<?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-3351155580690942963</id><updated>2012-01-05T13:54:32.207-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Blog Awards'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='Writings'/><category term='Life Changing Experiences'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Girl Thoughts'/><category term='Just A Day'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Neighborhood Unity'/><category term='College Days'/><category term='Damn Dentist'/><category term='Government'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Little Brother'/><category term='Company'/><category term='Tests'/><category term='Missy'/><category term='Just Something Fun'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Milestones'/><category term='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><category term='Throwback Thursdays'/><title type='text'>A Single Mom's Journey Through Life.........</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-3562106696124876848</id><published>2008-12-24T11:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:01:59.196-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Have You Been Good or Bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Christmas Eve and I'm stuck working! Our wall thermostat went out last night and we had no heat. Thank you for 24 hour repair services. I'm not thinking of the bad things right now, only the good. I've had a writer's block lately. You should see all my "drafts" from the last couple of weeks. For now, pictures will have to do. I wish YOU ALL A VERY SAFE AND MERRY CHRISTMAS. Peace out for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me And Some Giggly Women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283416881257790658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SVJ3qSesPMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Q44aOE_mF8Y/s320/JNO+Tammy+Tammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Christmas Grab Bag Group 2008 (That's my momma in the red next to me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283416877065360114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SVJ3qC3I0vI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sGbQnRlw3bs/s320/Grag+Bag+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-3562106696124876848?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3562106696124876848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=3562106696124876848&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3562106696124876848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3562106696124876848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-been-good-or-bad.html' title='Have You Been Good or Bad?'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SVJ3qSesPMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Q44aOE_mF8Y/s72-c/JNO+Tammy+Tammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8443811730936688369</id><published>2008-12-11T16:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:31:26.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Shoes, No Car, No Work</title><content type='html'>Well, things have been going fast........yet nothing seems to get done. Do you ever feel that way? That's how I feel. Still haven't found those shoes. Mainly because I haven't had the time to go look. I'm still adjusting being back to work full time. I still don't have a car. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Missy woke us up with a BAM! this morning by having a 103.2 fever. That's always fun for 6:00 a.m. So, what do we do? Well, just like all normal couples........we flip a coin to see who calls off of work. Darn, I should've picked "heads". Turns out it's strep throat. Poor little thing hasn't moved a muscle all day. She can't go back to school until Monday. We'll see if she makes it to the birthday sleepover she's supposed to attend on Saturday night! So, the Tiger stays home tomorrow while I go make the dough........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's some random pictures because I'm bored.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SUGUFWK07hI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pdIbEuty4KM/s1600-h/Picture+1017.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/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SUGUFWK07hI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pdIbEuty4KM/s320/Picture+1017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278663057826180626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SUGUE3KJ6bI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ObNm0qeysIA/s1600-h/Picture+1079.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/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SUGUE3KJ6bI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ObNm0qeysIA/s320/Picture+1079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278663049501862322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8443811730936688369?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8443811730936688369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8443811730936688369&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8443811730936688369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8443811730936688369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-shoes-no-car-no-work.html' title='No Shoes, No Car, No Work'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SUGUFWK07hI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pdIbEuty4KM/s72-c/Picture+1017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-4572975995736106867</id><published>2008-11-24T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:20:00.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Girl Just Wants Shoes........</title><content type='html'>I'm on the hunt for a cheap pair of black dress shoes. I've been wearing my favorite ones for months. Needless to say, I think they started to smell. The Tiger says I am nuts and just looking for a reason to buy a new pair of shoes. I think he's crazy. I threw the stinky shoes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a 20% off coupon for Payless..........and it expired today. I usually have decent luck when I go to Payless, but I admit it's been awhile since we've been there. I didn't find a darn thing! Really, is the only heels that people wear those little stick heels??? I'm sorry, but I am not talented enough for a heel like that. I need something a little thicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course Missy found a pair of shoes she liked.....and I have a hard time passing up coupons that are about to expire. Missy got shoes, I have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Meijer. I found a cute pair of black heels, but they were $39.99! Yeah, I am cheap and would never pay $40 for a pair of shoes........at Meijer. Who do they think they are? DSW? I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen any cute shoes sales going on anywhere? I'm dying for new black heels......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-4572975995736106867?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4572975995736106867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=4572975995736106867&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4572975995736106867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4572975995736106867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/girl-just-wants-shoes.html' title='A Girl Just Wants Shoes........'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2470726211011086976</id><published>2008-11-21T22:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:17:45.865-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Something Fun'/><title type='text'>And You Know What Else........</title><content type='html'>I meant to post a couple of pictures in my last post there.......but I hit the Publish button too fast! Anywhooo, just some random pics that I feel like uploading. It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Flapper Friend and Me as a Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SSeGIfr107I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0K-nAfvqKg8/s1600-h/Picture+970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SSeGIfr107I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0K-nAfvqKg8/s320/Picture+970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271329369362912178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a lady bug (Can you tell I love to dress up?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SSeG3BwX-oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wmTvHQMKVDg/s1600-h/Picture+942.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/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SSeG3BwX-oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wmTvHQMKVDg/s320/Picture+942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271330168782715522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missy finally lost a top tooth! Look how long her hair is getting.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SSeHm6aXMnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/QMuyFNX2VeE/s1600-h/Picture+997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SSeHm6aXMnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/QMuyFNX2VeE/s320/Picture+997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271330991445062258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2470726211011086976?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2470726211011086976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2470726211011086976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2470726211011086976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2470726211011086976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-you-know-what-else.html' title='And You Know What Else........'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SSeGIfr107I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0K-nAfvqKg8/s72-c/Picture+970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-5549092034359400361</id><published>2008-11-21T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:05:40.332-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just A Day'/><title type='text'>YAY! Changes......</title><content type='html'>Just keepin on truckin over here! The holidays are beginning and I just love this time of year. I cannot stand the cold, but I do love the decorating and the cooking and the shopping and the hustle and bustle. Lots happening around here.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a school! More Than A Single Mom will be heading to Devry........online that is. I found a credited school that will transfer my credits (not sure which ones yet), allow me to work, and still go to school without having to find a sitter or spend more time away from Missy. My new major you ask? Weeeeellllll............how's a bachleor in Business Administration with a Concentration on Human Resources Management sound? Say that 10 times fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the hunt for a new car. My beloved 1997 Grand Am has finally said it's last prayers I do believe. I'll know more soon........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am bound and determine to catch up with y'all! You'll see.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-5549092034359400361?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5549092034359400361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=5549092034359400361&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5549092034359400361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5549092034359400361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-changes.html' title='YAY! Changes......'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8616750273046659600</id><published>2008-11-14T12:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:45:12.017-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Green Bean Casserole</title><content type='html'>Tis the time of year that we give thanks.........and pig out on turkey until we can't eat anymore. This year I am giving thanks for having a job, it may be a temp job for now, but it's still a job. And that more than I can say for a lot of people during this recession. My mom lost her job this week. The Tiger's company did a lay off yesterday (thankfully he passed the first cut!), one of my best friends lost her job 6 weeks ago and still can't find a new one, and my stepdad's company is possibly doing lay offs by the first of the year. AND these are just the people that little ol' me knows. I can't imagine how many other millions of people out there are scared over their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to food. It's the time of year for the traditional Thanksgiving feast........makes my mouth water just thinking about it. What does your family have on Turkey Day? And what's your favorite part of the meal? Let me know. Me? Personally, my favorite is left over turkey sandwiches the next day while laying on the couch in a turkey hang over. Well, I've been wondering.........WHO invented green bean casserole? It is one of the ugliest dishes I've ever seen, and I don't like green beans so I won't eat it. But have no fear, I am sure my mama is making it. Gross!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make a new sort of side dish this year. Something my family will love. I'm looking to all of your for ideas. I'm a good cook, not a chef, but I know my way around a kitchen. So I promise not to mess up your dish. But, I need a new recipe...........one that doesn't involve green beans. Thanks so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8616750273046659600?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8616750273046659600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8616750273046659600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8616750273046659600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8616750273046659600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/green-bean-casserole.html' title='Green Bean Casserole'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6002296783415079588</id><published>2008-11-05T12:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:06:34.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Chance To Blog</title><content type='html'>I have to make some major updates. Lordy lordy, I've been slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well after days and nights of thoughts, tears, packing, and much more I ended up deciding I could no longer run away from my problems (at the request of my parents). They sat me down one night and explained to me that they have no problems helping me get back on my feet, but that I am almost 30 and I cannot continue to run everytime things go wrong. What did they call it? "Lack of folowing through." Hmpf, of course I was mad. I don't do that.........or do I? Ok, maybe I do. So, I decided to go ahead and give the Tiger another shot at our relationship. I truly love him with all my heart, but can we get past our problems? Not so sure. But, he's damn lucky he's getting that second shot and so far he's been doing ok. He's helping me vaccuum, doing his own laundry, and we are back to sleeping in the same room. We'll see how it goes. Missy is so happy about it. But, I still HATE my school system. No offense to anyone, but it's too ghetto for my taste. Not in the greatest of neighborhoods. So I am looking into trying to qualify for special funding to help send her to a private school next year. Any help on how to do that if any of you have experience, let a sista know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work and school? Well, I am officially out of school until January. I need to really pull myself together before I go back. It made me miserable, tore my family apart, and made my daughter defy me in ways I never thought possible. So, full time nursing program is NOT the way to go. I am much happier without it. I know I have too many credits to lose, and I WILL be back in January........just undecided as to what to do. I got a temp to perm job at a steel mill in Hammond doing payroll. I know Payroll and Human Resources best, so I went back to "comfortable." It's a step down from what I was doing in Chicago, but you know what? Let someone else have the responsibility for now. Right now, I just want to be a worker bee and get paid. Just pray they hire me on permanently, cuz I need a full time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the middle of my hell, who calls? Missy's father. Haven't heard from him since.....well I couldn't tell you the last time we talked. He says, "Hey Jenni, it's Billy" like we are friends or something. I say, "yeah what's up?" He says, "How's my daughter?" I said, "She's fine. She's 7. Where you been? He hasn't seen her since she was 4. Guess he's living in California right now. Good, nice and far away where I'd like him to stay. So yeah, I let him talk to her. She tells him she needs clothes (she doesn't need clothes, but she's slick like mama). So he agrees to send her a box of stuff. He sent it. Of course I received no receipts to return anything. Most of it either doesn't fit her or she doesn't like it. Thanks Billy, next time just send me the 5 years of child support you owe me. OH and he has the nerve to ask me what we can do about child visitation. Um, you're in Cali and I am in Indiana. We do nothing about it. It'll be a cold day in you know where before I put my baby on a plane to you. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some new bloggers that I need to check out and I've got all my old bloggers to catch up with. I've missed you all. Stayed tuned. The rollercoaster of my life is just starting I am sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6002296783415079588?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6002296783415079588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6002296783415079588&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6002296783415079588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6002296783415079588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/chance-to-blog.html' title='A Chance To Blog'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-4763384825920772511</id><published>2008-10-15T08:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:49:40.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Some Days Are Good. Some Days Are Bad.</title><content type='html'>Life is still a constant roller coaster here. Some days I am ok with everything going on. Other days I feel so lonely and wonder if I am making the biggest mistake of my life. I love the Tiger. I really love him. I look at him everyday and wonder what went wrong. Why can't it be different? All along I thought it was him. We were breaking up because of him. As the days go on, I am beginning to think it's me. Maybe it's really not, maybe it's the guilt of looking at my life being packed up in boxes once again. Either way, the decision has been made and it's not something that can be changed now.  It is what it is. But, sometimes I still feel so sad. As if now I am going to be alone forever. 30 is coming up next year. I always thought I'd be married long before 30. Looks like I'll be single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House hunt is interesting. I enjoy seeing how others live and what they describe as a "spacious 2 bedroom with a beautiful view." I think I finally found the perfect place for me and Missy last night. I am waiting on my application to be mailed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job hunting is slow. I have an interview today for a temp to perm job at a steel company. If I could get it, that would mean some nice benefits. But, let's not try and get our hopes up here. I am rusty in all of this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-4763384825920772511?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4763384825920772511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=4763384825920772511&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4763384825920772511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4763384825920772511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-days-are-good-some-days-are-bad.html' title='Some Days Are Good. Some Days Are Bad.'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8294160495335412745</id><published>2008-10-08T19:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:42:24.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writings'/><title type='text'>Something Too Pretty Not To Share</title><content type='html'>I am constantly motivated and mesmerized by writings. When I was a child, I longed to be a writer when I grew up.  I read every single book I could possibly read and I lived through my books. I would day dream up my own stories. That dream faded like most other dreams as you age. I still write sometimes. But, mostly just scribbled thoughts at the end of the grocery list or on an envelope of a bill. Nothing concrete anymore. I hope to get back to all of that in my new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came across this today. Written by a friend who is a new mother. One of the most beautiful things I've seen in awhile. All of you new mothers can appreciate this. Heck, even if your baby is 30 years old you can close your eyes and picture your daughter as an infant........you can relate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever seen an angel sleep? Those cherub little cheeks and that picture of a halo that floats so serene above her precious head. The beautiful white flowing dress. She's as pure as the first snow fall. This angel I see was a gift to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard an angel laugh? That little giggle that echoes in your ears but most of all your heart. The bluest of eyes beaming with joy as she melts you from the inside out. An angel with a laugh that I will hear forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been touched by an angel? With skin so fair and soft that it feels like feathers? The grasp of her hand as if it speaks directly to your heart, telling you stories that only a mother can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever smelled an angel? A mix of soap and cotton candy and this morning's bubble bath. A sweet smell that leaves you wanting more. A smell that will take you where the rest of the world can't. It's as if you can fly with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This angel, you see, is one given to me. The most precious gift in the world. A daughter. My daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8294160495335412745?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8294160495335412745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8294160495335412745&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8294160495335412745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8294160495335412745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-too-pretty-not-to-share.html' title='Something Too Pretty Not To Share'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8326890325767316105</id><published>2008-10-02T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:23:59.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>Why Children Are Funny</title><content type='html'>So, we all know that Missy has some sort of relationship with God that I have not quite figured out yet? Well, here's a conversation we had today in Wal-mart. Yep, right in the Halloween candy isle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy: Mom, can I get this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (No answer. I was thinking. I'm pretty spacy these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy: MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? What sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy: Why don't you talk anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am sorry kiddo. I am just distracted lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy: Is God pulling you different ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I guess so. I'm just really tired and stressed. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy: Well, you know God was pulling me two different ways, but he finally told me the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? Which way is he telling you to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy: He's telling me to move away so that you won't be sad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks Miss. Anything God is telling you for me because I can't really hear him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy: Yeah. He says for you to move as soon as you can. And to wear your hair down more. He likes your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (laughing)......oh that's so cute. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo, we continue walking. Then Missy says, "Oh and he also said if you don't start praying at dinnertime, you may not go to Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I ever going to do with this child? She cracks me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8326890325767316105?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8326890325767316105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8326890325767316105&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8326890325767316105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8326890325767316105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-children-are-funny.html' title='Why Children Are Funny'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2291415814440931393</id><published>2008-10-01T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:20:59.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Here's To Finding Old Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SON4m5fnjeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/n4pWiEOugOU/s1600-h/me+and+all+the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SON4m5fnjeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/n4pWiEOugOU/s320/me+and+all+the+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252174200107929058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this picture this morning, an old pic of me and some friends. It made me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2291415814440931393?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2291415814440931393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2291415814440931393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2291415814440931393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2291415814440931393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordless-wednesday-heres-to-finding-old.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Here&apos;s To Finding Old Friends'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SON4m5fnjeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/n4pWiEOugOU/s72-c/me+and+all+the+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8016475363220418058</id><published>2008-09-29T07:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:12:39.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Changing Experiences'/><title type='text'>I Am Thankful</title><content type='html'>I am thankful to everyone who is there for me during this hard time. You never really know what you have until times like this. And I have some of the best friends in the world. Missy had a wonderful weekend thanks to my mom and two of my friends. A friend of mine, who doesn't blog, took her to a fair on Saturday and swimming. And you all know &lt;a href="http://peanutbutterandjellyboats.com/"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/a&gt;, she has been my church mom all along. I never have had a chance to blog about her stepping in and taking Missy to church. But, she is now revealed! Missy is having a wonderful time going to church with her. For whatever reason, I think it's amazing she is being called by God to follow Him. Sheryl and her husband Scott really couldn't be anymore of a perfect match to help her through this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am kicking myself. I gave up just about everything to move in with the Tiger. All my belongings were either sold or given away because he already had a house full of stuff. So, now when I leave all I have is one dresser, one bed, a bookshelf, toys, clothes, and a cedar chest. Everything else I am going to need. Note to self: Do not make this mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am giving up school until January. I am sorry this will disappoint everyone. But, I cannot continue to go to Nursing school full time, work full time, and be a mom. Time to get off my butt and go back to work full time. I plan to enter back in school in January, possibly with a new major. One that I go to school part time and it not affect my life too much. Maybe something online would be ideal. Oh wait, I won't have a computer either. There's always my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a resume' and emailed it to a girl that manages an employment agency. I have an appointment to fill out an application there tomorrow so they can start placing me. I am trying for a job in Indiana, before I attempt to have to go back to Chicago. I don't want to do the commute again. But, that's where the money is........so we will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8016475363220418058?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8016475363220418058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8016475363220418058&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8016475363220418058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8016475363220418058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-thankful.html' title='I Am Thankful'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-7394040965355431061</id><published>2008-09-25T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:39:56.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><title type='text'>Please Turn The Lights On</title><content type='html'>It's dark in here. Someone turn the lights on. Please pray for me. This should be, by far, the saddest blog I hope to ever write. Life can't get any worse right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December, right before Christmas, I wrote a sad poem. I can't find it right now, because it was before I labeled all my posts. And I just don't have the energy to search for it right now. But, it was a poem about something that broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 months later and I am still not over that night. I don't think I ever will be. Tonight, my life took a turn I never thought it would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tiger and I broke up. Shocking, I know. I keep thinking over and over in my head. Is this real? How does a love you thought would never end all of a sudden just end? We haven't gotten along in a really long time. I've just been fighting the inevitable. But, it finally came out in the open. It is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now the questions play into my head...........how do I say good bye to 2 and 1/2 years? Where will I live? How will I finish school without his help? And what will I tell Missy? I have no idea how to tell her. How can I tell her that I managed to fail at giving her the only chance of a dad she ever had? I am not perfect. I really didn't fail. It just wasn't meant to be. I am not really to blame for this. Or am I? It still hurts so bad. I have a final on Monday. I don't have time for this. But, I must face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be strong and make it through this. It's late. I have no one to call. So I poured my heart out in my blog. Sorry if I've upset anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-7394040965355431061?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7394040965355431061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=7394040965355431061&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7394040965355431061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7394040965355431061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/09/please-turn-lights-on.html' title='Please Turn The Lights On'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-4895081209483791128</id><published>2008-09-16T20:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:10:15.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>And The Wedding.......</title><content type='html'>I will have more pictures soon. I am waiting for the CD that's going around to print out all the awesome pictures! But, for now these will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dress fit perfectly! 13 lbs. down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SNBmU5CLoTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/feMnLWkUSdk/s1600-h/Kopack+Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SNBmU5CLoTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/feMnLWkUSdk/s320/Kopack+Wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246806074980016434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maid of Honor Wore Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SNBluSLK7kI/AAAAAAAAAVo/aIt32ppM1-w/s1600-h/Kopack+Wedding+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SNBluSLK7kI/AAAAAAAAAVo/aIt32ppM1-w/s320/Kopack+Wedding+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246805411713707586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Mr. and Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SNBluCCIYaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/rKC2aD2N8oY/s1600-h/Kopack+Wedding+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SNBluCCIYaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/rKC2aD2N8oY/s320/Kopack+Wedding+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246805407380824482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Beautiful Couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SNBluYQnsII/AAAAAAAAAVw/RS21wnFPHzA/s1600-h/Kopack+Wedding+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SNBluYQnsII/AAAAAAAAAVw/RS21wnFPHzA/s320/Kopack+Wedding+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246805413347176578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all I have for now, but I don't have the CD yet to show you the rest! Someday they will pop up out of nowhere..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-4895081209483791128?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4895081209483791128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=4895081209483791128&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4895081209483791128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4895081209483791128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-wedding.html' title='And The Wedding.......'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SNBmU5CLoTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/feMnLWkUSdk/s72-c/Kopack+Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-870977321352518872</id><published>2008-09-05T06:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:35:48.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Something Fun'/><title type='text'>Real Quick! A Cute Picture</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine emailed me this pic from Labor Day. It's so cute I think. And look...........my neck looks skinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the "wedding weekend". See ya when I get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SMEU8gAXGrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AWl38_tZVm0/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Couple.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SMEU8gAXGrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AWl38_tZVm0/s320/Labor+Day+Couple.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242494470852123314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-870977321352518872?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/870977321352518872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=870977321352518872&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/870977321352518872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/870977321352518872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-quick-cute-picture.html' title='Real Quick! A Cute Picture'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SMEU8gAXGrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AWl38_tZVm0/s72-c/Labor+Day+Couple.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-1632808552842686364</id><published>2008-09-02T21:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:25:36.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Wanna See Something Gross?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: A follow up in my last blog. A wonderful girl that I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;been friends with for years has volunteered to join the "Missy Goes To Church"  team after reading my blog. I won't reveal her just yet, she knows who she is. She is a wonderful person and one of my dearest of friends. She reminds me of Mary Poppins. So poised, good natured, pretty, but she dresses better! This weekend will be their first outing and Missy is SO excited. More about that next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now on to todays' blog. So I've mentioned before I was in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his wedding. The dress is called "Pool". And my big butt didn't fit in the dress. I got tired of people telling me I was over reacting. "It'll be fine.  Don't worry" or "Please. You look little" was all I heard when I tried to talk about it  a couple of months ago. Guess what? I took proof there WAS something to worry about. So approaching my challenge, I took pictures. And no one has ever seen them........before now. So go ahead and look. They are a little blurry. It's hard to stand in a 12 inch bathroom, in a dress that is too small, try and take pictur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es, and pray no one in the house found you doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sorta fit from the front........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SL3_rBppBPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8dP6Bl2rZjc/s1600-h/Picture+753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SL3_rBppBPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8dP6Bl2rZjc/s320/Picture+753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241626655971673330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, didn't know I was the pregnant bridesmaid.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SL4CA-6WHXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QTDgbX7w0OM/s1600-h/Picture+752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SL4CA-6WHXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QTDgbX7w0OM/s320/Picture+752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241629232216808818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is really how far it zips up.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SL4CBDHjcZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TzVqFQ53Thw/s1600-h/Picture+754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SL4CBDHjcZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TzVqFQ53Thw/s320/Picture+754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241629233345950098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the question is........does the dress fit? Well, after shedding 12 pounds, I am proud to say it does. I don't look great in it, but that sucker zips up. I probably won't blog again before the weekend, so you'll just have to sit in suspense until my next post when I put the wedding pictures up to see the finished product. Tomorrow I go for the nail/toe thing (with Missy of course). After that, I will be moving on to turn my one eyebrow into two again. I love when I get to pay lots of money to be all princess-like for a weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-1632808552842686364?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1632808552842686364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=1632808552842686364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1632808552842686364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1632808552842686364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanna-see-something-gross.html' title='Wanna See Something Gross?'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SL3_rBppBPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8dP6Bl2rZjc/s72-c/Picture+753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2251137542597535731</id><published>2008-08-21T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:37:53.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>When God Calls You......</title><content type='html'>I've never claimed to be a religious person. God and I have had our ups and downs throughout life. I had a lot of tragic things happen to me over time so it was hard to keep faith during all of it. A couple of years ago, before the Tiger, Missy and I belonged to a church. We went every week. I can't exactly remember why we stopped going. But, then I started working on the weekends and church is no longer an option since I work on every Sunday. And starting next week, I will be in school at night on Mon. thru Thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, then there's Missy. This child craves to go to church. She's the only child I know around me that goes to her room to read her bible (not all the time, but it's random and cute). She has a children's bible and has been reading it for the past two years. She is constantly asking me when we can go back to church. But, I don't know the answer. I am in school for another 15 months so I'll be working weekends until then. And will it be too late then? Will she lose her interest by the time I'm available for church? What am I supposed to do? My mom watches her every Sunday while I work and she'd never take her to church. My mom is about the most un-religious person I know. But, I feel bad. It's almost as if God is calling to my child to come because she has no one religious around her and yet she still craves Him and is so curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2251137542597535731?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2251137542597535731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2251137542597535731&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2251137542597535731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2251137542597535731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-god-calls-you.html' title='When God Calls You......'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-117881184637608037</id><published>2008-08-11T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:28:59.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just A Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Random Night Of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Ok, this blog was inspired by an earlier post. Look 3 posts down......when I was tagged. Remember my hummingbird? Well, I was sitting at a friend's house tonight ....... and guess what? She has a hummingbird too! So I said it out loud. I said, "I wonder if you can make a hummingbird your pet." She responded and I kid you not.......we had a 15 min. conversation on capturing hummingbirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    School is right around the corner! Missy lost her 2nd tooth. She's getting so big. Yesterday, she left the nest for the first time. Tiger stood outside while she rode her bike around the corner to the park and back. I got choked up. It's the first time I wasn't there to watch out for cars and gravel and loose dogs....... what a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-117881184637608037?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/117881184637608037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=117881184637608037&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/117881184637608037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/117881184637608037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-night-of-thoughts.html' title='A Random Night Of Thoughts'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-5818394375653488954</id><published>2008-08-06T09:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:45:17.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Libby Lu Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missy and her cousin Lilybug doing the girl thang......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SJm3OffrfJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/38EiulGuzH0/s1600-h/Picture+736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SJm3OffrfJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/38EiulGuzH0/s320/Picture+736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231413901767965842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&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/3351155580690942963-5818394375653488954?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5818394375653488954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=5818394375653488954&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5818394375653488954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5818394375653488954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/08/wordless-wednesday-libby-lu-fun.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Libby Lu Fun!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SJm3OffrfJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/38EiulGuzH0/s72-c/Picture+736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8972996007314143894</id><published>2008-07-30T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:30:19.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - This Is My Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SJCHjl5y0DI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_61pulOBBuM/s1600-h/Picture+722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SJCHjl5y0DI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_61pulOBBuM/s320/Picture+722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228828212916834354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8972996007314143894?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8972996007314143894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8972996007314143894&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8972996007314143894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8972996007314143894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordless-wednesday-this-is-my-mama.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - This Is My Mama'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SJCHjl5y0DI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_61pulOBBuM/s72-c/Picture+722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8171414117995881529</id><published>2008-07-28T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:43:22.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>When You're Tagged..........</title><content type='html'>Holla y'all! I've been tagged by the lovely, sweet &lt;a href="http://peanutbutterandjellyboats.com/"&gt;Sheryl.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you want to know 6 randoms thing about me, huh? Read on my pets......read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not a shower singer. Never have been. I know my limits and singing is one of them. I only sing in the car when I am alone or when I am in a bar at 2:00 a.m. and do not remember that I am tone deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have control issues. I think I can finally admit that one. I just like things in my life to be "just so" and I have a hard time when there is chaos and not organization. At 1, Missy started lining her shoes up by pairs in her closet. Hmmmmm, maybe I put the same irrational thoughts in her??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There is a hummingbird outside my window right now. It's so cute and just hanging out there as if to tell me my flower boxes are just too dirty and can't be stepped on. I wonder if you can catch a hummingbird and keep it in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tiger hates the TV and I am secretly in love with it. All its beautiful channels and funny little shows. If it were up to him, we would get rid of all of the televisions and quit poisoning our brains. If it were up to me, I'd install one in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It's finals week and I couldn't be happier. I am ready to move on and past chemistry and advanced algebra! By the way, I hate my school. Since I didn't pass that one class back in January, I have to take it again in fall. Ok, fine. No big deal. Except they told me the only "room" for me is in the night program. Thank you Ivy Tech for helping ruin my life just a little bit more and complicating things again. Geez, all I want is a Nursing degree. These people are doing everything to try and stop me I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If I don't continue to lose weight for Steph's wedding, I am screwed. That dress still doesn't fit me. I'm down 6 pounds, but I really just wish I could afford liposuction. It's taking forever the hard way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these 6 must be tagged. If you were already tagged, do it again and amuse. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://lifeisshortpartakeinhappyhour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://milkandhoney.wordpress.com/"&gt;Milk and Honey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://addhumorandfaith.wordpress.com/"&gt;Add Humor and Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://riprunninroarin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rip Roarin and Runnin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://ohmeohmymywonderfulmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oh me oh my ...... and her wonderful men. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and remember #1? Here's proof of me forgetting that I was tone deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SI3a1Ia4qXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9lMx38DEwlI/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+Picture+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SI3a1Ia4qXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9lMx38DEwlI/s320/Copy+%282%29+of+Picture+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228075348775184754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peanutbutterandjellyboats.com/"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8171414117995881529?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8171414117995881529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8171414117995881529&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8171414117995881529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8171414117995881529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-youre-tagged.html' title='When You&apos;re Tagged..........'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SI3a1Ia4qXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9lMx38DEwlI/s72-c/Copy+%282%29+of+Picture+242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8008955679609857925</id><published>2008-07-25T06:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T06:57:37.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>My Baby Broke Herself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIm_CtSKxcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UBOMDdXuEtI/s1600-h/Picture+745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIm_CtSKxcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UBOMDdXuEtI/s320/Picture+745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226918895776613826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, so far the week isn't ending like I thought it would. Tiger is out of town in Colorado. Missy was heading off last night to Michigan with my friends (I have to work all weekend, yuck). It was going to be More Than A Single Mom's BIG single weekend! I had lots of plans......dinners with my cousins on Friday, a girly movie and bubble bath all alone on Saturday, and studying in peace and quiet on Sunday. However, things never go as planned when you have children............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were packing the car for the girls to head to Michigan, my daughter and her friend were playing on the swing set. Didn't go so well. Missy fell and hit her face on the wooden pole of the swing set. Off to the ER we went. 2 stiches on the top. 1 stitch on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIm_c48tb0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/DqSmw9AON8o/s1600-h/Picture+743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIm_c48tb0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/DqSmw9AON8o/s320/Picture+743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226919345584435010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I must say.......I am gonna be a damn good nurse. There was lots of blood. A LOT of blood. I was calm the whole time. I wish I could say the same about my friend, her daughter, and Missy. They were all crying. Whew. I am glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the girly movie and bubble bath will have to be put off...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8008955679609857925?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8008955679609857925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8008955679609857925&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8008955679609857925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8008955679609857925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-baby-broke-herself.html' title='My Baby Broke Herself'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIm_CtSKxcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UBOMDdXuEtI/s72-c/Picture+745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8350387463473330812</id><published>2008-07-23T06:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:06:31.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Fun With Wigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIcecInVR7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/yVFWHW21vJ0/s1600-h/Picture+739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIcecInVR7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/yVFWHW21vJ0/s320/Picture+739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226179361284376498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Steph. Her friends threw her a surprise birthday party and I got to meet lots of new people (good thing too cuz I am in her wedding and I didn't know anyone!). Anyway, we went to this surprise party.  And at this party was wigs. Lots and lots of wigs. We had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIcecsihJ8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/PHdpEvqs1_8/s1600-h/Picture+742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIcecsihJ8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/PHdpEvqs1_8/s320/Picture+742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226179370927859650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8350387463473330812?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8350387463473330812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8350387463473330812&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8350387463473330812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8350387463473330812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordless-wednesday-fun-with-wigs.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Fun With Wigs'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIcecInVR7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/yVFWHW21vJ0/s72-c/Picture+739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-5594359559283732328</id><published>2008-07-18T06:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T06:32:04.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>My First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIB-3ECWWGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xgO8i72MQhU/s1600-h/1st+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIB-3ECWWGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xgO8i72MQhU/s320/1st+birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224315052191275106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holla! More Than A Single Mom turns 1 today! Seriously, check out my &lt;a href="http://http//morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-to-this-should-i-dare-try-it.html"&gt;first blog entry&lt;/a&gt; ever. I was just taking a few minutes to look over some of my older posts. I just crack myself up sometimes. It's neat to look at it all. Kinda like a diary -- with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Missy turned 7 yesterday. We went to Libby Lu......pictures soon. My little girl is growing up so fast. Looking at her makes me want another baby. Baby fever for sure in this house. I can finally say that I really do miss her younger years. I thought they were hard back then during it all because I was young and single. Heck, that was the easy stuff. Bigger kids. Bigger Problems. She'll be a teenager after I blink it seems. A teenager. Yuck. The awkward stage of life. Ok, maybe I just freaked myself out enough to hold off that having another baby thing! Ha Ha........but really, just go back to being 2 Missy. I liked 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What your favorite age in your kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-5594359559283732328?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5594359559283732328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=5594359559283732328&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5594359559283732328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5594359559283732328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-birthday.html' title='My First Birthday'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SIB-3ECWWGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xgO8i72MQhU/s72-c/1st+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-767791750251754383</id><published>2008-07-16T23:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:56:26.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Something Fun'/><title type='text'>A Summer Update Through Pictures</title><content type='html'>I owe my blog lots of pictures. This is More Than A Single Mom's summer so far -- in a nut shell. What better way to say it than with pictures??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First - There was summer fun in our backyard.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7SN4f8QAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9ccy6ae2JCQ/s1600-h/Picture+687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7SN4f8QAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9ccy6ae2JCQ/s320/Picture+687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843753742843906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7SNfun8RI/AAAAAAAAALw/ni5cE4zb3wU/s1600-h/Picture+689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7SNfun8RI/AAAAAAAAALw/ni5cE4zb3wU/s320/Picture+689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843747093541138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then there was a camping trip.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7W5btXA1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/JSqGGKchLGE/s1600-h/Picture+715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7W5btXA1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/JSqGGKchLGE/s320/Picture+715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223848899975250770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7V8GsY06I/AAAAAAAAAMY/WCLhj4pBlPs/s1600-h/Picture+705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7V8GsY06I/AAAAAAAAAMY/WCLhj4pBlPs/s320/Picture+705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223847846362010530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7V7hJTNJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Bgn-nSd01IU/s1600-h/Picture+712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7V7hJTNJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Bgn-nSd01IU/s320/Picture+712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223847836282729618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7V8mWTLKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Lkn6RuteiQw/s1600-h/Picture+691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7V8mWTLKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Lkn6RuteiQw/s320/Picture+691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223847854859300002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7V7bMO3FI/AAAAAAAAAMI/O-SflId_cgg/s1600-h/Picture+699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7V7bMO3FI/AAAAAAAAAMI/O-SflId_cgg/s320/Picture+699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223847834684415058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then there was 4th of July (my favorite holiday).........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7Yjat6EEI/AAAAAAAAANA/RUrFKeCBBLs/s1600-h/Picture+725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7Yjat6EEI/AAAAAAAAANA/RUrFKeCBBLs/s320/Picture+725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223850720775245890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7aEZhwpXI/AAAAAAAAANI/YC2iqolTO7E/s1600-h/Picture+723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7aEZhwpXI/AAAAAAAAANI/YC2iqolTO7E/s320/Picture+723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223852386903172466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7YjO2x_wI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cQkGgQsfdkU/s1600-h/Picture+727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7YjO2x_wI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cQkGgQsfdkU/s320/Picture+727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223850717591240450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember that tooth? Well, it finally came out! Bottom tooth, hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7bvYYUNaI/AAAAAAAAANY/22TDXAGQ8As/s1600-h/Picture+683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7bvYYUNaI/AAAAAAAAANY/22TDXAGQ8As/s320/Picture+683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223854224841127330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last, but not least, Missy is turning 7! Happy birthday sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7daMCLVOI/AAAAAAAAANo/bKwxRPb6KfU/s1600-h/Picture+685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7daMCLVOI/AAAAAAAAANo/bKwxRPb6KfU/s320/Picture+685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223856059773048034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7danSE7RI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qas_Bg-2WYQ/s1600-h/Picture+686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7danSE7RI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qas_Bg-2WYQ/s320/Picture+686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223856067087494418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-767791750251754383?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/767791750251754383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=767791750251754383&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/767791750251754383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/767791750251754383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-update-through-pictures.html' title='A Summer Update Through Pictures'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SH7SN4f8QAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9ccy6ae2JCQ/s72-c/Picture+687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-7387391411439605492</id><published>2008-07-02T06:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:31:18.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><title type='text'>One Minute Inside A Woman's Head</title><content type='html'>I haven't been ignoring everyone, but I came back from camping to NO COMPUTER. It was almost like losing a child. I came home and noticed right away the bare spot on the desk. Our computer got sick while I was gone. She needed to be fixed. Stupid viruses. BUT, we are back...... and I have 10 minutes to spare before I wake the child so that I can go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to tell...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missy's tooth is STILL in her mouth. The back lifts out now, but the front? Still completely stuck in there. I am losing my mind over this tooth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More Than A Single Mom has been sober for 48 hours........from smoking. Those that know me know just how addicted I am to smoking. When people think of me, they think of the cigarette hanging out of my mouth. Not anymore. I am trying to kick the habit - for good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will put pictures up of the camping trip soon. Not enough time this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my blog site turns 1 this month!!! A whole year of blogging. Damn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have so much going on this month that I am dizzy thinking about it. I have school, work, and Missy's birthday. I have family seeing my house for the first time in 9 days and it's a wreck. Not freaking out yet though. Will start freaking out next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me, Math, and Chemistry have been battling day and night. Man oh man, I CANNOT wait for the summer semester to be over. I'd rather be struggling through my nursing classes any day over this junk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND if my chemistry teacher tells me ONE MORE TIME that I will need this for my career I am going to scream. Last time I checked I will not need to know the difference between the element Boron and Titanium in order to help save lives. Could be wrong, but pretty sure I am not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More Than A Single Mom is in a wedding of a dear, old friend from school. And she's wearing turquoise. I love the girl........but turquoise? Really? That's just cruel. So I've been on a hard work out regimen since I quit smoking (did I mention that was over 48 hours ago?). I truly believe fat people do not look good in turquoise. Oh, and did I mention the part about how I DO NOT fit in the dress. Major changes must be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I've got more to tell, but I must be off to make some lunches and get the little one up. Toodles my pets..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-7387391411439605492?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7387391411439605492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=7387391411439605492&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7387391411439605492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7387391411439605492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-minute-inside-womans-head.html' title='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2927575085293196383</id><published>2008-06-17T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:14:09.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>Can We Say C-A-M-P-I-N-G?</title><content type='html'>Every year.....for the past 13 years or so, our family goes to a place called Shakamak State Park. It's 3 and 1/2 hours away. On a boring drive through flatland also known as Indiana. My parents stopped going years ago. My mom said camping isn't a vacation. She works harder when she's camping than at home. She no likey. But, my friends and I take our daughters every June. It's a "girl trip". It's cool because we all have little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Shakamak is CLOSED this year. We were freaking out. All the storms that everyone have been having majorly affected Southern Indiana. There's no camping because they are on a boil order for water and you can't take showers or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention when I say camping, I really mean we are staying in a cabin. Yes, I call this camping. Tiger thinks I am NUTS whenever I say it. But hey, there are bats in the walls of the cabin and once, when I was 17 I ran over a snake in the campground. To me, that's pretty damn close to camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we are off to a new vacation. It's bittersweet. I love going new places, but I can't imagine not being at Shakamak in June. Tomorrow we leave for White Water Memorial Park (Missy and I call it Shakamak 2). We will be back on Saturday. Bye Y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some pics from last year. New ones when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SFf-nxFo4WI/AAAAAAAAALo/9Np9XOJfwH0/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+Picture+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SFf-nxFo4WI/AAAAAAAAALo/9Np9XOJfwH0/s320/Copy+%282%29+of+Picture+282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212915052849979746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SFf-mzGzw1I/AAAAAAAAALY/NBikKwidA28/s1600-h/Missy+up+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SFf-mzGzw1I/AAAAAAAAALY/NBikKwidA28/s320/Missy+up+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212915036211888978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SFf-nbfQuGI/AAAAAAAAALg/R5ZzIVWcpt0/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+Picture+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SFf-nbfQuGI/AAAAAAAAALg/R5ZzIVWcpt0/s320/Copy+%282%29+of+Picture+270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212915047051868258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2927575085293196383?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2927575085293196383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2927575085293196383&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2927575085293196383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2927575085293196383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-we-say-c-m-p-i-n-g.html' title='Can We Say C-A-M-P-I-N-G?'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SFf-nxFo4WI/AAAAAAAAALo/9Np9XOJfwH0/s72-c/Copy+%282%29+of+Picture+282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-3889791799189302221</id><published>2008-06-12T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:15:37.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>How Do I ???</title><content type='html'>HELP everyone! Missy has had a loose tooth for almost two months! Well, it's been at least a month and a half. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really long time.  &lt;/span&gt;The girl is afraid to sit and play with it (this is her first loose tooth). To me, this is strange. I thought all kids go above and beyond to get some dough from the tooth fairy. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now I grow concern. The permanent tooth is starting to grow behind it! Ugh. I had her eat an apple last night. It's still there. I tried to twist it but my big mambo fingers don't fit well in her little mouth. I tried to take a string and just yank it out. That only hurt my ears as Missy screamed bloody murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a mom to do? I want this tooth out so she has a better chance of a permanent tooth growing in straight. Any ideas????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-3889791799189302221?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3889791799189302221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=3889791799189302221&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3889791799189302221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3889791799189302221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-do-i.html' title='How Do I ???'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-4436848163078483466</id><published>2008-06-11T06:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:43:11.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Lost Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SE-5csViK2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/vgHPjc9QisU/s1600-h/Picture+569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SE-5csViK2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/vgHPjc9QisU/s320/Picture+569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210587196479908706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Don't you love when you go back through your camera and you see a picture that cracks you up..........one that was long forgotten?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-4436848163078483466?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4436848163078483466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=4436848163078483466&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4436848163078483466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4436848163078483466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/06/wordless-wednesday-lost-picture.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Lost Picture'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SE-5csViK2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/vgHPjc9QisU/s72-c/Picture+569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8574696267921206672</id><published>2008-06-06T06:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:47:20.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Growing Before My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missy on the first day of school. Seems like that was just last week! Remember these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SEkeBpKPi9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZJeSKi3XRQg/s1600-h/1st+grade+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SEkeBpKPi9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZJeSKi3XRQg/s320/1st+grade+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208727457608207314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SEkeADHXtGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LqUjUf0xRMQ/s1600-h/Backpack+1st+grade+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SEkeADHXtGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LqUjUf0xRMQ/s320/Backpack+1st+grade+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208727430215742562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy on the last day of of first grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SEkjQCIfqRI/AAAAAAAAALI/xU2VcOPqB84/s1600-h/Picture+682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SEkjQCIfqRI/AAAAAAAAALI/xU2VcOPqB84/s320/Picture+682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208733202388068626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SEkjPquuUuI/AAAAAAAAALA/Rlc3pJw26Mo/s1600-h/Picture+681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SEkjPquuUuI/AAAAAAAAALA/Rlc3pJw26Mo/s320/Picture+681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208733196105962210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8574696267921206672?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8574696267921206672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8574696267921206672&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8574696267921206672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8574696267921206672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/06/growing-before-my-eyes.html' title='Growing Before My Eyes'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SEkeBpKPi9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZJeSKi3XRQg/s72-c/1st+grade+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-3975662725545172353</id><published>2008-05-30T20:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:49:14.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>Hot Lava</title><content type='html'>You know your kid drives you nuts in the store sometimes. This has happened to all of us. Now, my daughter is pretty good when we are out in public. But, at 6, she sometimes forgets how to act like a normal human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had to go to Meijer. Oh, Mommy already spent almost $200 in groceries there on Wednesday. But, I always forget at least one thing. Even with a list. That's just who I am. Always forgetting an ingredient to something that I currently need. Even with a list. It's very annoying. And not cheap on my gas tank either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Tiger falls asleep early. I take the child. Oh geez. I should've just left her with the sleeping Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in and from the front door all the way to the food section it's skip, skip, skip, flop, flop, flop while she's holding my hand. I said, "Missy what in the world are you doing? People are starting to look at us." Her reply? "Well Mommy I can only step on the white ones because if I step on the gray I will burn up in the lava and die." Well, darn Meijer for having gray and white tile. Not just one color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what the heck? We don't want the child dying in lava on a rainy Friday night, do we? That all would've been fine if I didn't have to hear every two seconds, "OH NO Mommy you are dying in lava. I am going to be left all alone because you didn't follow the rules!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was some chips for a party tomorrow I have to go to. Instead, I think I was burnt alive in hot lava about 47 times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-3975662725545172353?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3975662725545172353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=3975662725545172353&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3975662725545172353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3975662725545172353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-lava.html' title='Hot Lava'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2400136144920720395</id><published>2008-05-29T22:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:42:03.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writings'/><title type='text'>The Young Buck</title><content type='html'>They'll never know exactly why he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the news, everyone cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 24, he took his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did this over a girl? But, she wasn't even made his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us, he was always just a "young buck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thug who never gave a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was invincible, no one could ever get to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to go and do this, just on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not warn anyone or to say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt his only way out was to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TR Thugs 4-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**I just wrote this for a man who was found dead today that I grew up with. We come from a small trailer park that was surrounded by corn fields. As children, all of us formed a unique bond that will never be broken. There's a lot of us, but we were invincible. The trailer park out in the middle of nowhere. We made our own community. Even as an adult quickly heading towards 30, the most content place of my life was in that trailer park. There's a serenity there like no other. TR Thugs 4-ever. That's who we are. To the man of today's blog, I'm so sorry to see you go like this. Take care young buck.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2400136144920720395?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2400136144920720395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2400136144920720395&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2400136144920720395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2400136144920720395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/05/young-buck.html' title='The Young Buck'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2121229222693009267</id><published>2008-05-28T08:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:23:47.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SD1cc52JR9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0fnYd9NHYi8/s1600-h/Picture+641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SD1cc52JR9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0fnYd9NHYi8/s320/Picture+641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205418395944175570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A pic of the Tiger, The Raging Hormone (aka my little brother), and Missy.....after waiting for an hour and a 1/2 to be seated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2121229222693009267?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2121229222693009267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2121229222693009267&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2121229222693009267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2121229222693009267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SD1cc52JR9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0fnYd9NHYi8/s72-c/Picture+641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-7458919894242453735</id><published>2008-05-27T06:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:56:31.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>I Have This New Life........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SDv1B52JR6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/b5M-M1l-7oI/s1600-h/Picture+656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SDv1B52JR6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/b5M-M1l-7oI/s320/Picture+656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205023207413335970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm back! I'm back! The vacation was wonderful, but I was reminded there that it can snow at anytime in Colorado. We ate. We shopped with hippies. We ate. We played with the baby. We played with the dog. We slept. We shopped. And we ate some more. We went to the best candy store ever! Here are a few pics................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I have this new awesome life. I am on break from school until June 9th.......and I have to say, it's AWESOME. I forgot how fun things can be! I've been out drinking, catching up with old friends, shopping, cleaning.......and most of my laundry is clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I've been a bit selfish lately. I am falling in love with just working on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. All last week I spent Monday thru Thursday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone.  &lt;/span&gt;The Tiger and Missy were off at school and work. There is something sooooooo peaceful about being alone all day. I am going to miss that when I have to go back to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SDv1Cp2JR7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/NO3rynymHrM/s1600-h/Picture+661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SDv1Cp2JR7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/NO3rynymHrM/s320/Picture+661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205023220298237874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SDv1C52JR8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/myN_GMCelpg/s1600-h/Picture+665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SDv1C52JR8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/myN_GMCelpg/s320/Picture+665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205023224593205186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-7458919894242453735?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7458919894242453735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=7458919894242453735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7458919894242453735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7458919894242453735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-this-new-life.html' title='I Have This New Life........'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SDv1B52JR6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/b5M-M1l-7oI/s72-c/Picture+656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-4377097155982033271</id><published>2008-05-10T06:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T06:43:15.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Proud To Be A Mom.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SCWJlP6fc5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lSrIptqjvzQ/s1600-h/Picture+619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SCWJlP6fc5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lSrIptqjvzQ/s320/Picture+619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198712617889133458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SCWJlv6fc7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/OEIqEwcnwKs/s1600-h/Picture+576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SCWJlv6fc7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/OEIqEwcnwKs/s320/Picture+576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198712626479068082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-4377097155982033271?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4377097155982033271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=4377097155982033271&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4377097155982033271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4377097155982033271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/05/proud-to-be-mom.html' title='Proud To Be A Mom.............'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SCWJlP6fc5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lSrIptqjvzQ/s72-c/Picture+619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-7833301799208466535</id><published>2008-05-07T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:28:21.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Days'/><title type='text'>A "Pat Yourself On The Back" Kind Of Day</title><content type='html'>More Than A Single Mom FINALLY passed something. HOLLA! I actually passed Pharmacology.......barely. But, what matters is that I passed. Built my confidence back up a little bit. It's hard to study night after night and not get good grades. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I am picking the wrong profession. I want to help people........but that darn textbook is so hard to memorize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were these girls in my class today that were getting held back from Med/Surg. Some of them from Pharm too. They were all sad. This girl goes to me, "But, you don't understand. Now my graduation date is pushed back 6 months." Oh yeah sista.........try taking a 5 week Make It or Break It class and pull a 74.2% and need a 74.5% (which rounds to the 75% you really need) and watch all your friends move on. Believe me. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 4 days until Colorado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-7833301799208466535?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7833301799208466535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=7833301799208466535&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7833301799208466535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7833301799208466535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/05/pat-yourself-on-back-kind-of-day.html' title='A &quot;Pat Yourself On The Back&quot; Kind Of Day'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-5959717718728870459</id><published>2008-04-30T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:52:20.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Time to Breathe</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh, things are starting to slow down......finally. End of the semester is almost here. Just one more week. How is that going, you ask? Well, I'll probably be repeating most of this semester over in the fall. It's ok. No pity. I've come to grips with it all. Nursing school is by far the hardest thing I've ever accomplished. It might take me longer to get the degree now, but no worries.......it'll be mine eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My job. Well, I've been there almost 4 and 1/2 months. So far, I've remembered to remove all the staples. I'm a natural. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The house guests are all gone. The Raging Hormone (a.k.a. my little brother) had a blast this time around. The Tiger took him to a gun show and shooting. Plus, mom let him bring the Playstation 3. So, he was happy. Oh, he taught me something new. Did you know that only female mosquitoes suck blood? There must be A LOT of female mosquitoes out there. Hmmmm, this I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm going to Colorado. Yep, that's right. My best friend Jaime had a baby (little girl Jacy) and I get to go and visit them! The Tiger bought tickets for me and Missy to go for my birthday. He said I needed a break after the semester was over and he knew I'd love to go see the baby and that I'd probably never spend the money on myself to take a trip (he's right). I am sooooooooo excited.  Jaime and I have been best friends since we were 6. This is her first baby. So, you can imagine what it's going to be like. And it's hard now that she lives across the country these days. I'll be crying all week. When I had Missy, we were too young to get all emotional and stuff. You learn to appreciate different things as you get older. Where was I? Oh yeah. So, in 11 days I leave for VACATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, and I need to CONGRATULATE &lt;a href="http://peanutbutterandjellyboats.com/"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/a&gt;....she just had her first baby girl and she is GORGEOUS. I love her name. Just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Other than that, I just truly miss blogging with everyone. It's so hard to find the time. I am hoping things will get a little caught up on my 3 week break from school. 3 WHOLE weeks. How awesome is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SBkwFUn8JVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eP4_g7zvZmA/s1600-h/Picture+610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SBkwFUn8JVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eP4_g7zvZmA/s320/Picture+610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195236513142285650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of Missy, because it's been awhile. Here she is winning 1st place with her cheerleading team. She also took 1st place in the individual jump off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-5959717718728870459?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5959717718728870459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=5959717718728870459&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5959717718728870459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5959717718728870459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-breathe.html' title='Time to Breathe'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SBkwFUn8JVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eP4_g7zvZmA/s72-c/Picture+610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-5217665357592635031</id><published>2008-04-14T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:38:08.083-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Company'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Brother'/><title type='text'>Another Deadline Reached</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, it's Monday, April 14th at about 10:30 p.m. The house is quiet. Not even a Tiger stirred throughout. And what did this girl do with all the peace and quiet? Well, she filed her taxes of course! Whew.......I really wasn't sure if I was going to make this deadline or not. But, I did. And my refund shall be here in a week or two. You gotta love technology. Sitting here in my pajamas and glasses, it all came as a touch of a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Than A Single Mom is about to be the hostess of the month I think. Tomorrow, I get a house full of guests......for about 10 days. My brother is staying with us because my parents are on a cruise. &lt;a href="http://http//morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/search/label/Little%20Brother"&gt;Remember him from last year?&lt;/a&gt; Well he's back folks. He's now 14 and his hair is still long and gross. But, it's "Cool" I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you remember this &lt;a href="http://http//morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/search/label/Milestones"&gt;adorable little family&lt;/a&gt;? The Marine and his family are coming in tomorrow night. Ironically, in all 52 weeks of the year, they all planned their vacations in my home ........on the same week. Don't forget, the Tiger, Missy, and I are already occupying this space and we aren't used to 3 extra people and a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be fun. It's going to be torture. I can't wait. But, I'll make sure to get pictures of it all..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-5217665357592635031?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5217665357592635031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=5217665357592635031&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5217665357592635031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5217665357592635031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-deadline-reached.html' title='Another Deadline Reached'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6851160390196104753</id><published>2008-04-10T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:38:58.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><title type='text'>Uncle Sam</title><content type='html'>Dear Uncle Sam (aka The Government),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am so sorry. Tax season snuck up on me again this year. Between studying, working, raising the cheerleader, and making dinners........I forgot all about you. Where did I put my W2? Oh yeah. In the "I'll get to it someday" pile on the kitchen table. I told myself I would be better this year. I said, "I'll have it done by the end of February next year." Where'd February go? Oh, and March? Wow this year is flying by. Sorry that it's almost April 11th and I haven't even begun to prepare my taxes. I'm only one woman over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busy taxpayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Am I the ONLY one who hasn't filed their taxes yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6851160390196104753?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6851160390196104753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6851160390196104753&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6851160390196104753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6851160390196104753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/04/uncle-sam.html' title='Uncle Sam'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2107715001549092247</id><published>2008-04-01T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:34:36.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just A Day'/><title type='text'>Spring, Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>I am so fed up with the indoors. I am ready to be out and about. To go camping. To BBQ instead of baking or pan frying. To lay out and catch skin cancer because I think fat looks better tan.  To study.....by a pool, not on the couch. Get my drift? I am so over being cold! Yeah, we've had a few good days where we thought spring was coming.........but come on! Sunshine, Sunshine Come Out Where Ever You Are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R_L-I7EWxMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MFzoX_14QDs/s1600-h/Picture+616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R_L-I7EWxMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MFzoX_14QDs/s320/Picture+616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184485550305232066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of a day when we thought a bit of spring was going to come out and play with us. She dressed herself that day (hard to tell, but she is in all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camouflage&lt;/span&gt; and cowboy boots.) And yes, the throat is healing up nicely. She's back to her normal little self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2107715001549092247?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2107715001549092247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2107715001549092247&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2107715001549092247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2107715001549092247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-where-are-you.html' title='Spring, Where Are You?'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R_L-I7EWxMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MFzoX_14QDs/s72-c/Picture+616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8629833846721833327</id><published>2008-03-24T18:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:05:49.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>And He Comes Home...........</title><content type='html'>Let's all Welcome Back........the Tiger's brother. We'll call him "The Marine." Here he is coming home from Iraq the day before Easter. It's the first time he's meeting his baby boy. He left the States last August. His son was born two months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  A picture that just melts my heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R-hBn7EWxLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EQZtNC9g-o4/s1600-h/Michael+Nathan+Lisa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R-hBn7EWxLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EQZtNC9g-o4/s320/Michael+Nathan+Lisa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181463525416420530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8629833846721833327?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8629833846721833327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8629833846721833327&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8629833846721833327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8629833846721833327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-he-comes-home.html' title='And He Comes Home...........'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R-hBn7EWxLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EQZtNC9g-o4/s72-c/Michael+Nathan+Lisa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-9063765480971223167</id><published>2008-03-19T19:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:43:19.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>VItamins Cut You</title><content type='html'>This morning was an odd morning to say the least. It was a normal Wednesday. We all get up and go to school Wednesday mornings. Like a bunch of kids. It's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy gets up and says, "My throat hurts." Uh-oh. She's sick, I immediately think. She hasn't been sick all year. We don't get our new insurance until next week. So, of course she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am checking her all around. She feels cool. Hmmmmm. Then she says, "Mommy I have to tell you something." Uh-oh. I think again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Last night when you gave me my vitamin I fell asleep with it in my mouth." I said, "Ok, no big deal. But, you must chew them completely so you don't choke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy says, "No mommy. It's stuck to the inside of my cheek." WHAT? So I look. It sure was. Darn thing never dissolved. I gently pull it from her cheeck, and it took a small piece with it. Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it gets worse. I take a flash light to her mouth and her poor little throat has tears and cuts all through it. Nope, didn't even remotely look like Strep to me. But, what was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call the pediatrician on my break during school and it's from the vitamin! Did you know that certian food left in the back of your mouth for prolonged amounts of time can tear your esophagus? Well it can. Apparently, the chemicals in the vitamin were broken down and little chunks of the vitamin rested on her throat all night, tearing the inside of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically she can't eat anything other than soft foods. Dinner was quite fun in our house tonight. And trying to get her to gargle with salt water before bed will be even MORE fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet my Wednesday was weirder than yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-9063765480971223167?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/9063765480971223167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=9063765480971223167&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/9063765480971223167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/9063765480971223167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/03/vitamins-cut-you.html' title='VItamins Cut You'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-1657686310045095357</id><published>2008-03-07T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:48:34.749-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>100 Things To Say</title><content type='html'>HOLLA! It's More Than A Single Mom's 100th post. And believe it or not, I think there may be people that have read most of those posts! I miss you and love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, let me leave you with this little story. Tiger is an environmentalist at heart. He's so anal about paper plates and walking and water and I could go on and on. We hate the Nipsco bill, especially in the winter. Feel my pain? Damn midwest winters. Anyhow, we decided forever ago to share the utility bills every month, alternating who pays it each month. So, this brings me to my little story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in the bathroom one morning brushing our teeth and getting the crusts out of our eyes at 5:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger turns the water off. Continues brushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give him the early morning glare that says, "Don't mess with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him not understanding that I haven't had caffeine yet, decides to smirk through his toothpaste and turn the water off. This went on a couple of more times.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when he turns the water off while I am brushing my teeth. Growing up, we just left the water on when we brushed our teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me and says, "How many times must I tell you that it's wasteful to leave the water on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply? "It's not my month to pay the water bil." Turned the water on one last time before I left the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point: Just don't annoy me before I've had some caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****My question to you. Do you turn the water off when you brush your teeth? Or do you leave the water running?****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-1657686310045095357?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1657686310045095357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=1657686310045095357&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1657686310045095357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1657686310045095357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/03/100-things-to-say.html' title='100 Things To Say'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-4601546701130429483</id><published>2008-02-25T15:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:30:38.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just A Day'/><title type='text'>Rain Drops On Monday</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile. So much has happened. Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this school thing. Wow, oh-so-hard. I wish I did this when I was 18-ish. It's been a rocky trip so far. My hellish 5 week class that began my nursing school career didn't go so well. I needed a 75% to pass the class. I got a 74%. You know what that means? It means I didn't pass! Duh. So I have to re-take the class in August. Just wonderful. I cried for days. I yelled. I spit. I punched the air.  And  now I think the temper tantrum is over.  I must pick up and move on. So, for now I am just trying to conquer the world of Pharmacology. BUT, I got a tutor! My new Pharm tutor in case things go tough..........well, she's none other than the wonderful expert blogger......the one, the only......&lt;a href="http://www.crookedeyebrow.com"&gt;Crooked Eyebrow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned the part yet about me gaining 16 pounds since Thanksgiving? Wow, all the holidays and more all rolled up into my belly! Between the holidays and staying up late at night studying with a fistful of cheetos and pepsi, I managed to outgrow just about everything I own. At first, I thought out dryer broke and it shrunk all my clothes. But, the scale told a whole different story. So, where did More Than A Single Mom go today? To the GYM! All by myself. No one even dragged me there. I decided on not buying a new wardrobe.  Instead, I am trying to introduce myself to a healthier lifestyle. And this new lifestyle does not include eating a package of powdered sugar donuts at midnight to give a little boost for studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-4601546701130429483?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4601546701130429483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=4601546701130429483&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4601546701130429483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4601546701130429483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/02/rain-drops-on-monday.html' title='Rain Drops On Monday'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8653140951708484148</id><published>2008-01-30T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:35:54.225-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tests'/><title type='text'>And Then She Flunked......</title><content type='html'>It's True. More Than A Single Mom isn't having fun in school. I flunked a test. Wow. I can't believe I said that. I still can't say it out loud, but I'm ready to type it. Can you hear me blogging world? I failed a freaking test. Not exactly the best way to pass this 5 week-class-from-hell. And make note that I got a 69% on the test, but passing in Nursing school is 75%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life is the same.  I miss the Internet. I miss my email. I miss all of you. It's funny. I think of things I want to blog about when I am in school or driving, but never find time to get to a computer. Then, when I am finally here for the first time in over a week (I think).......I am blank. With nothing to say. Oh yeah, because I can't stop thinking about that test. Grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and read a few blogs right now. Then it's off to vocab words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss my Cyber World. Be back when I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8653140951708484148?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8653140951708484148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8653140951708484148&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8653140951708484148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8653140951708484148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-then-she-flunked.html' title='And Then She Flunked......'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-4858238284022202096</id><published>2008-01-22T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:01:57.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if I end up with a C..........</title><content type='html'>Let me first start off by saying, what in the world are all you bloggers drinking? Pregnancy is in the air. I took a week or two off of blogging to get my thoughts straight and BAM! &lt;a href="http://www.peanutbutterandjellyboats.com/"&gt;She&lt;/a&gt; started the whole thing.  Then it was this &lt;a href="www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/i_should_be_folding_laund/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; showed up with TWO babies in the belly. And &lt;a href="milkandhoney.wordpress.com/"&gt;this gal&lt;/a&gt; is having her FIRST baby. But, this &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; couldn't be outdone by deciding to have her FOURTH! Am I missing anyone out there? I think I am.  Congrats to you all! I'll join you all ........mmmmmm.......maybe someday? For now, I am hitting the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this first 5 week class for Nursing school.........barely holding my head up in there. I am fastly heading towards a C and I haven't had a C yet since I started college! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out for now. Later gators!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-4858238284022202096?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4858238284022202096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=4858238284022202096&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4858238284022202096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4858238284022202096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-end-up-with-c.html' title='if I end up with a C..........'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-9106050276004138592</id><published>2008-01-18T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:05:45.856-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>What's A Blog?</title><content type='html'>Wow. I forgot how to use the computer. It's been awhile huh? You may want to know what my new life is like. Well, I am not sure which was harder.......the old life or the new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to say that my first week of school was hard, it would be an understatement. &lt;a href="http://crookedeyebrow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crooked Eyebrow&lt;/a&gt;, how exactly was it that you made it through Nursing school? Because, I almost didn't make it my first week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this......first day of class the teacher says I want you to memorize this abbreviation for tomorrow's quiz.......and read the first 10 chapters by Wednesday for a test. And there's another quiz on Thursday. By today, I am beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had a chance to read all your blogs yet, but I will get to them over MLK day on Monday! Going to school does have it's advantages.......I have Monday off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-9106050276004138592?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/9106050276004138592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=9106050276004138592&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/9106050276004138592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/9106050276004138592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-blog.html' title='What&apos;s A Blog?'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-3731565005591887878</id><published>2008-01-10T06:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:13:36.275-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback Thursdays'/><title type='text'>Throwback Thursday - Camping Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4YLxKW3kXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/28gd0HU6Wyg/s1600-h/Picture+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4YLxKW3kXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/28gd0HU6Wyg/s320/Picture+282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153819762793877874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this picture this morning. Sure makes me think of summer. These are the little girls Missy goes camping with every year (while I hang out with their moms by the fire/pool/cabin). The little one on the chair is Missy's cousin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-3731565005591887878?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3731565005591887878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=3731565005591887878&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3731565005591887878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3731565005591887878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/01/throwback-thursday-camping-fun.html' title='Throwback Thursday - Camping Fun'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4YLxKW3kXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/28gd0HU6Wyg/s72-c/Picture+282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-7200378788593882039</id><published>2008-01-09T06:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T06:58:16.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Snake Eats Rat</title><content type='html'>One of the many things that goes on in our house.......... feeding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4TDyqW3kWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/u_bXk1EwWLE/s1600-h/Slinky+and+Rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4TDyqW3kWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/u_bXk1EwWLE/s320/Slinky+and+Rat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153459148749771106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-7200378788593882039?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7200378788593882039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=7200378788593882039&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7200378788593882039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7200378788593882039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/01/wordless-wednesday-snake-eats-rat.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Snake Eats Rat'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4TDyqW3kWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/u_bXk1EwWLE/s72-c/Slinky+and+Rat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6938794604092277611</id><published>2008-01-08T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:39:15.378-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Something Fun'/><title type='text'>I Feel 10 lbs. Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit in my office one last time and blog. No worries bloggers, I'll still be on. I just won't be on during company time anymore! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my last day in Chicago. Wow. I started back here when I was just a young girl pretty fresh out of high school. I remember walking in through the doors back on September 21, 1998 without a care in the world. I am more nervous to leave this place than I was when I walked through those doors originally. Where did the confidence go? If only I could be that care free girl without a worry like I was then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 9 1/2 years my whole life has change. My work friends watched me meet Missy's dad, they saw the bruises, they watched me as Missy grew in my belly, they watched me get the courage to walk away, they watched me decide to go back to school, and they watched my giddiness as I met the Tiger and we talked on yahoo messanger all day long when he was stationed in California. Oh, the dreamy boy over the internet. Boy does time fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss them. Not all of them. I wouldn't mind my boss losing a few toes to a cab driver at lunch today. But the rest..........I hold a special place for them in my heart. I'm sorry but I've got to move on. There's a whole other life waiting out there for me! And I can't wait to go and get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy some pictures from a night out with work girls a couple of summers ago........... I shall miss them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153160747306946898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4O0ZaW3kVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KGkolszsqAs/s320/another+shot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153159622025515330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4OzX6W3kUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Toeh_V-Se3w/s320/me_e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153158458089378082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4OyUKW3kSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/f-lxpAPKWEY/s320/donna_me+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153158878996173106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4OysqW3kTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0nTP5Z0BY-8/s320/me_gina_brian.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6938794604092277611?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6938794604092277611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6938794604092277611&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6938794604092277611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6938794604092277611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-10-lbs-less.html' title='I Feel 10 lbs. Less'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R4O0ZaW3kVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KGkolszsqAs/s72-c/another+shot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-3012507411992378483</id><published>2008-01-04T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:29:53.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Eyebrows? Who Woulda Thought.........</title><content type='html'>As I am going over my list of crap to do over and over again in my head.........it never dawned on me.........until now. I get my eyebrows done in Chicago. I am spoiled. The woman works in my building downtown and has been 4 floors below me for YEARS. Ever since I figured out how to be a woman and that having ONE eyebrow wasn't "cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I look to y'all for some help! My lady will do my eyebrows next Tuesday on my last day. But, after that I am on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk it out. Battle it out. Yell at each other. Whatever you do. Come up with a place amongst y'all for me to get my eyebrows done locally in Indiana! And that's Northwest Indiana. No names of places in Indianapolis please! hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-3012507411992378483?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3012507411992378483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=3012507411992378483&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3012507411992378483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3012507411992378483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/01/eyebrows-who-woulda-thought.html' title='Eyebrows? Who Woulda Thought.........'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-5043208066111706340</id><published>2008-01-03T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:56:27.978-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><title type='text'>Numbers. Everywhere.</title><content type='html'>I have no time to think. I have no time to plan. I only have time to do. Here is the numbers going through my head. Follow along and you will see my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 More Posts Until My 100th Post!&lt;br /&gt;2 Hours Until My Next Dentist Appointment.&lt;br /&gt;7 1/2 Hours Until My Eye Doctor Appointment.&lt;br /&gt;2 More Days Until I Work At The Hospital Again.&lt;br /&gt;4 More Chicago Work Days Left.&lt;br /&gt;4 More Days Until Missy Goes Back To School.&lt;br /&gt;5 More Days Until My LAST Dentist Appointment.&lt;br /&gt;7 More Days Until My Next Day Off.&lt;br /&gt;7 More Days Until My Physical And Rubella Shot.&lt;br /&gt;11 More Days Until Nursing School Starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all I got. Numbers. Only Numbers For Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny little story. **Yesterday I woke up at 4:45, took a shower, got dressed, got ready for my Chicago job...........only to realize as I was walking out the door that it was Wednesday and I worked at the hospital..........and I didn't need to be there until 8:00 a.m.!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-5043208066111706340?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5043208066111706340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=5043208066111706340&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5043208066111706340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5043208066111706340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2008/01/numbers-everywhere.html' title='Numbers. Everywhere.'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8066994202193572885</id><published>2007-12-28T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:25:42.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Something Fun'/><title type='text'>Fun Fabulous Foto Friday</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been depressed lately. So, it's time to pick up my ass and carry on. Here are some photos I just felt the need to share since I've missed a couple of Wordless Wednesday. Let's keep it fun for the day..........Enjoy these photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, TODAY IS SHERYL AT &lt;a href="http://peanutbutterandjellyboats.com/"&gt;PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY'S BOATS&lt;/a&gt; BIRTHDAY!! She doesn't have a blog up yet this morning, but still jump over there and wish her a HAPPY BIRTHDAY. A-hem. I won't give her age out but let's just say ........she's about 4 months older than me! I love you and Happy Birthday Sheryl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Than A Single Mom Goes To Nine Inch Nail Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149015704434348258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R3T6gKW3kOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lsQHkuoGltg/s320/Jenni+throws+a+concert+in+the+hotel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why More Than A Single Mom Should Stay Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149017340816888050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R3T7_aW3kPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Sk_6mUTgJmg/s320/me_sarah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Than A Single Mom Goes To Great America!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149019552725045522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R3T-AKW3kRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EfkbcgPbcso/s320/soulmates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8066994202193572885?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8066994202193572885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8066994202193572885&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8066994202193572885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8066994202193572885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-fabulous-foto-friday.html' title='Fun Fabulous Foto Friday'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R3T6gKW3kOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lsQHkuoGltg/s72-c/Jenni+throws+a+concert+in+the+hotel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-7837160882981428505</id><published>2007-12-27T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:59:48.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just A Day'/><title type='text'>It Just Doesn't Seem To End</title><content type='html'>I owe y'all an explanation huh? The blogger neglect, the sad poem from my aching heart, all of it from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got issues. No really, I do. Turns out More Than A Single Mom isn't perfect. Ha ha. Just had to throw that in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a big fight with the Tiger (hence the poem). A really nasty, apologies can't take back what I said earlier fight. A fight like no other. A fight about Missy on top of it all. He broke my heart just days before Xmas and I didn't really think I would bounce back from this one. But, I did. I always do right? But, hmmmmmmm those words are still in the back of my head. I just can't seem to let shit go some days. I love the Tiger with all my heart. But, I won't lie. I love my daughter more. Is that bad? Her and I have a bond that will never change. I am protective of her. She's my baby. And we've been through hell and back before the Tiger came along......that he will never ever understand. Yes, we're still together. But, I &lt;em&gt;feel different about it all&lt;/em&gt;. I can't help it. I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches for my family. It's the season to be happy right? My aunt was hospitalized on Sunday, fighting for her life. She's still there. My mom and I went up there on Christmas Day. There's something ironic about that. Me and my mom, together, on Christmas Day......hanging out? Twas strange. Back to the story. I won't say much about my Aunt without &lt;a href="http://teachkdgtn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teaching Kindergarten's &lt;/a&gt;permission. It's her mama and her story to share. But, please bloggers, pray like you have NEVER PRAYED BEFORE. If anything happens to my aunt (who is secretly one of my favorite aunts) then I honestly don't know how I'll cope. She is one of the most wonderful people I have ever had the chance of knowing...........and she's supposed to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to go to the movies with some very dear friends of mine and our kids. How is it that between the three of us, we managed to produce the most perfect, beautiful 5 1/2 children?? Seriously, our kids were so good in that theatre you would've thought we gave them tranquilizers. I was so very impressed since they all ranged from 4 to 7.......or is Luke still 3? Hmmm, I think he's 4. I love you both and I am soooooooo happy you guys agreed to take the kiddies out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movies, things went back to normal. I got a frightful call from my mom that my stepdad had been in a car accident. Someone was trying to beat a car coming while trying to pull out of a gas station and in turn, rammed through the back of my stepdad's van. Thankfully, he is ok. Vans can be replaced. He could not. So, in that small silver lining, I am just happy because he was hit pretty hard and it could've been a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all. That's my story. December sucked ass for me. I just want the New Year to be here so I can stop wallowing in all this funk and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My daughter can't stand me right now because I am gone 7 days a week working 2 jobs. Talk about a mouth on a cute kid. Anyone like to have her until Christmas Break is over???? She knows how to empty garbage and pick up toys and make up songs in the shower -- daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-7837160882981428505?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7837160882981428505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=7837160882981428505&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7837160882981428505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7837160882981428505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-just-doesnt-seem-to-end.html' title='It Just Doesn&apos;t Seem To End'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-1224877389594883754</id><published>2007-12-25T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:22:27.300-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Before I wish everyone the usual Merry Christmas, I just have to say thank you. I have to thank all my blogging friends for their love and support. Some of you made me cry after reading those comments on my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems ok I guess. I will save the details for another blog.....but, for now I am on the way to the hospital to visit someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come. Christmas stories to tell. For now, I just wanted to say thank you and I love you all.......and MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-1224877389594883754?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1224877389594883754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=1224877389594883754&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1224877389594883754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1224877389594883754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6742417088719196523</id><published>2007-12-21T11:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:13:49.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just A Day'/><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>Words can't express what I feel today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a person you love hurt you so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought love was unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the things you said and then expect me to smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems I always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6742417088719196523?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6742417088719196523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6742417088719196523&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6742417088719196523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6742417088719196523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-1564291544692892544</id><published>2007-12-20T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:09:12.593-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback Thursdays'/><title type='text'>Throwback Thursdays - A First Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R2qIi6W3kNI/AAAAAAAAAII/QqBgL_3VOe4/s1600-h/Marissa_cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146075657586315474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R2qIi6W3kNI/AAAAAAAAAII/QqBgL_3VOe4/s320/Marissa_cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember that first birthday party like it was yesterday............amazing how fast time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-1564291544692892544?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1564291544692892544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=1564291544692892544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1564291544692892544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1564291544692892544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/throwback-thursdays-first-birthday.html' title='Throwback Thursdays - A First Birthday Party'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R2qIi6W3kNI/AAAAAAAAAII/QqBgL_3VOe4/s72-c/Marissa_cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6942372522640065208</id><published>2007-12-18T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:24:33.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>It's A Bird! It's A Plane! Nahhhhh, It's A Hoopla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mimitoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.mimistoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi's Toes&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for a "hoopla", not a meme. By the way, you SHOULD run over and say hi to Mimi. She's got beautiful toes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the instructions:1. List 12 random things about yourself that has to do with Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;2. Please refer to it as a hoopla and not the dreaded "m" word.&lt;br /&gt;3. You have to specifically tag someone when your're done, no leaving&lt;br /&gt;it open.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do it quickly, Lets get as many people tagged as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Goes Nothing! You ready?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a little girl, my mom had this boyfriend who was mean and one year he ruined our Christmas tree because he was drunk. That year was the last Christmas I spent with my mom before my Grandparents took me.......but I'm an adult and spend Christmas with her now. But, it's a childhood memory I'll always remember at this time of year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't ever remember the 12 Days of Christmas song in the right order. I try, but I can never do it. Can you???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite Christmas movie is "Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer." I've seen it three times on Disney already this year (once after Missy was in bed). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could eat my weight in Christmas Cookies. Seriously. The more frosting, the more gingerbread, the better. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not like to eat Candy Canes. They get stuck in my teeth. I do not like hard candy stuck to the enamel of my teeth. I have enough teeth issues. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never seen a real mistletoe. Nor have I ever even been kissed under a fake one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love ornaments that have names and years on them. I want to look back at them 20 years from now and remeber exactly what made me buy that particular piece....and to know how old it is. I want my grandchildren to use those ornaments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Santa only leaves one present at our house. He's so busy and has so many toys to deliver that he can only deliver one per child in our world. It works for me and we've always done it this way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't own a nativity scene. I wish I did. Maybe someday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want one of those gawdy lawn decorations at Christmas, but our house is so old it has never had outside outlets to plug into. And I don't want the cord coming out of the garage all winter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love love love to wrap presents. I have a technique. I get out 3 rolls of paper, sometimes 4......use a different wrap for each gift. So that way if I have a few gifts for someone they usually end up with their gifts wrapped differently. I'm weird. I know this. You don't have to remind me. I like to think outside of the box.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is nothing better than sitting wtih a cup of hot chocolate on a wintery Sunday afternoon watching the Christmas movies on the Hallmark Channel or on Lifetime. ........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, who is going to do a Hoopla? Let's see.........Today we will tag the Bane Sisters. &lt;a href="http://milkandhoney.wordpress.com/"&gt;Milk and Honey&lt;/a&gt;.........AND &lt;a href="http://www.peanutbutterandjellyboats.com/"&gt;PBJ Boats&lt;/a&gt;. You have been HOOPLA-ED! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6942372522640065208?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6942372522640065208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6942372522640065208&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6942372522640065208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6942372522640065208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-bird-its-plane-nahhhhh-its-hoopla.html' title='It&apos;s A Bird! It&apos;s A Plane! Nahhhhh, It&apos;s A Hoopla!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6490701620355319470</id><published>2007-12-17T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:58:42.213-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><title type='text'>One Minute Inside A Woman's Head</title><content type='html'>Got my first paper cut at the new job. Right on the knuckle of the pinky finger. Can we say OUCH? And rub your hands with a little lotion and the stinging intensifies. New job could be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady I work with at the new job is a trip. I wanna move her in and have her live with me so I can see her all the time. She's one of the older ladies that is just quirky. I am not even sure quirky is right. We'll call her down right strange. I blogged before about how her dogs were her kids.......and I didn't realize that. Apparently she had an odd obsession for birds. She can name every type of dog and bird that is out there. Trust me. She did. And for a moment I thought I was watching Ripley's Believe It Or Not instead of scanning papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and at my new job we are treated like children. We get gold stars for doing good things (nominated by other co-workers) and we get black stars (given by our boss) for doing bad things. So far I have no stars. And I am floored that I am on a "star" process. I feel five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is dirty. I am working 7 days a week. And last night I looked at it. I was ashamed. The dishes are piling up. There are unwrapped presents everywhere. The garbage cans are full. There are 6 loads of laundry just screaming at me. And let's not even talk about the need to clean out the refrigerator. If someone popped in un-announced right now, I would cry. Seriously. The Tiger is trying to help but he's in finals week right now so if he's not at work, his head has been in a book. And the kid? Well, oddly enough her room is the ONLY clean room of the house. I am thinking it's time to teach her to do my laundry. Mmmmmmmm, she can sort colors and measure. She can work a remote, why not a washer? I don't think she'll eat the detergant???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6490701620355319470?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6490701620355319470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6490701620355319470&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6490701620355319470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6490701620355319470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-minute-inside-womans-head.html' title='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-445453862261072829</id><published>2007-12-14T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:38:02.918-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tiger........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Words cannot express how much I love you........for accepting my child as if she were your own, for allowing us to completely take over your house (and add girly stuff), for telling me how everything is going to be ok (because I constantly worry), and for never judging me on the mistakes I make. Happy Birthday my Tiger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143945942218019010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R2L3lKW3kMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cDHY7Ajfv-M/s320/mechris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-445453862261072829?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/445453862261072829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=445453862261072829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/445453862261072829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/445453862261072829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-tiger.html' title='Happy Birthday Tiger........'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R2L3lKW3kMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cDHY7Ajfv-M/s72-c/mechris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-9216830058937327932</id><published>2007-12-13T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:39:40.686-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>I'm A Big Girl Now</title><content type='html'>I completed my first day at a new job. A NEW job. That is so crazy to me.  I walked in and was forced to be introduced to every single member of the department. Can I remember their names? No way. They all blur together as of now. I've worked in HR for years now and we always do this with our new employees too. I know how those people feel. Stupid. That's right. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. Note to bosses.......it's too intimidating to do that to someone on their first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new job. It's easy. Wow, was it easy. And boring. Did I mention that part? I'd like to know how some of them have been doing this for 20 years. Seriously, you have been filing papers for 20 years? Bet you know your alphabet by now! Sorry, no offense, but I am only here until I get my degree......I cannot hang out in that small back office space for 20 years listening to some woman go on and on about her dogs ----- who I mistook for being grandkids since they are named Jake and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So day #1. This very nice lady who is training me told me about 239 times that I MUST REMOVE THE STAPLES before scanning. She said and I quote, "The scanner does not like it. You must remember this. We don't like ripped up paper." Ok. I got it the first time. But, she felt the need to remind me with every file I grabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of my day........goes to this woman in the back office that did NOT remember the staple rule. During my 6 hours there, she jammed the scanner 3 times with staples. Yes, 3 times! After the last time, I couldn't help myself. I asked, "How long have you worked here?" She said, "5 years.".............WOW, the staple rule must be harder than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second best part of the day........The free luncheon. I started on the day of the hospital's holiday lunch. Woo Hoo! The food wasn't too bad either. I noticed everyone sits in groups. Like a clique. I was sad. As I looked at the nurses at the pediatric table with their cute little Snoopy scrubs and the nurses in the Surgical department with their cute little head cover hat thingys......I knew I was at the wrong table. I wanted to be one of them so bad! In due time, I know. For now, I sit with the ladies from the back office..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-9216830058937327932?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/9216830058937327932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=9216830058937327932&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/9216830058937327932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/9216830058937327932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-big-girl-now.html' title='I&apos;m A Big Girl Now'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-3254615677422889389</id><published>2007-12-12T06:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T06:57:11.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - The Start Of A New Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R1_ajPYuQtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GJ81p6UIZEU/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R1_ajPYuQtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GJ81p6UIZEU/s320/cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143069598440899282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-3254615677422889389?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3254615677422889389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=3254615677422889389&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3254615677422889389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3254615677422889389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/wordless-wednesday-start-of-new-job.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - The Start Of A New Job'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R1_ajPYuQtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GJ81p6UIZEU/s72-c/cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-9026555451855314687</id><published>2007-12-07T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:55:10.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just A Day'/><title type='text'>A Blogger's Disappearance</title><content type='html'>Well the Bad Dentist came back and put this blogger under the weather for the last few days. Good news is 3 of my teeth have been fixed. Better news is that I couldn't eat for a couple of days and my jeans are fitting good today! Bad news is that I have to go back and see the mean man at the end of this month for more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the job at the hospital! I start training next week ----- on my day off my from my Chicago job. Basically, starting on Monday, I will be working 7 days straight until my final day in Chicago (January 8th). It's going to be so exhausting, but the money will be good to throw into savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, while I was screaming in pain from the dentist, I went and had my drug test done as well as my first hepatitis shot series, and my Rubella shot, and I have no idea what else I was shot up for. All I remember is they took blood - lots of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left, I took a moment to look around at my surroundings. I've passed St. Anthony 1,000 or more times since I've lived in NW Indiana. Never in my life would I think I was going to be an employee there - ever. But, as I clutched my new employee parking pass, I trudged through the snow to my car. My last visit in the visitor section. It was surreal. A new beginning is upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting scared. I am calm about school. I really am. I'm on the Dean's list so I am guessing I should be able to handle the classes fine. Financially, I am stressing to no end. Tiger and I are very used to my income downtown. As I cried the other day thinking, "How will I pay for groceries?" He keeps telling me that we'll be fine. The mother, the stresser, the pessimest in me just isn't so sure. Have I made the right decision? Isn't the point of getting an education supposed to be fruitful in the end and someday my worries will subside? Ugh. I just wish I could shake the helpless and unsure feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-9026555451855314687?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/9026555451855314687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=9026555451855314687&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/9026555451855314687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/9026555451855314687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/bloggers-disappearance.html' title='A Blogger&apos;s Disappearance'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-7426538839937380128</id><published>2007-12-03T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:43:37.670-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just A Day'/><title type='text'>Oh Monday! Go Away!</title><content type='html'>Well, so far today I've managed to forget my cell phone at home. This is usually attached at my hip. I feel as if I am not wearing a bra. Ha! And if that isn't bad enough, I have managed to lose my key card which has my office key on it. So, I had to stand outside my office pretending to not look stupid for over 20 minutes waiting for someone to come and unlock my door. Go away Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a plus side, I found out from all my "reference people" that the hospital called Thursday and Friday to check my references. That's a GOOD sign. Now, if they would only call me and give me the job. Oh wait, they could be calling my cell phone right now that is laying on my bed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my Christmas decorations are up.......now it's time to wrap presents. Let Christmas be upon us. I am ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-7426538839937380128?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7426538839937380128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=7426538839937380128&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7426538839937380128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7426538839937380128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-monday-go-away.html' title='Oh Monday! Go Away!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-3340836353902658858</id><published>2007-11-29T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T13:18:50.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn Dentist'/><title type='text'>I Hate Teeth</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, my teeth have been bugging me. I've tried to ignore them. I do not have time to stop at this point of my life and take care of the little things. HA! There's always something little to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ignore it anymore. Off to the dentist I went. And he has the nerve to tell me that all my childhood/teenage fillings now have to be re-filled. Um, what?? Huh? You are joking right, Mr. Dentist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some deep rooted hidden issues over the dentist. Scarred deeply as a child. When I went there as a child, I had to have a toot pulled. OK, I had to have 4 pulled because someone up above thought it would be funny to put too many teeth in my mouth for a small jawline. Yes, I can talk but it's true. I got a small jaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had to have these teeth pulled and I had a reaction to the novacaine. A reaction as in...... it didn't work. The dentist didn't believe me and started to pull one of my teeth anyway. Let's put it this way. Lots of blood, lots of screaming, and well........eventually I had to be put under to have my teeth pulled. I don't think me and dentists have gotten along since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have 3 appointments for the next month. Thanks a lot scary man in white lab coat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-3340836353902658858?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3340836353902658858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=3340836353902658858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3340836353902658858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3340836353902658858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-teeth.html' title='I Hate Teeth'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6507472934715603533</id><published>2007-11-28T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T06:58:04.154-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - The New Me</title><content type='html'>Me + 2nd interview today at the hospital = nervous wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Me + research paper on the Amnesty of Illegal Immigrants due tomorrow = The picture below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R01krw89lbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JZcePY5wZ-g/s1600-h/pull+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R01krw89lbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JZcePY5wZ-g/s320/pull+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137873452937352626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6507472934715603533?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6507472934715603533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6507472934715603533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6507472934715603533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6507472934715603533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/wordless-wednesday-new-me.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - The New Me'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R01krw89lbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JZcePY5wZ-g/s72-c/pull+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-3185539328117359613</id><published>2007-11-25T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:20:08.572-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>Who's The Mom?</title><content type='html'>It's been a fun weekend. Thanksgiving, Christmas shopping, laundry, a bloggy meet up, seeing &lt;a href="http://www.peanutbutterandjellyboats.com"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/a&gt; for the first time since last year (I think it was last year), more Christmas shopping, the hanging of new curtains and fans, grocery shopping, the start process of cleaning out a storage locker, and 5 days of entertaining my 6 year old. Oh, and did I mention the Christmas shopping??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation between Missy and I while driving to the storage locker today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy takes off sunglasses........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy: Where'd the sun go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know. Sure got cloudy quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy: Yeah. Hope it doesn't rain. Then we can't get our stuff from storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, we'll figure out something. But, I don't think it will rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**About two minutes later it starts to rain/snow a tiny bit**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy: See Mommy, this is exactly why I always tell you to leave an umbrella in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geee......thanks Mom. Sometimes I wonder who the child is in our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-3185539328117359613?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3185539328117359613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=3185539328117359613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3185539328117359613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3185539328117359613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/whos-mom.html' title='Who&apos;s The Mom?'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-1009526346843945885</id><published>2007-11-23T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:41:14.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>The Start Of A Fall Weekend</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving has come and went. We spent about 12 hours out of the house yesterday. First, we went to my mom's to drop off food, then went to see the Tiger's family for Turkey Dinner #1, then went back to my mom's for Turkey Dinner #2. After all was said and done, we finally returned home with our bellies full, our throats tired from talking and laughing, and leftovers for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Dinner #1 - Tiger's family. They are mostly from Germany, Yugoslavia, and other parts of the world that I'll never remember or be able to spell. They have stories that just amaze me. As Tiger's Grandma repeats herself a lot.......I must've heard about the schools in Germany over 100 times. There were 3 boys all Missy's age there that pretty much fell over their feet to get her attention all day. And of course, there's my dainty little daughter in a gorgeous dress, trying to jump off the stairs because it made her dress look like an open umbrella. Gotta love the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Dinner #2 - Then there's my family. They are loud and straight out of the Midwest. It included a hung over Aunt, a drunk Uncle, a 4 year old cousin that doesn't understand the word NO,  a Step-Dad who just loved showing off his $2,000 new TV, a Little Brother who was glued to his Playstation 3, and a Mother who was way too stressed about whether or not her new recipes would turn out. They are different, they are completely politically incorrect, but they are family and I am even pretty thankful for their crazy asses. Oh, and this dinner came complete with a fire in the fireplace ---- which Tiger enjoyed napping in front of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, the craziest is over. Missy and I have the rest of the weekend to enjoy ourselves (poor Tiger works all weekend). It's time to start the laundry, clean the house, and get ready to put up the Christmas decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you and your family ate as well as we did on Thanksgiving and enjoyed your families as much as we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-1009526346843945885?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1009526346843945885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=1009526346843945885&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1009526346843945885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1009526346843945885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/start-of-fall-weekend.html' title='The Start Of A Fall Weekend'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2834754510973145544</id><published>2007-11-21T06:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T06:57:59.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Movie Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R0QrLg89laI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IXZDnwfXejw/s1600-h/Picture+520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R0QrLg89laI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IXZDnwfXejw/s320/Picture+520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135276951933392290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2834754510973145544?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2834754510973145544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2834754510973145544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2834754510973145544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2834754510973145544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/wordless-wednesday-movie-time.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Movie Time'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/R0QrLg89laI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IXZDnwfXejw/s72-c/Picture+520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-723129654506928804</id><published>2007-11-20T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:27:46.896-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><title type='text'>One Minute Inside A Woman's Head</title><content type='html'>Lots of things to think about. Lots to get off my chest. Cannot focus on one thing. So, let's focus on them all, shall we???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a job interview tomorrow!!! At St. Anthony Hospital. Doing what you ask?? Um, something called a Document Imaging Assistant. Help me out &lt;a href="http://www.crookedeyebrow.blogpsot.com/"&gt;Crooked Eyebrow&lt;/a&gt;. I heard it means Glorified Copy Girl. But, a foot in the door at a hospital is a foot in the door, right? It's only for Saturdays and Sundays. So I am thinking I am still going to have to waitress a couple of days a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was hoping to only have to find one job while I was in school, not two. Oh well, shit happens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missy asked me if Santa exists or not. Well, she's only 6 so I told her yes. She said, "Well so and so told me that he doesn't." I then said, "It's all about what you believe honey." She said she still believes. Whew, bought me another year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiger FINALLY got approved for Veteran's benefits for schooling ----- 18 months after he got out of the service. SERIOUSLY? We have filed more paperwork than you can imagine for this. And it was now just approved. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know you are thinking we are expecting a big back pay check for his schooling, right? Well this is America and we DO NOT take care of our hard, working Veterans. They will be re-imbursing him only from this August and on. Um, what about the semesters in 2006 and the beginning of 2007??? We are talking about an Infantry Marine Vet that spent almost 3 out of his 4 years in service in Iraq, on the front lines. And now he is missing over $4,000 that won't be refunded to him? Thank you Mr. Bush. We appreciate it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am mad at Mr. Bush so I must sign off now so that I don't go too far on my soap box. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-723129654506928804?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/723129654506928804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=723129654506928804&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/723129654506928804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/723129654506928804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-minute-inside-womans-head.html' title='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-425950015613583089</id><published>2007-11-19T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:31:15.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighborhood Unity'/><title type='text'>New Neighbors</title><content type='html'>I love getting new neighbors. Nosy? Maybe. Curious? Definitely. A chance to make new friends? Without a doubt. In my neighborhood, there are quite a few houses that are rental property so I often see people coming and going. Recently, we got new neighbors across the street renting. I do NOT like them very much. But they are a subject of a different blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house next door has sat empty for the last couple of months. Everyday Missy and I look for new signs of people moving in. I was very disappointed in my last neighbors. We were kind to them and said hi to them every day. So, when they left and never said good bye I was very disappointed. I found out from the owners they skipped out for lack of paying the rent. OH! Ok, I get why they didn't take the time to say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this weekend I got new neighbors! And they've been hiding from me. I've done everything I could to get a glimpse of who/what is living next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's important to know who your neighbors are. So far, all I've been able to see is their very big, LOUD dog. A man's bald head. And someone who walked past the window with a mullet (the gender is unknown). I must continue to work on this. My snooping skills are not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tiger thinks I am insane. He said, "Why don't you just take the binoculars and get a closer look for crying out loud???" My reply was, "Well I would if they would open their blinds!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-425950015613583089?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/425950015613583089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=425950015613583089&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/425950015613583089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/425950015613583089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-neighbors.html' title='New Neighbors'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-7957104387921865780</id><published>2007-11-15T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:43:19.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback Thursdays'/><title type='text'>Throwback Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite pictures of Missy as a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133123992202089874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzyFEw89lZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/O22_ncCIHVs/s320/marissa_porch.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-7957104387921865780?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7957104387921865780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=7957104387921865780&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7957104387921865780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7957104387921865780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/throwback-thursdays_15.html' title='Throwback Thursdays'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzyFEw89lZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/O22_ncCIHVs/s72-c/marissa_porch.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-5980675636549556433</id><published>2007-11-14T06:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T06:32:09.628-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzrqsBBs8vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xu-QVQ6Z18A/s1600-h/Picture+529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzrqsBBs8vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xu-QVQ6Z18A/s320/Picture+529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132672767252820722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-5980675636549556433?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5980675636549556433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=5980675636549556433&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5980675636549556433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5980675636549556433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/wordless-wednesday-sleeping-beauty.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzrqsBBs8vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xu-QVQ6Z18A/s72-c/Picture+529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-1687478287154047864</id><published>2007-11-13T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:28:30.537-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>Someone Just Hand Me A Gun Please</title><content type='html'>Seriously, could someone just hand me a gun and let me get it over with? I might not shoot myself, but I feel a "going postal" moment coming on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am in some sort of "stuck" phase of crabbiness. It seems as if the last few days I have been the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unenjoyable&lt;/span&gt; person to be around. This is so not like me. Honestly, I don't even want to hang out with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days I have been training Hitler the boss. It's been about as much fun as getting eaten alive by wolves. She just doesn't get it. It's amazes me to no end that she makes as much money as she does. Breathe deep, calm breaths. And think "only 8 more weeks." I keep telling myself that.............hmmmmm, it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed. So many changes. So little time. I'm looking for a night job. Holy Hell, that is hard! I've been working Monday through Friday .......oh, for 9 years now. The night jobs just aren't jumping out at me and saying, "I'M THE ONE." I've applied to three places. And it makes me feel weird I haven't even gotten a call back yet. I know, I know. Don't give up. But, I want to. I want to hide in my comfortable-ness with a good book and pretend I don't exist right now. I need a vacation. Oh wait, those costs money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my bitch session for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing: Gray hair, wrinkles, and a million zits do not belong on the same face. I am under so much stress that I have counted over 7 zits staring at me in the mirror today. Yes, over 7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-1687478287154047864?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1687478287154047864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=1687478287154047864&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1687478287154047864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1687478287154047864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-just-hand-me-gun-please.html' title='Someone Just Hand Me A Gun Please'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-1898397638817155657</id><published>2007-11-09T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T14:34:02.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>I quit! I finally quit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzTDHuA-lMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/owJ9YCzU_bU/s1600-h/boss+bitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130940412860470466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzTDHuA-lMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/owJ9YCzU_bU/s320/boss+bitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so we all know I got accepted to Nursing School. So I need to quit my big, glorious, data entry job of 9 years. It's bittersweet, you know? I LOVE some of the people I work with. But, I might hang myself if I have to handle one more worker's comp claim or listen to another whining mother about how she didn't get her $3,000 child support check in 10 days like she expected. Whatever lady. You forget you are talking to a woman that has NEVER seen a child support check. I don't care about you and your problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where was I? Oh yes.....back to quitting. I finally told the Hitler Boss that I am quitting. Wow, I sure do have some nerve today! We were in the middle of a meeting and she ends it saying, "Do either of you have anything you would like to add?" And it just fell out of my mouth. I was possessed. I have out of body experience and I say, "I do. I am leaving the company in January." Woah? Who said that? And why was there no warning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Hitler Boss finally tells me how excited she is in her most fake voice ever. Inside, I know she is screaming. Um, she almost hugged me. I was going to freak out if she gave me the hug. And then she says, "We are going to have to throw you a going away party. This is exciting news!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was walking out, I offered to help her find my replacement or train someone. She looks right at me and says, "Oh I don't think that would be necessary. I think if you just give me and Jackie the run down, we should learn it easily." Ok, you've been here for 5 months and I've been here 9 years. Think my job is just SO EASY to do? Ha! Just for that I am going to password protect all my files the day I leave. Good luck Hitler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-1898397638817155657?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1898397638817155657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=1898397638817155657&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1898397638817155657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1898397638817155657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-quit-i-finally-quit.html' title='I quit! I finally quit!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzTDHuA-lMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/owJ9YCzU_bU/s72-c/boss+bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-4091742196906675017</id><published>2007-11-08T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:15:51.791-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback Thursdays'/><title type='text'>Throwback Thursday</title><content type='html'>A pic of More Than A Single Mom as a baby. My cousin, &lt;a href="http://teachkdgtn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teaching Kindergarten&lt;/a&gt; is the cute blonde behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130549124159935666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzNfPuA-lLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RO2quG-bSS0/s320/babycousinsatfourthofjuly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the big answer for yesterday's question....... I would like to thank ALL of you that possibly thought I was either one of those girls with sexy abs! But, you are wrong. Only &lt;a href="http://milkandhoney.wordpress.com/"&gt;Milk and Honey &lt;/a&gt;guessed it for sure! I am the one on the right with the leg tattoo. That's right, it's on my leg because my stomach is no where is good enough shape for a tattoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-4091742196906675017?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4091742196906675017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=4091742196906675017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4091742196906675017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4091742196906675017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/throwback-thursday.html' title='Throwback Thursday'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzNfPuA-lLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RO2quG-bSS0/s72-c/babycousinsatfourthofjuly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2275554753537298230</id><published>2007-11-07T06:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T06:55:28.140-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Best Friend Tattoos</title><content type='html'>I've got two best friends, Jaime and Leslie. We grew up in the trailer park together and have been best friends are whole lives practically. 21 years of friendship is one of my most amazing experiences ever. What most people don't know is that we have best friend tattoos. Can you find me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzG1LWDBqrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Q1beEP3aqfk/s1600-h/heart+tattoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzG1LWDBqrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Q1beEP3aqfk/s320/heart+tattoos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130080657053166258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2275554753537298230?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2275554753537298230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2275554753537298230&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2275554753537298230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2275554753537298230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/wordless-wednesday-best-friend-tattoos.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Best Friend Tattoos'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzG1LWDBqrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Q1beEP3aqfk/s72-c/heart+tattoos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-7829176873985771867</id><published>2007-11-06T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:10:02.813-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>Dear Missy</title><content type='html'>Dear Missy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first found out I was pregnant, I was scared. I was too young to have a baby and not even mature enough to take care of myself. I was heavy into drugs, alcohol, and an abusive relationship. But, then I was pregnant. I made the decision to grow up and to raise you to the best of my ability. You saved me from myself. I truly believe I probably wouldn't have lived another year or two if you hadn't come along. You are my true hero. You'll probably never realize what a blessing you really were to me. Everything happens for a reason, and I was meant to grow up and be your mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were a baby, you were as bald as can be. I am so sorry I had to work so much. But, I never &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzCZt2DBqnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8ju0C_820sI/s1600-h/mrae.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129768988456364658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzCZt2DBqnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8ju0C_820sI/s320/mrae.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;realized how hard it would be to provide those diapers and daycare for you. I remember sleeping on the couch each night because you refused to sleep anywhere but in the baby swing ---- for over 3 months! I was tired, exhausted, but your little smile made it worth everything. I apologize for the horrible relationship I was in with your daddy. He never realized how important you were. I spent many nights crying and holding you tightly, wishing for him to come home. I am sure you felt my pain, but still looked up at me with loving eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were a toddler, you freaked me out many times with your fast ability to touch everything and anything in a matter of two seconds. And you were still pretty bald. I thou&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzCbQ2DBqpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w5z5HAhCny8/s1600-h/025_24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129770689263413906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzCbQ2DBqpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w5z5HAhCny8/s320/025_24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ght you would never have long hair! During this time, we made the most courageous jump of our lives. We left that horrible life behind. You will probably never remember that horrible night and I hope you never do. But, as I held you in the back of the cop car I just prayed to God for your &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzCaS2DBqoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kTf96Twmr1c/s1600-h/024_23.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;safety and that you come out of this ok. We left everything behind and started our new life in Indiana. And through it all, you still looked at me with those big loving brown eyes and looked to me to save you. I promised to save you and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at you now, you've grown into a full fledged beautiful little girl. I did everything and anything I could to give you a normal life. Guess what kiddo? WE have made it. You are healthy. You are happy. You are smart. And you are so beautiful. Last night, you came running to me to &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzCcuGDBqqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gpL6nPWlW-Q/s1600-h/missy6thbday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129772291286215330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzCcuGDBqqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gpL6nPWlW-Q/s320/missy6thbday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;show me your report card. STRAIGHT A'S. As I cried, I told you how proud I am of you. You laughed at me for crying. I don't know if you'll ever realize JUST HOW proud I am of you. You've been through so much and you deserve those grades for how hard you have worked. I love you more than I've ever loved anything or anyone in the world. And last night it was my turn to look at you with loving eyes because you are my hero. I wouldn't be half the woman I am if it wasn't for you. Congratulations baby on your first report for the year. It's time to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-7829176873985771867?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7829176873985771867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=7829176873985771867&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7829176873985771867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/7829176873985771867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-missy.html' title='Dear Missy'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RzCZt2DBqnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8ju0C_820sI/s72-c/mrae.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-195741436633162346</id><published>2007-11-02T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:36:06.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Batgirl and Friends</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late, but better late than never right? Here is Batgirl! She had a BLAST trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyskuGDBqkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qsxMlJoP-vc/s1600-h/Picture+531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyskuGDBqkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qsxMlJoP-vc/s320/Picture+531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128232975007328834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily the witch (our cousin) and Missy (Batgirl)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rysm_mDBqmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0DamTuxBHGs/s1600-h/Picture+533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rysm_mDBqmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0DamTuxBHGs/s320/Picture+533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128235474678295138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Missy's bat pose ALL night long. Not really sure why but every time she did it, the Witch followed. Most of my pictures look like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-195741436633162346?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/195741436633162346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=195741436633162346&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/195741436633162346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/195741436633162346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/batgirl-and-friends.html' title='Batgirl and Friends'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyskuGDBqkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qsxMlJoP-vc/s72-c/Picture+531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6886211552065267828</id><published>2007-11-01T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:55:51.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback Thursdays'/><title type='text'>Throwback Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyouhGDBqjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T7ZZ4M5zToA/s1600-h/cousins90s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127962271808596530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyouhGDBqjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T7ZZ4M5zToA/s320/cousins90s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are me and my cousins circa 1989-90-ish.........Not sure exactly. We all flew to Arizona for Christmas. Can you find me? It's not hard........just look for the stone washed genes, bad hair, and pink LA Gear high tops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the full effect you can click on the picture and it will get a little bigger. The shoes up close say it all.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6886211552065267828?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6886211552065267828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6886211552065267828&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6886211552065267828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6886211552065267828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/throwback-thursdays.html' title='Throwback Thursdays'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyouhGDBqjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T7ZZ4M5zToA/s72-c/cousins90s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-33805470098546241</id><published>2007-10-31T05:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T05:49:03.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Tricks and Treat Day.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyhdhGDBqiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/acLtENQ_8Mc/s1600-h/Picture+518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyhdhGDBqiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/acLtENQ_8Mc/s320/Picture+518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127450998901680674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Have a safe and happy Halloween everyone. Don't forget to watch your kids closely and check their bags before they eat them!!! Personally, I am hoping Missy scores a big mound of chocolate just for Mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-33805470098546241?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/33805470098546241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=33805470098546241&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/33805470098546241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/33805470098546241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/wordless-wednesday-tricks-and-treat-day.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Tricks and Treat Day.........'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyhdhGDBqiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/acLtENQ_8Mc/s72-c/Picture+518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-5593235827118608303</id><published>2007-10-30T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T05:42:31.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Awards'/><title type='text'>Some Bloggers Have It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyeKXWDBqgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uhb7Jid1kU0/s1600-h/hits_the_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127218834444495362" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyeKXWDBqgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uhb7Jid1kU0/s320/hits_the_mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no secret, I LOVE to win things. It doesn't matter if it's money, jewelry, gift cards, a pat on the back, or a blogging award. I think I hold deep rooted issues from that frightful night at the 3rd grade carnival where I didn't wear the beautiful 4 foot unicorn. Yes, it's true. I lost it to the little girl with big blue eyes and blond curly hair. Of course she won, her parents bought 25 raffle tickets. Well guess what wanna be Cindy Brady? It's my time to shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my award. I have none other to thank but the wonderful &lt;a href="http://chasedbychildren.typepad.com/chased_by_children/"&gt;Ms.Chased by Children&lt;/a&gt;. Have you ever read her blog? She has to be one of the funniest woman I have ever met. Ask her someday about how her and her mom waiting for us at Abuelo's for over an hour! Still makes me laugh when I think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, who will be the lucky women to have this passed on to........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;drum roll please.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the winners are &lt;a href="http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi's Toes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://riprunninroarin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rip, Runnin, and Roarin&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi's Toes&lt;/a&gt;. Have you ever met her? It's a shame if you haven't. She's a Grandma that carries a Barbie lunch box to work. She's hilarious, she's got class, and her toes are beautiful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://riprunninroarin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rip, Runnin, and Roarin&lt;/a&gt;. This woman deserves it. She was in a Circus for crying out loud. How many of you can say that?!?!?!?!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-5593235827118608303?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5593235827118608303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=5593235827118608303&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5593235827118608303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5593235827118608303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-bloggers-have-it-all.html' title='Some Bloggers Have It All'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyeKXWDBqgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uhb7Jid1kU0/s72-c/hits_the_mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-254285464804066888</id><published>2007-10-29T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:28:34.772-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Brother'/><title type='text'>Me Vs. The Raging Hormone</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted. I've had my little brother for the last couple of days and I have him until next Sunday. The parents are on a cruise. Thanks guys for leaving me in the middle of the cold with a raging hormoned 13 year old boy that doesn't want to ever sleep........or do homework. And mom, seriously.........do you pick up after him ALL the time? Because he has to be the messiest thing I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for the Tiger this weekend. He bonded much better with Raging Hormone boy better than I did this weekend. Their bonding? Well, over computer games, Civil War books, football, and my home cooking of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation the boy and I had this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raging Hormone: Whatcha cooking sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pot Roast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raging Hormone: You can cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, yeah. How do you think my family gets fed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raging Hormone: Just figured you had pizza delivery on speed dial or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks for the vote of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raging Hormone: Well mom said you never cooked when you lived with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe that's because I was 16 and didn't need to cook. She did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raging Hormone: So, this won't kill me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shut up and get some plates out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the pot roast didn't kill him and he even complimented my eggs the next day :) Getting him to write his English paper was a whole seperate task. Mom, please come home soon and claim this alien from my house............please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-254285464804066888?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/254285464804066888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=254285464804066888&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/254285464804066888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/254285464804066888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-vs-raging-hormone.html' title='Me Vs. The Raging Hormone'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2091255766807302241</id><published>2007-10-25T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T08:55:25.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyCgQWDBqfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/h3wa6FzjoXg/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125272578604247538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyCgQWDBqfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/h3wa6FzjoXg/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two months from today we will be sitting around the tree drinking tea and hot cocoa, getting ready to see what Santa has left for us good boys and girls......one of my favorite holidays (My first favorite holiday is 4th of July in case you were interested!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm halfway done with my Christmas shopping!!! How far along are you!?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My question for the day.........what is your favorite holiday????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2091255766807302241?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2091255766807302241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2091255766807302241&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2091255766807302241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2091255766807302241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is Coming!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RyCgQWDBqfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/h3wa6FzjoXg/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-5930904941351786849</id><published>2007-10-24T07:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:00:29.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Making Blueberry Muffins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rx9B1IjiA9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/af-opxnYPkY/s1600-h/Picture+501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rx9B1IjiA9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/af-opxnYPkY/s320/Picture+501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124887282056299474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-5930904941351786849?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5930904941351786849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=5930904941351786849&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5930904941351786849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/5930904941351786849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/wordless-wednesday-making-blueberry.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Making Blueberry Muffins'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rx9B1IjiA9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/af-opxnYPkY/s72-c/Picture+501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-434436859761259632</id><published>2007-10-19T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:14:21.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A meme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rxi7sojiA7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/mjIBCZYmQ9I/s1600-h/5_2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123050951609025458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rxi7sojiA7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/mjIBCZYmQ9I/s320/5_2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the girl who oddly believes she has &lt;a href="http://www.crookedeyebrows.blogspot.com/"&gt;crooked eyebrows&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me with a meme! What she doesn't know, is that her eyebrows are perfect and I long to rip them off her head and put them on my face. Wow, I'm not pyscho. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes ladies. 5 interesting things about me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was a toddler, I used to eat worms and scabs. I used to go in the back yard at my baby sitter's house and dig up her garden so that I could find worms. The scab thing? I don't know. I was clumsy and fell a lot. Yes, I ate the scabs. Therefore, my knees and legs are nothing but scars, scars, scars because my cuts didn't heal properly. Still want to be my friend after reading #1?? Just be glad you weren't the people that raised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am left handed and virtually retarded if I try and use my right hand for anything. It's like dead weight on me. I write crooked, I have problems doing my hair, and I can't even cut a straight line. I blame it all on being left handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I had to go to speech class as a child because I couldn't pronounce my R sounds or the -OOL sounds. After years of spech, I can say "The red rabbit ran away from rain" just fine. But listen closely when I say school, cool, fool, or pool. It's not normal. Missy and the Tiger make fun of me all the time. They always say, "She's coo-el for schoo-el" to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a closet Cowboys fan. Please don't ever tell the Tiger this one. Thank goodness he never pulls up my blog! He'd probably die of a heart attack if he knew secretly I was cheering for the Cowboys and not the Bears. I can't help it. I have Tony Romo and Terrel Owens fever. I'm predicting the Cowboys to win the Superbowl this year. You heard it here first. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have always wanted to go to Canada. Honestly, there is no particular reason for this but it's soemthing I've wanted to do for years and years. But I've been to Mexico and I feel that I should some day go north and see what our neighbors up there are like. And every time I hear the word Canada I always think of the South Park Movie when they say, "Canadaians are a bunch of flapheads." I don't know what the heck that means, but it cracks me up with all the south park people and their heads falling off. So yeah, someone send me to Canada please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it.......my meme. It's amazing what you tell your blogging friends. I am wondering if I'll lose a few after the scab and worm comment. Hahahaahha. I'm all grown up now. I promise I only eat food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! And now the tagging shall begin. &lt;a href="http://lifeisshortpartakeinhappyhour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.peanutbutterandjellyboats.com/"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://teachkdgtn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy&lt;/a&gt;.......... I want to know 5 interesting things about you! Try and beat the scab thing. I dare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-434436859761259632?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/434436859761259632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=434436859761259632&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/434436859761259632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/434436859761259632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/meme.html' title='A meme!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rxi7sojiA7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/mjIBCZYmQ9I/s72-c/5_2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-1595075708518069421</id><published>2007-10-18T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:24:11.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LETTER CAME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RxeWgYjiA6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Dk2-gjnbTrc/s1600-h/nurse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122728584248689570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RxeWgYjiA6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Dk2-gjnbTrc/s320/nurse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE LETTER CAME! THE LETTER CAME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you that don't have a clue what I am talking about........I got accepted into the Nursing Program for 2008! I've been on pins and needles for months now. Playing the waiting game is NOT fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, all my prayers have been answered. Honestly, I deserve this! Does that sound conceited? I am not sure........but I have been busting my butt for two years to do everything right to get into the program. I've gotten the grades, I've passed my test........and I got in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I start in Jan 2008 and will end in Dec 2009. It's gonna be hard and I will probably hate every minute of trying to run a household and being in the program. But the outcome with be beautiful and I'll have a college degree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey &lt;a href="http://www.crookedeyebrow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Donut&lt;/a&gt;, plan on me picking your health care brain a lot over the next couple of years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-1595075708518069421?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1595075708518069421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=1595075708518069421&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1595075708518069421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1595075708518069421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/letter-came.html' title='THE LETTER CAME!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RxeWgYjiA6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Dk2-gjnbTrc/s72-c/nurse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-4681278707183142290</id><published>2007-10-16T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:11:01.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Thoughts On A Dreary Day</title><content type='html'>As I sit and ponder my morning, here are some thoughts on the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new carpet comes tomorrow! Cannot wait. We tore apart two bedrooms at once, yes all at once because we are crazy and have been living in the living room (or would it be front room) for 2, maybe 3 weeks now. Tomorrow night I can't wait to get back in my bedroom! Pictures up by the weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you call it a living room or front room? What's the difference between both? Everything is just a living room to me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I despise my boss. She was ok yesterday. However, she got cc'd on an email that was sent to me and felt she needed to reply before me! Then botched up the email. Honey, if you don't know what you are doing......do not pretend. Let the professionals take care of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By the way, today is Boss's Day! Will I even utter those words to my boss? OH HECK NO. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need my nails done - badly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to do laundry. We must have a lot of clothes because our butts are still covered in clean clothes, yet my basement looks like a tornado hit it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I now know what exactly co-sleeping is thanks to Jenn from &lt;a href="http://natural-news.all-natural-mommies.com/"&gt;All Natural Mommies&lt;/a&gt;. I guess maybe I always knew, but didn't really there was a name associated with it. I just remember having Missy, everyone told me not to let her sleep with me because she will be too attached. Hmmmmmmm, but looking at other mommies maybe I would've done it differently had I of known it was ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tonight I must finish up the trim before the carpet guy comes in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oooooooooooooh, tonight is &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Biggest_Loser/"&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/a&gt;. My favoritest show! And yes, my friends.....I just used the word favorist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-4681278707183142290?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4681278707183142290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=4681278707183142290&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4681278707183142290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/4681278707183142290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleepy-thoughts-on-dreary-day.html' title='Sleepy Thoughts On A Dreary Day'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-3618909393433149054</id><published>2007-10-12T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:29:14.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Boss From Hell</title><content type='html'>Dear Boss From Hell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you! I would really like to thank you for ruining my day. Let me start by saying this......I do not like you and your evil ways. I've been at this company for 9 years. You've been here for what? A minute? Ok, 4 months. Oooooooooh, look at you with your big six figure salary, your nice condo on the lake, and your no children having self! Aren't we big and mighty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you were not nice to me. I was written up today. Seriously? Seriously!? SERIOUSLY?!?!?!? Are you freaking kidding me? Are we 5 or what? And you wrote me up because I made 3 PERSONAL PHONE CALLS FROM MY DESK? Last time I checked, employees were allowed to use the phone whenever they wanted. And if that rule changed, aren't you supposed to let a person know before writing them up? I've worked in HR for 9 years and NEVER have seen such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I KNOW you do not like me because I am the single mom in the department and only work 4 days a week. But is that really a reason to run me out? There's laws lady. Laws you are not following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing honey. I am out of here at the end of the year. Oh yeah, I've got a demanding job and I planned on giving you two months notice. Guess what sugar? You get two weeks now. Oh yeah..........and when I leave it will be time for W2's, salary changes, benefit open enrollment, and bonuses. How will you ever figure that out for yourself? HA! Should've thought about that before you tried to screw seasoned employees. It's on now honey.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Single Mom That Makes Your Skin Crawl Because I Love My Daughter More Than Your Stupid Job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-3618909393433149054?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3618909393433149054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=3618909393433149054&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3618909393433149054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/3618909393433149054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-boss-from-hell.html' title='Dear Boss From Hell'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-1366634260630180503</id><published>2007-10-10T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:01:01.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Snip Snip</title><content type='html'>Apparently Missy decided that she no longer wanted bangs, so instead of growing them out she gave her own face lift, much to my surpise.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rwy-CaJUwbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LwY_O2OHjgE/s1600-h/Picture+434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rwy-CaJUwbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LwY_O2OHjgE/s320/Picture+434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119675825000858034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rwy-qKJUwcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iltmHOdgCOs/s1600-h/Picture+435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rwy-qKJUwcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iltmHOdgCOs/s320/Picture+435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119676507900658114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is that she thinks it looks great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-1366634260630180503?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1366634260630180503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=1366634260630180503&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1366634260630180503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/1366634260630180503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/wordless-wednesday-snip-snip.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Snip Snip'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rwy-CaJUwbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LwY_O2OHjgE/s72-c/Picture+434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8073924227515552633</id><published>2007-10-08T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:15:13.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A case of the Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh, as I hang my head in left over alcohol-ness from the long weekend......I've sure got a case of the Mondays. I'm crabby, I'm wishing I was retired and living on a beach somewhere. Mmmmm........a beach would be nice right now. Real nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved this weekend. The bloggy meet up was great. Go to Crooked Eyebrow's &lt;a href="http://www.crookedeyebrow.blogspot.com/"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt; and to Beth's &lt;a href="http://ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt; for the pictures. However, Beth doesn't have any pics of me so they won't be near as enjoyable as Crooked Eyebrow's!!!!! hahahahaha..........Ok, OK, OK it's my fault. I left to go see a stripper! And it turns out I missed the FLAN! No one told me there was going to be flan! You all hid it from me on purpose I bet!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the bloggy meet up, I went to a batchlorette party. Oh the stories I could tell. But, I probably shouldn't! hahahaha..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sit here on Monday, at work, staring at papers to be filed. Oh Filing Goddess, where are you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with this picture for the day. Why? Because every time I look at it, I think, "QUIT STARING AT ME PENGUIN!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118968886268838306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rwo7FKJUwaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Uaru_0dq6BU/s320/me+and+indian.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8073924227515552633?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8073924227515552633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8073924227515552633&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8073924227515552633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8073924227515552633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/case-of-mondays.html' title='A case of the Mondays'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rwo7FKJUwaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Uaru_0dq6BU/s72-c/me+and+indian.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8056587270223037258</id><published>2007-10-05T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:12:13.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Nathan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone I know is having a baby besides me I think....! This girl is starting to get baby fever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Welcome to the world Baby Nathan Daniel. He was born on 10/02/07. Mommy and him are doing well. Unfortunately, daddy was not there because he is off fighting the senseless war in Iraq. Daddy is Tiger's brother.........so that makes me kinda a new aunt? Awwwwww, Aunt Jenni. I love it. As I was saying, Daddy is in Iraq but was able to be on the phone the entire time that Mom was in labor. Next best thing right? He won't be back until March, but for now pics will be cherished.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Nathan.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117854853356634514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwZF36JUwZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZqWb2-_fMv4/s320/baby+nathan+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117854247766245746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwZFUqJUwXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J0Z_GMbaPC8/s320/baby+nathan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8056587270223037258?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8056587270223037258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8056587270223037258&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8056587270223037258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8056587270223037258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-baby-nathan.html' title='Welcome Baby Nathan!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwZF36JUwZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZqWb2-_fMv4/s72-c/baby+nathan+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8126382935771016428</id><published>2007-10-04T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:57:21.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy and More</title><content type='html'>So the Tiger has a cold. I've been doing my best to stay away so that I don't catch it. Kind of hard when you sleep next to someone every night as they cough their way through sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Missy has gotten the cold. It's a light one and I'm doing my best to keep it from getting worse..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, yesterday when we were on our way to cheerleading, she sneezed. I blessed her and she goes, "Mommy, do you suppose it's just allergies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, huh? Where do kids pick this stuff up from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8126382935771016428?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8126382935771016428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8126382935771016428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8126382935771016428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8126382935771016428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/missy-and-more.html' title='Missy and More'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6213170355357365751</id><published>2007-10-03T06:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T06:21:43.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Our day at the Museum of Science and Industry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwN5wqJUwUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2pdXSQ-Eh5s/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwN5wqJUwUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2pdXSQ-Eh5s/s320/Picture+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117067478477095234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwN6uaJUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TqFoFGHnu-Y/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwN6uaJUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TqFoFGHnu-Y/s320/Picture+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117068539334017378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwN6OqJUwVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nDuO269jrfw/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwN6OqJUwVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nDuO269jrfw/s320/Picture+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117067993873170770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwN5QKJUwTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x118WY7IEvU/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwN5QKJUwTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x118WY7IEvU/s320/Picture+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117066920131346738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6213170355357365751?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6213170355357365751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6213170355357365751&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6213170355357365751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6213170355357365751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/wordless-wednesday-our-day-at-museum-of.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Our day at the Museum of Science and Industry'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RwN5wqJUwUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2pdXSQ-Eh5s/s72-c/Picture+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8275773285338310520</id><published>2007-09-28T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T08:34:22.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Minute Inside A Woman's Head</title><content type='html'>Welcome to this woman's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been crazy. I don't know if I am coming or going anymore. Things HAVE GOT to slow down a bit. Hello Lord, are you listening up there? Mama needs a break, some time off, a nice bubble bath, SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to 4 days a week to spend more time with my daughter. Turns out my job is still a 5 day job. I am totally swamped and can't even begin to be caught up. Do I tell the boss from hell? No thanks. I'll ride this one out because I am afraid they'll put me back on 5 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School. Oh school, how you are driving me nuts too. I want to be a Nurse. I do NOT want to be stuck in this English class for another two months. Seriously. It's not even English. It's called "The Elements of Argument" and they classify this as English because we write paper. And stupid papers they are. I've got an A++ in the class and I find myself day dreaming constantly instead of reading that 800 page book. They seriously make an 800 page book on arguing. And how did the writers not kill themselves of boredom writing it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I have to fix my car one more time this year I might scream. Yes, I need a new car. But mama doesn't have that kind of money. I'm in the middle of re-doing the room, we've got cheerleading, we've got everyday bills, and the car thing is killing me here. I tried to spend my morning at Panera Bread on Wednesday to have a cup of tea and read the above mentioned book. But the car broke down in the parking lot. But $184 later and an oil change, she was back on the road.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that my friends, is one minute inside a women's head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.  I figured out that my only alone time each day is in the shower first thing in the morning. Wow, I get to spend 15 minutes by myself each day....at 4:45 a.m. Even the roosters aren't awake yet. Where do you get your alone time at? Or are you like me and have about zero alone time? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8275773285338310520?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8275773285338310520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8275773285338310520&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8275773285338310520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8275773285338310520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-minute-inside-womans-head.html' title='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-2397825324119289902</id><published>2007-09-26T06:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:21:11.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rvo_uaJUwSI/AAAAAAAAADs/-YMNbUEDc1w/s1600-h/P1010239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rvo_uaJUwSI/AAAAAAAAADs/-YMNbUEDc1w/s320/P1010239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114470393357582626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Missy's Halloween Costume!  She went from last year's Super Girl to this year's Bat Girl (she LOVES Super Heroes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your kids decided on costumes yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-2397825324119289902?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2397825324119289902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=2397825324119289902&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2397825324119289902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/2397825324119289902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/Rvo_uaJUwSI/AAAAAAAAADs/-YMNbUEDc1w/s72-c/P1010239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-8273750224958517369</id><published>2007-09-25T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:16:40.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Hole?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So what exactly is the point of this phase that teenagers and young adults go through? In my day, it was piercings.......and lots of them. I've got the scare on the eyebrow and belly button to prove I was a part of it all! ................ but what happens to these kids ears when they hit 30?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114130021494341906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RvkKKKJUwRI/AAAAAAAAADk/GWiEW_8pfnw/s320/16mm_Flesh_Tunnel-sharpened.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-8273750224958517369?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8273750224958517369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=8273750224958517369&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8273750224958517369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/8273750224958517369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-hole.html' title='Big Hole?'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RvkKKKJUwRI/AAAAAAAAADk/GWiEW_8pfnw/s72-c/16mm_Flesh_Tunnel-sharpened.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6335383826671399703</id><published>2007-09-21T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:28:55.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Night - CPHS Class of 97, Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>It's the long awaited night. Wow. I've been out of high school for 10 years? Seriously? It can't be. I still have the mind of an 18 year old, without the body to match! Ok, ok.........I am just a really really mature 18 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning on the way to work I began to reflect on these last 10 years. I wonder what everyone did with all these years. Will I be the loser of the bunch? Will they all be fat and ugly (yes I am hoping a few of them are!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High was the best time of my life, until now. I absolutely love my life these days and wouldn't trade any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be people there I can't wait to see, people I won't even remember, people I won't even recognize, and people I really would rather slit my wrist than be in a room with. Wow, it's like high school all over again! But I guess that's the point right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do old feelings end? Does time really heal wounds? I guess tonight we'll see. There's this girl.....a girl who was one of my best friends all through high school. After high school, I found out she'd been sleeping with my boyfriend the whole time. Nice huh? I haven't seen her since that fateful night. Will I be nice? Mmmmmmmmmm........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that Sheryl over at &lt;a href="http://www.peanutbutterandjellyboats.com/"&gt;PBJ Boats&lt;/a&gt; was going to be here tonight. I really, really miss her since she's been in Florida. I got used to her visiting Indiana monthly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, have no fear, cuz I will have my Donut over at &lt;a href="http://www.crookedeyebrow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crooked Eyebrow&lt;/a&gt; there tonight. She can't find clothes. She stresses way too much over it! Hop over to her page and help her find an outfit to wear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6335383826671399703?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6335383826671399703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6335383826671399703&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6335383826671399703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6335383826671399703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/reunion-night-cphs-class-of-97-here-we.html' title='Reunion Night - CPHS Class of 97, Here We Come!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-356182919927919572</id><published>2007-09-20T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:30:11.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 15 Minutes Of Fame</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, I was in the paper. If you would've blinked, you would've missed me. Ivy Tech announced their dean's list...........and I am on it! So &lt;a href="http://www.nwitimes.com/articles/2007/09/18/community/rop/doc95b9569b8e92e2e0862573590057989d.txt"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;! If you scroll down far enough you will see "Jennifer North, Merrillville."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone that says they are too old, don't have the money, don't have the time, or use their kids as an excuse as to why they can't get a degree........is dead wrong! I managed a 3.5 GPA with working full time, being full time mom, part time taxi driver, part maid, and part time cheerleading mom. So there really are no excuses and I now know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for a runaway kid from the trailer park, huh? NOW if I can just get that acceptance letter from Nursing School, I will be ALL SET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-356182919927919572?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/356182919927919572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=356182919927919572&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/356182919927919572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/356182919927919572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-15-minutes-of-fame.html' title='My 15 Minutes Of Fame'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351155580690942963.post-6031712008795966787</id><published>2007-09-19T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:51:54.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RvEX4ahSELI/AAAAAAAAADU/VaQdUNHY5No/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RvEX4ahSELI/AAAAAAAAADU/VaQdUNHY5No/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111893310001254578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a special day. 4 years ago today, I became a single mom. I left the abuse, the humility, the embarrassment of a broken relationship and found myself again. Today it's all about me and Missy. She's too young to realize everything I did 4 years ago was for her and her safety. It's been a long and hard road, but I do believe we've made it kiddo..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RvEXMahSEKI/AAAAAAAAADM/39utLxmXvAI/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RvEXMahSEKI/AAAAAAAAADM/39utLxmXvAI/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111892554087010466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3351155580690942963-6031712008795966787?l=morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6031712008795966787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351155580690942963&amp;postID=6031712008795966787&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6031712008795966787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351155580690942963/posts/default/6031712008795966787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanasinglemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/wordless-wednesday-happy-anniversary.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>More Than A Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14937824727324282230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/SK4kqJkN54I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ep_ReDkmF8E/S220/Kisses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o9PkR5CfJU/RvEX4ahSELI/AAAAAAAAADU/VaQdUNHY5No/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
