wolf ride, with the girls...It was fun but the lines were soooo long. So J and I headed to the chairs at the wave pool for some much needed sun and rest time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoFfC2MxsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TPm8fuSSZWQ/s1600-h/Janice+%26+Tara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226996348415166146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoFfC2MxsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TPm8fuSSZWQ/s320/Janice+%26+Tara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K was loving the wave pool and I was just loving her camera "pose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoIHTotBBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pN142pNmG_s/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoIHTotBBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pN142pNmG_s/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226999239139984402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were watching her and when I got my camera out they quickly turned their heads. L &amp; N just look way too guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoJFqL1CGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i2D61d609Nc/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoJFqL1CGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i2D61d609Nc/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227000310344779874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our day came to an end and man was everybody crabby and tired. I think we were all over it. Even the boys were ready to go home, actually my son wanted to go eat..big surprise there!!! The turkeys wouldn't even look at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoKFMJGOaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LwjoQRkUhbg/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoKFMJGOaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LwjoQRkUhbg/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227001401791887778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it was definitely a day to remember. All the fun and sun, and of course the most interesting part of the day was my conversation with N and K. We were all standing in line waiting on a ride and N says "Momma what do those letters means?" I'm like what letters?? Oh N and K were referring to the letters, numbers, and many pictures (skulls, castles, dragons, barb wire) on this man's body...yea him and his woman (and all their friends) were all tattooed up...I mean it was L.A. ink right here in front of us...I'm all for body art or whatever, but this was ridiculous!!! It was interesting all right, but kinda scary too. So for the remainder of our time in line, Nate and Koda try to read all the tat's and decide who has the most....What wonderful lessons for our 8 year olds...Oh well, at least they were reading, right???&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I was among friends cause we thought it was pretty funny and it was the running joke for the rest of the day...We really do need to get out more, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well hubby and I are headed to San Antonio this afternoon for some much needed R, R, and no kids!!! Woo-Whoo, we are so excited!! We going to see Ron White (blue comedy tour) on Saturday and shopping in San Marcos on Sunday!!! See all you bloggers next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/224/8A391AF723F5825C1C742919A98B3DA2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-2582564572223699638?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/2582564572223699638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=2582564572223699638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2582564572223699638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2582564572223699638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/07/hurricane-harbor.html' title='Hurricane Harbor'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIoGMDT4b9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/89OFmkwwvSE/s72-c/HH+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-6625256517969289454</id><published>2008-07-21T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:58:12.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Birthday Dinner</title><content type='html'>My hubby's birthday is today, Saturday (I know, I know it's Monday, I'm late with my posting) and M's not really big into parties and stuff, so we just decided to go to dinner with his parents and some friends. We went to Abuelo's for a nice birthday dinner, with 5 adults, 2 teenagers, and 3 kiddos, give me the drugs now please....&lt;br /&gt;We get there, late of course(sorry KP it will never happen again)but just 15 minutes...no biggie. So after playing musical chairs with the children on who needed to sit where, we got our chips, hot sauce, and some much needed drinks!!! Dinner was awesome and so were the drinks...wish I had one now, yummy...Anyways after dinner hubby got the traditional Mexican birthday &lt;s&gt;cake&lt;/s&gt; flan...interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITGpvzEENI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ryGTULe8FDc/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITGpvzEENI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ryGTULe8FDc/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225519888164196562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and K had to try this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITHbJLgdNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GAM05M6nVO4/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITHbJLgdNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GAM05M6nVO4/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225520736791196882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITHpEeRKuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/K2jo_74MdqE/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITHpEeRKuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/K2jo_74MdqE/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225520976045877986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the girls went to sit with Grandpa and I couldn't resist a pic...so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITIRjGMusI/AAAAAAAAAG4/s9ZZW_N2b8w/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITIRjGMusI/AAAAAAAAAG4/s9ZZW_N2b8w/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225521671461190338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N and K had fun and even got into a little trouble...not to bad for those boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITJDvody8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/qA9-J_dkIKY/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITJDvody8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/qA9-J_dkIKY/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522533819599810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does our sweet baby girl have to be soooo freakin rotten??? &lt;br /&gt;(I know Mom, total payback right???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITJ08RslxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bob0Umr4TpA/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITJ08RslxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bob0Umr4TpA/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225523379027351314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hubby had a great dinner and we all had a pretty good time. We went back to our house for cake and mean game of rock band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/224/8A391AF723F5825C1C742919A98B3DA2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-6625256517969289454?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6625256517969289454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=6625256517969289454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6625256517969289454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6625256517969289454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/07/daddys-birthday-dinner.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SITGpvzEENI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ryGTULe8FDc/s72-c/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-3771351541382975743</id><published>2008-07-21T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:14:39.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Home!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, so he got home on Thursday night, I'm a tad late...if you know me, you know that's pretty darn good, if you don't I'm &lt;s&gt;always&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;sometimes&lt;/s&gt; occasionally a little late.....Any-whoo on Friday we did all the things that require Daddy....Fixing things, mowing, etc.. ya know Daddy stuff. So the whole family helped clean up the backyard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N was really excited to get to mow the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS5DqgoO_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/36Oeiojv95M/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225504940258507762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS5DqgoO_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/36Oeiojv95M/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend my hubby put in a few new panels on our back fence, so we had to clean that up. Then N mowed the front yard and guess who was right there next to him not missing a thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS6cKPHkEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yqh-7K525cw/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225506460603486274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS6cKPHkEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yqh-7K525cw/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then B wanted to help sweep the yard trimming on the sidewalk. She was so gun-ho and was insistent on "doing it herself." So she got the broom and went to work, high heel flip flops and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS7plkTBrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/21rnUHxCJ4U/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225507790790002354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS7plkTBrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/21rnUHxCJ4U/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't long before she was over it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS8S5_cAXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JfDQ3wWkNxs/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225508500647182706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS8S5_cAXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JfDQ3wWkNxs/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the scene looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS8uOwollI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z3ASDrnxwig/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225508970078705234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS8uOwollI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z3ASDrnxwig/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice job B, good thing Daddy's there to rescue us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS9gfEKvpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0RR1TYG9mo4/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225509833449062034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS9gfEKvpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0RR1TYG9mo4/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be asking yourself, where's K? Oh she helped with the backyard then needed to take a few calls...Then she came back out, when we were finished with the yard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS-MNIfS3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/dac9klDsvjg/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225510584549591922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS-MNIfS3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/dac9klDsvjg/s320/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with teenagers and this retarded pose?? She does the peace thing sideways with her tongue hanging out, in every picture I take of her...I told her it's not that cute...she looks like she needs meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finished the yard and went inside to get everyone ready for bed, yea like anyone in my house is in bed before 11:00, but tomorrow (Saturday) is Daddy's birthday and they need some sleep. Plus I'm soooo slacking in the present department, I need to go shopping in the morning and N needs a haircut bad...did ya see that blonde mess??....But I didn't forget everything, I did order his cake yesterday, what?? You thought I was gonna make it?? hahaha, your so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/224/8A391AF723F5825C1C742919A98B3DA2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-3771351541382975743?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3771351541382975743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=3771351541382975743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3771351541382975743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/3771351541382975743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/07/daddys-home.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Home!!!'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SIS5DqgoO_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/36Oeiojv95M/s72-c/Mark%27s+Birthday+%26+trip+to+Hurricane+Harbor+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-6773318117097478843</id><published>2008-07-17T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:14:25.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mommy Card Needed</title><content type='html'>Ok this post is a week late, sorry but I was busy.....plus this story doesn't make me look so good...and I didn't want to tell on myself, but I told a few friends and they thought it was soooo funny that I had to tell it. (very sarcastic) &lt;em&gt;Yea JP your sooo right, this is just too funny ha.ha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overlook the part about me being not-so-perfect (sigh)...Ugggg that was so hard to type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Nate and his friend Koda went to a jr. church camp. We don't regularly attend this church but a lot of kids from his school were going so I said yes, and they were going on field trips everyday. Plus it was from 9 to 4 which meant one less kid in my house for 7 hours, whoa...overload...So on Thursday I picked up N &amp;amp; K from camp and K was coming over afterwards to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;Well on the way to our house they wanted to go by K's house to get the fishing poles to go fishing on the dock by our house. I said no boys not today, it's WAY to hot and you guys can play the PS3, Wii, etc..OK? They were a little upset but nothing major.&lt;br /&gt;So we get home and they played for a little while and then ask to go outside to ride bikes. We have like three bikes so I said sure...plus I was super crazy busy &lt;s&gt;reading blogs&lt;/s&gt; cleaning and doing laundry, so I let them go outside. So I'm guessing it was quite sometime later, (I was still so busy with that dang housework) I lost track of time.&lt;br /&gt;So when they did come in they were HOT!!! I mean sweat was dripping from their red little faces, hair was drenched, clothes were dirty and wet...I mean it was bad. I was like boys where have y'all been??? N says riding bikes Momma, it's hot outside. K says yeah we need some water. OK so I'm thinking to myself...yeah it is hot and man they were gone quite a while and...and...oh wait, where was I?? OK found it, When Pioneer Woman met Marlboro Man Part XXXII. Oh jeez for a sec, thought I lost my spot....Well the boys got some water and watch some T.V. and then they left again, to go ride bikes? When did they leave?? I know it was definitely sometime after &lt;s&gt;Pioneer Woman &amp;amp; Marlboro Man got engaged&lt;/s&gt; that second load of laundry.....&lt;br /&gt;So they got home and were so tried and hot, but seemed fine. They started playing the Wii and I just figured they got their fill. I mean it's been like 99 degrees here, so surely they are finished with the whole outside thing. Well K's Momma calls she's off work and tired (she's a nurse and just pulled 12 hours at the hospital) so we decided we are sooo not cooking tonight, besides both hubby's are working. So we planned to meet at Friday's in about 20 minutes...So I grab Nate, Koda, and Brookie Cookie to head to the restaurant. We all get in the burb and the boys are super quiet, all whispering in the back seat and not really looking at me, whatever boys can have secrets too. Then I hear....&lt;br /&gt;N: "Momma, I gotta to tell you something."&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;ahhh...Never a good line to open up with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: "yea, we've got to confess our sins!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: W&lt;em&gt;ow jr. church camp had some effect..but oh crap!! &lt;/em&gt;"Ok boys what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;N: "Well....we...ummm sorta rode our bikes to K's house and got the fishing poles."&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;OMG!!! K's Mom is NEVER going to let her son come to my house again!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now K's house is not close, about mile, maybe mile and a half...and there are several short cuts and we live by the golf course so there are many paths and areas to cut through. But they had a super huge hill to ride up and they rode to K's house!!! and...and...&lt;br /&gt;Me: calmly..."When?"&lt;br /&gt;N: "Well, when we told you we were riding bikes."&lt;br /&gt;K: "Yea, I told him to tell you, but he said you would say no."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OK well I wished you guys would had told me, I had no idea where you were???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG they could had past out from heat exhaustion, wrecked the bikes, fell in the lake.....got approached by scary people....My mind is racing....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wasn't super hot?"&lt;br /&gt;K: "Oh yea, I thought we were going to die...So we stopped and prayed that God would let us live to get back to your house."&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Picturing these two blonde headed, tough, football playing boys, on the side of the road bending down to pray that they wouldn't die in the heat.....&lt;/em&gt; "N did you really stop and pray??"&lt;br /&gt;N: "Yes, Momma we were soooo hot."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I'm so glad that you told me, but you do know all the of the bad things that could of happen to you guys right?"&lt;br /&gt;K &amp;amp; N: "Yes, we do."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Good, well next time you both need to make better choices and think things through a little more."&lt;br /&gt;N "Yes, Momma we will."&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Yea if K's Mom ever let's him return here&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;K: "Well we did catch a fish."&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Ummm huh??&lt;/em&gt; "When did you go fishing?"&lt;br /&gt;K: "After we came back to your house and had some water."&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; Oh man!!&lt;/em&gt; "Did you go to the dock?"&lt;br /&gt;N: "Yea, but we didn't stay long, and we took some water this time."&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Oh well, they took water, that makes it all better...OMG...What am I gonna tell K's Mom?? What do I do with my son?? Should I yell at him?? Ground him?? Naaaaah...It was kinda funny...I think they learned their lesson, I mean their conscious did get the best of them, and they did tell me everything...right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: "There's nothing else right, just going to K's and then you went fishing?"&lt;em&gt; (You didn't hold up a liquor store and then steal a car??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K &amp;amp; N: "No just that."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, Ok right...good...Well I really hope you understand how crazy that was to ride your bikes all the way over to K's house, especially without telling me where you were or what you were doing."&lt;br /&gt;K: "I know, I...I...told him we should tell you."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well N maybe next time you should listen to K." &lt;em&gt;(cause apparently his parents are doing something right, where as your Momma is slacking some.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So we are pulling into the parking lot of Friday's and K's Mom is waiting on us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh crap, now I have to tell her the boys' adventure...how do I make myself look better in this scenario....ummm.....thinking.....thinking harder....Oh my brain hurts.....coming up with nothing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ummm yea I think it's best if I just hand in my Mommy card right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/224/8A391AF723F5825C1C742919A98B3DA2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-6773318117097478843?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6773318117097478843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=6773318117097478843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6773318117097478843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6773318117097478843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-mommy-card-needed.html' title='No Mommy Card Needed'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-4430747644520770885</id><published>2008-07-16T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:47:26.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things to consider....</title><content type='html'>So I grab my peeps and we head to Wally World, cause that's how I roll...&lt;br /&gt;We pull in to the parking lot, FULL, not just full SUPER DUPER FULL. Like I should park at Micky's D and walk over kinda full. It's like everyone within a hundred mile radius decided, at that precise moment, to go to WW. Great, it's a freakin weekday morning at 10:30, and I know it's summer but jeez, don't you people have a J-O-B??? Now, I'm not one to "dress up" to go to Wally's but people, come on! It's like there is some unwritten law out there, requiring you to do at least a few things before going in public:&lt;br /&gt;A: Please, please, shower or bathe....then use deodorant, body spray, perfume, air fresher...Whatever works.&lt;br /&gt;B: Take the rollers, perm rods, combs, picks, etc...out of your hair before entering the store.&lt;br /&gt;C: Put clean clothes on, at least put some shoes on, for Pete's sake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three basic things, am I asking too much??? I don't think it's totally unreasonable. Oh I forgot a few, but these are just my pet peeves about WW....not really anything major but, these things drive me crazy and are all true things I've witness very recently. Save your hooker clothes, shoes, make-up for Saturday night, not Wednesday morning. Put some clothes on your kid and wash him/her!!! Dang it, no one wants to see your dirty kid in nothing but their diaper. If you are handicapped, have trouble walking, etc.. and need that lark thing to ride around on, fine use it. But if you weight like 300lbs, are not handicapped, and have use of your legs, then freakin WALK around the store, it might do you some good!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's hard enough to go to WW with three kids, (two of whom highly protested against going) but crazy, stinky, people make it way worse. Crazy people are everywhere, I know this. But WW is somewhere I HAVE to go, and I may see these people again, like next week. For the most part I try, (really, really, try) to be polite and set a good example for my children...but this last trip was not my finest hour. &lt;br /&gt;Just one example: My youngest says, as we pass several unbathed, no shoe wearin folk, "Ewww Mommy what smells so bad?" Me very quietly say "Shhh B it's probably some bad fruit" (sorry she caught me off guard, I had to work fast, plus I needed a few things down that aisle) So I'm trying to hurry past them asap. N hears what I told B and very loudly says "No Momma, it was those people back there, remember that girl who had no shoes on, they stunk really bad!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, he's so not getting the "good" pop tarts today!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?? I mean really, WHAT DO YOU DO??? They of course heard him, half of the dairy section heard him...So what does this polite, sweet,(the big one could so hurt me) Momma do? Turn and run to the craft section, on the other side of the store!!! So we &lt;s&gt;stayed&lt;/s&gt; shopped in the craft section a good 20 minutes or so, until I was &lt;s&gt;sure the coast was clear&lt;/s&gt; finished looking at crafts. The kids kept asking why I was looking in this section, as we don't really have a craft day at the house. K knew what I was doing but thankfully she saw "the look" and kept quiet. Thank goodness the rest of the adventure was, for the most part, uneventful. As we are walking out of WW, K says to me "Madre (don't ask, that's for another time &amp; place) next time can we please, please stay at home??" I tell her "I just might seriously consider it." So when we all got into the car I had the "polite way to say things in public and when to keep your mouth shut" talk on the way home. See, if everyone would do A B &amp; C as listed above, I would not have to have these "little talks" with my children. Plus I would save all these people from huge embarrassment. Oh I'm so glad I got that off my chest, I was needing to vent. Thanks for listening. &lt;br /&gt;OK, now I can go on with my day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/224/8A391AF723F5825C1C742919A98B3DA2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-4430747644520770885?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/4430747644520770885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=4430747644520770885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4430747644520770885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4430747644520770885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-grab-my-peeps-and-we-head-to-wally.html' title='A few things to consider....'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-2307869371977518005</id><published>2008-07-11T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:28:05.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My girly day with Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>B and I don't get to spend much time together, quality Mommy and me time that is. And with her getting older (which is so hard to accept) and with her siblings (namely K her Queen of all drama sister) it's hard to find the time. But with Daddy working out of town and both K &amp; N had plans to spend the night at friends' house, I took full advantage of it. We had a total girl day and night!!! N was at jr.day camp and he was gone all day and K was already at her friends house. Sooo what else does a sun lovin' Mommy do??? Go to the pool of course!!! We met some friends at the community pool. I &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; soaked up the sun and B swam her little heart out. Since I forgot my camera you'll just have to imagine our fun.... Any-whoo we came home (more tan than before) and she played outside with our puppy Max and we took some pics in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeWpDlsfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hxCe5SxSgpY/s1600-h/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221807925041593698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeWpDlsfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hxCe5SxSgpY/s320/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeW6Y16-dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-MqN2IAlBQ4/s1600-h/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221808222804572626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeW6Y16-dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-MqN2IAlBQ4/s320/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got to take one together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeXhuAjwYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jFvmYT40F70/s1600-h/Black-and-white-me-and-Brooklyn.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221808898501230978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeXhuAjwYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jFvmYT40F70/s320/Black-and-white-me-and-Brooklyn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she was over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeYIFKFOUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Wo1YDbXf_Sk/s1600-h/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221809557550217538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeYIFKFOUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Wo1YDbXf_Sk/s320/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got dressed, had dinner, ice cream and then it was on to nails and toes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeZUpnRTfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/28TiL-ahP2s/s1600-h/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221810873006378482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeZUpnRTfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/28TiL-ahP2s/s320/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B loves to be "pampered". She's definitely her Mommy's daughter...So I did her fingers and toes and I even made a flower on her big toe. Which she then &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; to take a picture of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeZr33-YdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cpYwipWbML8/s1600-h/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221811271971529170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeZr33-YdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cpYwipWbML8/s320/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had quite the day yesterday, I love spending time with B, she cracks me up most days with her wildly crazy imagination. But she also wears me out with her wildly crazy imagination too. I just sometimes wish we could go back too this stage...Just for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHejKHuX7EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3PqbBRwpJSA/s1600-h/Young+Brooklyn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221821687226952770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHejKHuX7EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3PqbBRwpJSA/s320/Young+Brooklyn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/228/AD430E807F3A2FE9B72EBEF05FC051FD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-2307869371977518005?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/2307869371977518005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=2307869371977518005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2307869371977518005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/2307869371977518005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-girly-day-with-brooklyn.html' title='My girly day with Brooklyn'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHeWpDlsfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hxCe5SxSgpY/s72-c/Juicy+bag+%26+Girl+day+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-8909527301832973365</id><published>2008-07-10T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:30:13.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart date night</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a long, and I mean L-O-N-G time since Mark and I had date night. But when you have three kids, parents who live far away and in-laws who, well let's just say they only need one child at a time....it's hard to have a actual "date night". But we managed to pull it off and had a blast!!! We went with 2 other couples to downtown Ft.Worth. We had dinner at Mi Cocina, (which by the way, is super yummy!) We talked like forever and had some fun and frivolous beverages. It was so nice to have dinner at a table with no kids menus or crayons!!! Then we went to Hyena's Comedy Night Club. Oh it was great, then we got brave and decided to go next door to the dueling piano bar (see pictures below) it was fun but crowded and stocked fully of bachelorettes and their crazy wedding parties, (again see pics) my husband had his picture taken with the bride-to-be, lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbPfpuZzBI/AAAAAAAAADs/HyrXGxCqfgw/s1600-h/Crop+Mark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221588960666045458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbPfpuZzBI/AAAAAAAAADs/HyrXGxCqfgw/s320/Crop+Mark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then guess who, drove everyone in her suburban downtown so I got to drink water (notice the water bottle in the pic) while everyone else was drinking....ummmm not water... So after a tribute to the Rocky Horror Picture Show, the guys were ready to get the heck out of dodge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbP2pjfR-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/C1nuuDFlzCY/s1600-h/group+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221589355757258722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbP2pjfR-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/C1nuuDFlzCY/s320/group+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not before we got a semi group picture, as Missy was the photo taker, she refused to be in the pic....Are we just not the coolest parents ever or what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbRvJr1f4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/gOOF5rgWZVo/s1600-h/The+group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221591425966505858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbRvJr1f4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/gOOF5rgWZVo/s320/The+group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do with no kids on a Saturday night at 11:00???? Go to the Stockyards of course. So I drive everyone to Cowtown, after I do an AMAZING parallel parking job, we were off to see Cowtown. Now if you never been there, their are a lot of places to go, clubs, bars, etc..and the best thing about most of the bars are 2 little magic words "No Cover". We went to a couple of places and listened to a band that shouldn't play in public anymore. So we totally left and saw a place that we all used to go to, about 10 years ago. We thought what the heck, it's got to be about the same right???? Oh were we wrong!!! But we stayed and danced and I drank more water...and everyone else drank...ummm not water. We, meaning the girls, danced and had a lot of fun, the guys...they people watched. Which was kinda funny too.&lt;br /&gt;Kreyton and Mark just loved it when I took their picture...hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbQr-CmRDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0dnafqmE0iQ/s1600-h/Kreyton+and+Mark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221590271789515826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbQr-CmRDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0dnafqmE0iQ/s320/Kreyton+and+Mark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice and me after we were finished dancing to some song I've never even heard before..Am I THAT old??? no, no can't be....I just forgot I heard it...yea that's it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbSe-0iaOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Prd1lk1vCHU/s1600-h/Me+and+Janice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221592247683934434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbSe-0iaOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Prd1lk1vCHU/s320/Me+and+Janice.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few more songs and bottles of water...being the DD is so much pressure!!! We figured our fun parents night out was ready to come to an end, after all it was almost 1:30 a.m. So we again all piled in the suburban and headed home. It was a great night and soooo much fun. I hope we can do it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww....We look so cute, Love you baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbWEaRPRyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/phCfl47bs48/s1600-h/Mark+and+Tara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221596189242115874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbWEaRPRyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/phCfl47bs48/s320/Mark+and+Tara.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/224/8A391AF723F5825C1C742919A98B3DA2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-8909527301832973365?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/8909527301832973365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=8909527301832973365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/8909527301832973365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/8909527301832973365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-heart-date-night.html' title='I heart date night'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SHbPfpuZzBI/AAAAAAAAADs/HyrXGxCqfgw/s72-c/Crop+Mark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-5287504876625094</id><published>2008-06-25T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:25:03.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is NO never taken seriously???</title><content type='html'>Why is it with my *gasp* teenager, the word no just means ask Mom about a hundred more times until she caves. I'm so over can I go here, go there, to so and so's house, all the dang time!!! K never gives up, she tries the same ploys over and over again..you'd think she'd learn something by now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this evening for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K cannot get a story straight to save her poor soul, she gets 1/2 the idea, plan, etc...and then either makes up the rest or changes it to suit her along the way....So she's trying to make plans for tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Can I go to MADD tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well maybe let's eat dinner and you can tell me the details....&lt;br /&gt;K: No, Mom I need to know now, it's gonna start soon.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok what time?&lt;br /&gt;K: ummm IDK (her exact words, er I mean letters) 6 or maybe 7...&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh??&lt;br /&gt;K: Mommmmm (hate that by the way) I need God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thinking yes you do.. but I say.....&lt;br /&gt;that's funny K, b/c when we all got up and went to church on Sunday you said you needed to sleep and didn't go. Didn't need God too bad then did ya???&lt;br /&gt;K: aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: So and so invited me to go to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What about MADD??&lt;br /&gt;K: I want to go see a movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What about so and so??&lt;br /&gt;K: She's not really that good of a friend anyways...and she hasn't asked her Mom if I could go...&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;She's off, back on the phone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I'm getting sooo tried of this...but we go on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok so what time is the movie and how are you getting there???&lt;br /&gt;K: Can you take me and then her Mom will bring me home.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have you asked so and so's Mom to bring you home??&lt;br /&gt;K: Well ummmm no, well, not really...but so and so is sure her Mom will bring me home.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well....as I'm thinking NO, the phone rings...for the 2700 time today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Well now so and so wants me to spend the night with her&lt;br /&gt;Me: aahhhhh!!! I've had it by now. K just forget it, you can stay home tonight...&lt;br /&gt;K: but mommmmmmm, (again with me hating that) I want to go to so and so's house...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Has she even asked her Mom??&lt;br /&gt;K: Well we were waiting to see what you said before she asked her Mom...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (under my breath, a few choice words)....(back of my mind, I need a drink!!!) I finally say,&lt;br /&gt;No K, you went somewhere last night, you are staying home.&lt;br /&gt;K: but so and so's......blah, blah, blah...(I totally it all blocked it all out!!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Much louder this time No!! but she still persists me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go with the usual ploys to try to get me to change my mind....I said no and here she goes trying anything and everything to get her way......&lt;br /&gt;Here they are in no special order...I still have no idea what I'm saying no too, but the fact is I'm saying NO and I'm NOT giving in!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Chore Ploy***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K says pleeeeease Mom....I did my chores&lt;br /&gt;Me: thinking...(yeah like that was gonna work, I'd only ask her 15 times to fold towels in the dryer...that she was supposed to do YESTERDAY!!! I fed the dog and took him out, plus I helped her unload the dishwasher)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I said no K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no go on the 'chores' ploy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You love N more than you love me ploy***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's the usual&lt;br /&gt;K: well N gets to do this and that...&lt;br /&gt;Me: thinking again, (well yes N does, but N does not talk back nor does he try to manipulate me into letting him do something.)&lt;br /&gt;K: Why do you hate me so much and love him so much *cue tears... N is your favorite... you love him more!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No honey, I don't love him more, I love you both the same equal amount.....blah blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;your still not going anywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no go on the you love N more than me ploy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I'm gonna call Dad ploy***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the last resort, we are at the end of our rope on this one. So she wants to call Mark and oh lets see he is in Ruston, LA no wait maybe Monroe..no no it's Shreveport....&lt;br /&gt;and I'm thinking to myself......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok yeah call your Dad, who's been working in 100 degree heat all day, and oh by the way he's got a really bad sunburn b/c they had no shade today. Tell him how Mom's sooo mean and she won't let you go to...now where is it your going?? Oh yea to church, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will save you the pain of going through that conversation. Let's just say she's still at home, in her room...With no door...&lt;br /&gt;Yes I said no door...&lt;br /&gt;but that my friends will be in another post, at another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have the energy to tell you why she lost her door.&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers are the worst, evil beings on the planet...and just think, I have to go through all of this again in about 9 years, when B is a teenager....Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/224/8A391AF723F5825C1C742919A98B3DA2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-5287504876625094?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/5287504876625094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=5287504876625094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5287504876625094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/5287504876625094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-is-no-never-taken-seriously.html' title='Why is NO never taken seriously???'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-6234303182337621370</id><published>2008-06-23T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:24:47.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>Sooo we all made it through the weekend, Saturday was nonstop shopping, shopping, and more shopping. Super fun but, I was tired and ready to go home. So we spent Saturday evening watching T.V. and just me hanging out with the kiddos. Sunday we went to a birthday party for two of N's friends. They had huge inflatable water slides, food, cake, and sno cones. The kids had a blast. It was alot of fun and I even had a good time. Most birthday parties I just sit there with the other Mom's wanting to pull my hair out!!! But a couple of my friends brought Mommy drinks and that makes any kid party more fun!!! Here are a few pics of the party and the slides...Sorry no pics of Tracy and me on the water slides...I hid my camera...Smart Mommy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the house, the slides were huge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAczpSlFiI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ea1juBSJEIk/s1600-h/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215200042077722146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAczpSlFiI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ea1juBSJEIk/s320/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K has sno cone down her top, N and his friend Lola look very guilty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAhHDS-Q9I/AAAAAAAAABo/b5bnU55U44s/s1600-h/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215204773522719698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAhHDS-Q9I/AAAAAAAAABo/b5bnU55U44s/s320/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and N are waiting to go on the slip n' slide, I guess she thinks she's cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAh0qaNHAI/AAAAAAAAABw/2Q1g6n_NC3A/s1600-h/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215205557116148738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAh0qaNHAI/AAAAAAAAABw/2Q1g6n_NC3A/s320/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B was helping me make sno cones and lovin the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAibUglcqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FOeFQn7tykw/s1600-h/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215206221252227746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAibUglcqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FOeFQn7tykw/s320/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is waiting his turn to hit the pinata, he's so over it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAi9JaUyII/AAAAAAAAACA/j6cJi2RwGcE/s1600-h/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215206802388732034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAi9JaUyII/AAAAAAAAACA/j6cJi2RwGcE/s320/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now N has basketball camp all week and B has VBS, thank goodness they are almost at the same time, so I can have some peace!!! Just call me the Mom taxi as I'm taking half the basketball camp and a couple VBS kiddos to their destinations...Just another week in my crazy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j5/nyela1026/?action=view&amp;amp;current=momstaxi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mom\'s Taxi" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j5/nyela1026/momstaxi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/224/8A391AF723F5825C1C742919A98B3DA2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-6234303182337621370?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6234303182337621370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=6234303182337621370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6234303182337621370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/6234303182337621370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/06/sooo-we-all-made-it-through-weekend.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SGAczpSlFiI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ea1juBSJEIk/s72-c/Last+day+of+school+%26+pool+party+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254643534703967499.post-4747016326670191771</id><published>2008-06-18T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:23:39.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st blog...</title><content type='html'>This is my very first blog, I didn't think I would ever do this nor did I think my life was entertaining enough to warrant a blog. But after reading countless friends blogs I decided why not, right??? I'm kinda excited to do this if nothing else I can totally vent from my crazy and sometimes unbelievable days with my husband and three very active, very funny, very opinionated kiddos. Which I sure you will be reading about in great detail. So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty crazy and it's only Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;N's been doing baseball camp and it's in the morning and then again in the afternoon. Hauling around smelly, sweaty, and crabby boys all afternoon can be very taxing...then throw in K and her "can I go to so and so's house to spend the night?" every 5 minutes, then poor B and her not so typical routine of running around all day, she's all kinds of screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;If they are not with a friend, at a friends house, or going somewhere, they are "sooo bored" Oh man I have 2 more months of this crap!! Like we don't have every gaming system Nintendo makes as well as a few others, plus 5 T.V's in our house and if all else fails they all have bikes and legs....go outside!!! Then to make matters worst, M (the hubby in this epic) left on Monday and will probably be gone a while, so I'm left with camps, parties, friends, etc...to deal with by myself...yippie!! Nathan has one more day of baseball camp and then we are all going to Splash Station (little water park) on Friday. Maybe by Saturday I can actually rest, but I'm not holding my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/224/8A391AF723F5825C1C742919A98B3DA2.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2254643534703967499-4747016326670191771?l=thedemottdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/4747016326670191771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2254643534703967499&amp;postID=4747016326670191771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4747016326670191771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2254643534703967499/posts/default/4747016326670191771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedemottdrama.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-1st-blog.html' title='My 1st blog...'/><author><name>Queen over all drama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14839708800604891925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AwBPHX2oC4/SifsBTL6xpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xctJtOV2THI/S220/Just+me+Tara+compressed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
