<?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-4819995711445824302</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:25:14.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-8407626732858575218</id><published>2011-02-24T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:47:19.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs Of A Kitchen Lady... TMI</title><content type='html'>Over the years I have learned not to bring up certain subjects in the lunch line or it simply takes too long for the kiddies to get their lunch in under a minute AND tell me all the important details of their lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Lady Subjects to avoid if you want the kids to get through the line quickly(and that's what we want) because bringing up these subjects starts a chain reaction involving every child in the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Subject- Pets&lt;br /&gt;#2 Subject- Baby brothers or sisters&lt;br /&gt;#3 Subject- Loose or Lost teeth (Especially true for first graders because just about all of them are losing teeth)&lt;br /&gt;$4 Subject- Movies or Videos&lt;br /&gt;#5 Subject- Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I broke a cardinal rule and I paid the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troysie- "Oh Honey, you lost a tooth"&lt;br /&gt;Girlie- (Proudly)"I pushed it out with my tongue!"&lt;br /&gt;T- "Good"&lt;br /&gt;G-"Then I YANKED it out, and it was bleeding all over the place!, then I spit and there was more blood!,(she's gotta hurry cause she is almost done getting her lunch by now) "Then my mom saw it and said EWWWWW! then I washed my mouth out and the water was orange"&lt;br /&gt;"THEN I GOT $5.00!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Troysie-(exhausted) "Wow that's great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did ask...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-8407626732858575218?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8407626732858575218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=8407626732858575218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8407626732858575218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8407626732858575218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2011/02/memoirs-of-kitchen-lady-tmi.html' title='Memoirs Of A Kitchen Lady... TMI'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4210800321077538829</id><published>2011-01-29T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:59:43.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Channeling My Inner Dusty</title><content type='html'>I have a girlfriend Dusty who can make the coolest things from found objects. I have some of these treasures and you would not believe what this gal can do with brown paper bags and we have the worlds cutest snowman made from stair posts. Dusty Rocks the world of re-claimed craft items.She is very inspiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a gal at my gym was offering a box of her mother in laws old porcelain doll parts. When I saw them I decided to channel my inner Dusty and take them home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUR8S6ujenI/AAAAAAAAANk/lgbbsS6Osq8/s1600/Troys%2BPictures%2B1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUR8S6ujenI/AAAAAAAAANk/lgbbsS6Osq8/s400/Troys%2BPictures%2B1988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567711703780784754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUR7y-rlXdI/AAAAAAAAANc/06JLARIxEZ4/s1600/Troys%2BPictures%2B1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUR7y-rlXdI/AAAAAAAAANc/06JLARIxEZ4/s400/Troys%2BPictures%2B1987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567711155086253522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I do with this stuff???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUR_JgMrbOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9ZQBWFAIJhc/s1600/Troys%2BPictures%2B1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUR_JgMrbOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9ZQBWFAIJhc/s400/Troys%2BPictures%2B1986.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567714840575438050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Hand Painted, and simply beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUR9WsSEbJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdZ2nJ_LYfE/s1600/Troys%2BPictures%2B1985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUR9WsSEbJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdZ2nJ_LYfE/s400/Troys%2BPictures%2B1985.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567712868134317202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a vow that the box that sat in that ladies garage since 1983 won't sit in my garage just as long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Ideas????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4210800321077538829?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4210800321077538829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4210800321077538829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4210800321077538829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4210800321077538829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2011/01/channeling-my-inner-dusty.html' title='Channeling My Inner Dusty'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUR8S6ujenI/AAAAAAAAANk/lgbbsS6Osq8/s72-c/Troys%2BPictures%2B1988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-2437358026725815759</id><published>2011-01-26T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:02:24.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Five-O Party #1</title><content type='html'>This year I have TONS AND TONS of friends who will be turning 50. I expect to attend several parties in their honor, it will be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look at it like a dreaded getting older kind of thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider us to be Nifty-Fifty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the block to turn 50 in our group is Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her actual birthday January 22 we went to The Ice House in Pasadena and saw some great comedians with her family and friends. Get this! five of the women at this party will be turning 50 this year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night however was our turn, time for just us girlfriends. Dee Dee and I plotted and planned to make Kathy's day so special. Our idea of a good time always includes a good dinner so we decided to make Kathy's birthday "A Hoot" and take her to Hooters.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBrnw3Ux7I/AAAAAAAAANM/VNdeIhkduow/s1600/Troys%2BPictures%2B1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBrnw3Ux7I/AAAAAAAAANM/VNdeIhkduow/s400/Troys%2BPictures%2B1975.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566567470305953714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our evening decked out in our scarves and sunglasses ready for a convertible ride in my groovy new car. (Thanks Charles for stopping the repairs on your car to come take some pictures of some silly gals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBpVwylsOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/RrSoIAbC9Q0/s1600/Troys%2BPictures%2B1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBpVwylsOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/RrSoIAbC9Q0/s400/Troys%2BPictures%2B1969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566564962025189602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we made it to Hooters and Kathy Loved the idea. Dee Dee and I had not been there before, Kathy took her son to the one in Las Vegas when he turned 21 but when we walked in we realized we had just walked into a Man Cave... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the only girls in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost felt like we had entered into the "no girls allowed" Order of the Water Buffalo Lodge or someones basement during a secret Man Only ritual,we were intimidated, but we pressed on... We were welcomed in and had a cute waitress who sat right down and joined us. She was all into seeing Kathy's gifts and we had a super good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we arrived some families with small children came in for dinner. Dee Dee was Shocked! "I am 50 and never have been in here and they come in their strollers"She's a crack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Honor Kathy's big day they made her a GIANT foil bow hat, we are talking HUGE. They have some big foil at Hooters. Kathy loved wearing her hat but unfortunately it had to come off to get back into the Mini Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBpxeSYYII/AAAAAAAAAM8/kSmCisUztCA/s1600/Troys%2BPictures%2B1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBpxeSYYII/AAAAAAAAAM8/kSmCisUztCA/s400/Troys%2BPictures%2B1980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566565438094598274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the mall a bit to work off our dinner then it was dessert time at Cheesecake Factory. NO Dessert Sharing allowed for this group of gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBvNUaEYZI/AAAAAAAAANU/smlvVKomaSc/s1600/Troys%2BPictures%2B1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBvNUaEYZI/AAAAAAAAANU/smlvVKomaSc/s400/Troys%2BPictures%2B1984.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566571414036963730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest line of the evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy- "I can't read this menu, Can you read it?"&lt;br /&gt;Dee Dee- "Sure I can read it no problem"&lt;br /&gt;Troy- "Here's a flashlight"&lt;br /&gt;Kathy-"I don't know how you two can read this and I can't?"&lt;br /&gt;Dee Dee- "Well, We're not 50 yet" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so incredibly blessed by these women and after some math we realized Kathy and I have been friends 40 years Yikes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kathy, And Many Many More...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBqJG3B_cI/AAAAAAAAANE/gtH5L_qtyig/s1600/Troys%2BPictures%2B1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBqJG3B_cI/AAAAAAAAANE/gtH5L_qtyig/s400/Troys%2BPictures%2B1981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566565844122729922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-2437358026725815759?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2437358026725815759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=2437358026725815759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2437358026725815759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2437358026725815759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-five-o-party-1.html' title='The Big Five-O Party #1'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TUBrnw3Ux7I/AAAAAAAAANM/VNdeIhkduow/s72-c/Troys%2BPictures%2B1975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1860523440889637049</id><published>2010-11-07T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T07:20:13.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought You Understood...</title><content type='html'>Dear Steve, I thought you understood, I told whomever would listen about how you totally understood, and I was so proud of you, because YOU got Me!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Husband knows what I love" I would boast, fully confident that you knew and understood my feelings and passions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talking about my love of a nice purse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited when you got a bonus and said, "go get yourself a purse" starting my Brighton Purse collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were excited and told everyone last Christmas that you bought this lovely number for me... Oh, how I loved that Man O' Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TNbBp8nicPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZTxGJ7bskBk/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TNbBp8nicPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZTxGJ7bskBk/s400/Troys+Pictures+1785.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536825718289363186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought nothing of it today when I decided to do my birthday shopping for you and came home with this baby... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TNbA-LRl3hI/AAAAAAAAALw/IE3C9uqAuYE/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TNbA-LRl3hI/AAAAAAAAALw/IE3C9uqAuYE/s400/Troys+Pictures+1784.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536824966309600786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bag I have been admiring and researching for quite awhile. I thought you would be happy that I was happy AND that you didn't have to go shopping for me, But you said the most shocking, heart breaking words a purse loving woman could hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't I just buy you a purse a year ago?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh No!!!! What A World, What A World...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1860523440889637049?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1860523440889637049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1860523440889637049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1860523440889637049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1860523440889637049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-thought-you-understood.html' title='I Thought You Understood...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TNbBp8nicPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZTxGJ7bskBk/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+1785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-8279278999647074690</id><published>2010-11-06T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:56:17.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something different</title><content type='html'>Last night we had a Potluck Thanksgiving at our Family Game night Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt SOOO strange to cook the Turkey and Gravy and that's it. It was so fun though and of course our meal was simply delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the gals made seriously,the best Green Bean Casserole, it was Paula Deen's recipe so I say look it up and go for it... I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friend made some Crock Pot stuffing that was so good, I could have eaten the entire bowl... A Recipe I had to have... Give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow Cooker Stuffing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1 - 8" square pan of cornbread (I like Marie Callender's) or you can use 2 boxes of Jiffy corn bread mix.)&lt;br /&gt;8-10 slices of some other bread&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c, celery        (you can get a pre-chopped mix of chopped onions and celery&lt;br /&gt;                           at Stater Bros.)&lt;br /&gt;2 cans cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;1 can chicken broth (15-16 ounces)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tablespoons sage or poultry seasoning ( I use poultry seasoning)&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Prepare cornbread according to package directions.  Crumble cornbread and other bread together.  (I like to crumble it and put it in a large pan, and let it dry over night).&lt;br /&gt;In large bowl, combine all ingredients except butter and mix well. Put into a greased slow cooker and dot top with butter. Cover and cook on high for 2-4 hours or on low for 3-8 hours.  Makes 16 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Blessed Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Troysie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-8279278999647074690?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8279278999647074690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=8279278999647074690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8279278999647074690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8279278999647074690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-different.html' title='Something different'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7077252879798303398</id><published>2010-11-05T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:48:07.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady- Sadness and Gladness</title><content type='html'>This week was one of Sadness and Gladness in the life of this Kitchen Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my morning school I am there for breakfast and since the kids eat in a Self Serve manner I do not have much inter-action with them.  I see them every day and wave to them, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked by and a little girl who was just leaving the line looked at me, waved and shyly said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hi Troy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt, Melt, Melt went my heart... I don't know if she overheard or asked my name, but wow, she new my name... I went home with a giant smile on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my lunch school, I knew the day would come, I have seen it many times before... A game I play with a little first grader ends because they outgrow me. Indiana Jones and Darth Vader don't want me to sing their theme songs anymore as they go by which is actually good cause I cant really remember who was Indiana and who was Darth. At least the Ninja Turtle still wants to be called Leo or Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week I noticed it, I thought he was distracted but it went on for the whole week. My little spy guy no longer holds his hand up like a phone and plays spies with me.  No more "Over and Out" but the worst thing is that he is no longer calling me Tawnie... Wahhhhh He is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7077252879798303398?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7077252879798303398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7077252879798303398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7077252879798303398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7077252879798303398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/memoirs-of-kitchen-lady-sadness-and.html' title='Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady- Sadness and Gladness'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-2744191920205137310</id><published>2010-11-04T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:23:15.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference Between Women and Girls...</title><content type='html'>Just like Men and Boys, the Difference between Women and Girls is the price of their toys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Tupperware for instance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gal at my gym is having a Tupperware party with "Amazing Discounts" Lasts forever, lifetime guarantee, won't stain or melt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds great right? "Unbeatable, lowest prices of the season" I begin to drool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have purchased several pieces,some good, some not so good. Some I look at and wonder Why??? like my $15.00 plastic container to hold my seasoning packets. What was I thinking??? and I worked and worked for an eternity to get my spinning spice rack that cost more than I want to mention and heartbreakingly never quite worked in my pantry. Then there are my things I can't do without like my batter mixing bowl, measuring cups and small storage containers, not to mention my giant thirst quencher cup that is NOT to be touched by any male in my household... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I cant even imagine how much my favorite giant red "Enormo-Bowl" set my brother back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the stuff is expensive, but that is one of the rites of passage to become a woman... Give the "Serve and Store" stuff from the 99Cent store to the girls. I am a Woman and I Love Tupperware...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-2744191920205137310?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2744191920205137310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=2744191920205137310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2744191920205137310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2744191920205137310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/difference-between-women-and-girls.html' title='The Difference Between Women and Girls...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7724110894533638235</id><published>2010-11-03T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:19:43.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TNH8BiSQ-OI/AAAAAAAAALo/fYCp8_CzIkc/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TNH8BiSQ-OI/AAAAAAAAALo/fYCp8_CzIkc/s400/Troys+Pictures+1782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535482520328534242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Election was yesterday, So, it didn't turn out as Steveie and I voted... Oh Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't Vote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't get to complain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7724110894533638235?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7724110894533638235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7724110894533638235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7724110894533638235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7724110894533638235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-after.html' title='The Day After...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TNH8BiSQ-OI/AAAAAAAAALo/fYCp8_CzIkc/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+1782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4875521293084221456</id><published>2010-11-02T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:36:17.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2nd.</title><content type='html'>I have never been a Democrat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should take that back, I was born into a Democratic family so I guess I was a Democrat up until the age of consent that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when it became time for me to register to vote, my dad showed me the pamphlet and where to check the boxes I needed to become a legal voter. When it came time to choose my party, I had to admit to my father that I was not going to register as a Democrat... He was surprised, disappointed, but not too angry,BUT I still did live in his house and ours was not a republican house so he let me register as independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't vote for Jimmy Carter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met my hubby Steve he came from a Republican household so I began to vote like he did. Oh how Steve and dad loved to debate the issues, Dad loved Steve and Steve loved dad and I think they enjoyed having political differences, it was fun and exciting to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just was glad I finally got to come out of the political closet and be what I truly am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Conservative Christian Female Republican...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wear my "I voted" sticker proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4875521293084221456?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4875521293084221456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4875521293084221456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4875521293084221456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4875521293084221456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-2nd.html' title='November 2nd.'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1120081620552416086</id><published>2010-11-01T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:34:45.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Jobs...</title><content type='html'>For the past several years I have not been home for Trick Or Treaters. Either I was working at a Harvest Festival or taking kids around town... Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided that no matter what we are doing, our house will always remain open for Trick Or Treaters and it was Steve's job to "Man The Fort"... I do admit I was a little jealous when he would tell me about the cutest little princess', kids that cracked him up, or scary costumes, so this year I was super excited when our church decided to have a daytime Harvest Festival which freed me up for the evenings festivities... Woo Hoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited!!! Got the Candy Ready, Pumpkins Carved, Spider Webs set, Eric dropped off with his friends, Let the evening begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was because of the Sunday Holiday but we didn't get our first Trick or Treater until after 6:30, well after dark... Steve and I thought the night was going to be a bust... I was bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the kids starting coming... And Coming... And Coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just natural for Steve to get up to hand out the candy, but I really wanted to do it too, we started taking turns, but that didn't work out well either cause he still got up every time I did "To see the kids".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were giving out three different candies so I would have the candy organized just right and he would mess it all up. humph!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Troy, Take a Chill Pill, This is supposed to be fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I gave up, I had to face the fact, Candy giving out is Steve's thing and I was just cramping his style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we all have our Halloween jobs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1120081620552416086?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1120081620552416086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1120081620552416086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1120081620552416086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1120081620552416086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-jobs.html' title='Halloween Jobs...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7478810292213916770</id><published>2010-08-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:46:01.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 2 Woman... That's Me!!!</title><content type='html'>When you hear the news and watch television it's like you are watching society deteriorate. You see young girls and women who have completely lost sight of the fact that they are treasure... &lt;br /&gt;The quote from a mother to her five daughters on a reality show once made me genuinely ill. With one thoughtless comment, that mother removed some of her daughters value. "EVERY GIRL sleeps with her High School boyfriend". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad and losing a little hope until I entered the cyber-world and met so many wonderful young women and mothers who honor family and marriage, I love that they have come to me for advise from an older women's perspective, it helps me to keep my wife/mom mind still a-goin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a myspace friend wrote me a thank you note and told me I was her Titus2 woman. I had always thought I was trying to be a Proverbs 31 woman but when I read the scripture my friend had sent I cried because I am indeed, a Titus 2 woman.  My heart is to do what I call "Lovey-ing(Troy word) on women" It took me many years to learn to love my simple blessed life, and I want to do all I can to help others learn this lesson way earlier than I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading an article today and I was reminded to reach out to others just to let them know, this older woman is here for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Troysie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus 2:3-5"Older women likewise are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers or slaves to much wine. They are to teach what is good, and so train the young women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled.&lt;br /&gt;Titus 2:3-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from the "Raising Homemakers" site... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, do you long to find a Titus 2 woman to mentor you? Do you wish that you had someone to ask advice from? Or perhaps you are an older godly woman and you wonder who would be interested in what you could share.It can seem rather frustrating and lonely, but I want to encourage you to take heart. You may not have a line of older godly women standing at your front door ready to assist you, and you may not have a large group of younger ladies hanging on your every word, but you do have God’s word and the opportunity to live out these beautiful passages.There may be women in your church that may be hesitant to just offer advice, they may feel like they would be “intruding.” I want to encourage you younger women to ask questions and start conversations with the “older” godly ladies in your churches and in your communities. I also want to encourage the older ladies to be aware and look for ways to bless these younger women.I think there has been such a disconnect between the generations due to so many programs at church where everyone is separated by age that we have forgotten how to integrate the ages and learn from each other. So instead of just letting it continue on this way, let us be the ones to approach the women of different ages and live this scripture out.The beauty of Titus 2 is that it give us clear instructions on what we are to be teaching and what we are to be learning. Let these scriptures  guide us in our conversations. It may be a little awkward at first, but pray and ask the Lord to open up opportunities and help you to persevere.Perhaps you are in a situation where you just are not aware of anyone yet who you can mentor or be mentored by, there are so many other ways to learn from godly women from reading their books, listening to online mentoring sessions and reading their blogs.Of course, you can live out these scriptures right now by teaching and training your daughters to love and cherish family and home. Let the beauty of Titus 2 come alive and be blessed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7478810292213916770?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7478810292213916770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7478810292213916770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7478810292213916770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7478810292213916770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/08/titus-2-woman-thats-me.html' title='Titus 2 Woman... That&apos;s Me!!!'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-818460950096952858</id><published>2010-06-17T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:57:36.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for our Nation</title><content type='html'>We are news watchers in our home and lately, the state of our Nation has left us with very heavy hearts. We are sad for the economy, unemployment, and the Gulf oil spill disaster. Sooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TBq1o8iVRlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rcpawKYH8UM/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TBq1o8iVRlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rcpawKYH8UM/s400/Troys+Pictures+1082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483895211326522962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started a prayer vigil for our nation. We have lit a candle and placed it in a central area in our home so it can be a constant reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Nation is Blessed, We just have to remember that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS AMERICA&lt;br /&gt;LAND THAT WE LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-818460950096952858?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/818460950096952858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=818460950096952858' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/818460950096952858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/818460950096952858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/06/praying-for-our-nation.html' title='Praying for our Nation'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TBq1o8iVRlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rcpawKYH8UM/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+1082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-8084542480151271268</id><published>2010-05-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:37:28.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Miss Brown Sugar Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3Vg63mrgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9EOYCm0wf0w/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3Vg63mrgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9EOYCm0wf0w/s400/Troys+Pictures+1040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475767483487399426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Brown Sugar Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure has been a fun year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was a little nervous to give you a try, I was concerned that my "Maxi Hiney" would fit in a Mini Cooper. But not only were you a surprisingly good fit, but you were very fun to drive (even if you dont have a stick shift)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Never have I received so much attention as I have driving you. I will never forget when the guy frantically pulled me over in the El Torito parking lot just to tell me that you were the prettiest car he has ever seen! (why of course)Or how many times I have caught people looking in your windows. Brown Sugar,You are something special and you have made me feel special as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes you so special? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what makes you special is your giant speedometer which is perfect for an old lady like me cause I can read you without my glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, My friends say that even the police could read it so maybe that isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3VIR0vELI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3xBVjmDURWI/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3VIR0vELI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3xBVjmDURWI/s400/Troys+Pictures+1041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475767060152651954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be your handy "Barn Doors" and extra trunk space which kind of qualifies you as a mom-friendly car. (Enough room for a stroller, or baseball gear,but not enough for camping gear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fitting a full two weeks groceries or a Costco buying spree can be a challenge,which I just chalk it up to a sacrifice for beauty so that's not it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3Uf8zrh3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aniVp4DoWHQ/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3Uf8zrh3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aniVp4DoWHQ/s400/Troys+Pictures+1042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475766367316313970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, possibly it's your super cool third door which makes it so easy for fully grown Eric to easily get in and out of the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... They call these "Suicide Doors" so that's not it either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3mngis0VI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gUuicuzq5og/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3mngis0VI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gUuicuzq5og/s400/Troys+Pictures+1043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475786288377155922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown Sugar Baby, I know what makes you so special, you just like the cars before you are an Opportunity and a Testimony. Because of you, I get to explain to people what a blessing it is for my husband to work for such a wonderful company that allows us to drive their cars. But not only that... Another car is going to be released into the world that has been annointed and prayed over... God is so Good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW your new owner will be so happy with you... Happy Trails to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see who replaces you tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-8084542480151271268?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8084542480151271268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=8084542480151271268' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8084542480151271268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8084542480151271268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-miss-brown-sugar-baby_26.html' title='Dear Miss Brown Sugar Baby'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3Vg63mrgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9EOYCm0wf0w/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+1040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4247923075910904</id><published>2010-05-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:20:10.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Miss Brown Sugar Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3Vg63mrgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9EOYCm0wf0w/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3Vg63mrgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9EOYCm0wf0w/s400/Troys+Pictures+1040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475767483487399426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Brown Sugar Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure has been a fun year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was a little nervous to give you a try, I was concerned that my "Maxi" hiney would fit in my cool new Mini Cooper. Not only was this car a surprisingly good fit, but it has been very fun to drive. &lt;br /&gt;Never have I received so much attention as I have driving you and I will never forget when the guy frantically pulled me over in the El Torito parking lot just to tell me that you were the prettiest car he has ever seen! (why of course)Or how many times I have caught people looking in your windows. Brown Sugar,You are something special and you have made me feel special as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what makes you special is your super cool speedometer which is perfect for an old lady like me cause I can read you without my glasses...My friends say that even the police could read it so maybe that isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3VIR0vELI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3xBVjmDURWI/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3VIR0vELI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3xBVjmDURWI/s400/Troys+Pictures+1041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475767060152651954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it is your cool "Barn Doors" and extra trunk space which kind of qualifies you as a mom-friendly car. (Enough room for a stroller, or baseball gear,but not enough for camping gear)Fitting a full two weeks groceries or a Costco buying spree can be a challenge, but one I am definitely up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3Uf8zrh3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aniVp4DoWHQ/s1600/Troys+Pictures+1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3Uf8zrh3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aniVp4DoWHQ/s400/Troys+Pictures+1042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475766367316313970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4247923075910904?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4247923075910904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4247923075910904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4247923075910904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4247923075910904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-miss-brown-sugar-baby.html' title='Dear Miss Brown Sugar Baby'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S_3Vg63mrgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9EOYCm0wf0w/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+1040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1091279539694141463</id><published>2010-04-24T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:13:11.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>Today we aren't doing anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up early, Steve already at the dog park. Took Eric to his performance workshop, went to Tai Pan for some retail therapy armed with a 25% off coupon, picked up Eric, got some take out,went to help a girlfriend color her hair, cleaned, did dishes, made dinner and studied for hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do on a day when I am doing Something?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTM&lt;br /&gt;(Giggling to myself...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1091279539694141463?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1091279539694141463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1091279539694141463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1091279539694141463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1091279539694141463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-8627110112727526836</id><published>2010-04-18T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:15:58.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment in the life of a Miller...</title><content type='html'>Troy in the bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve leaving for the dog park with Eric and Yogi in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve comes back in the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve- (excited) "Hey Troy come here! I forgot to show you what I made in Sunday School today!" (Steve's one of the teachers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Troy hurries up with her business and comes out...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S8u6AF3rooI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BCM2SqfJupo/s1600/Troys+Pictures+849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S8u6AF3rooI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BCM2SqfJupo/s400/Troys+Pictures+849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461663483855348354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's a sheep in case you are wondering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy- "Niceeeee, but where are the eyes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve- "Oh they had eyes but I decided to use cotton balls for the eyes see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy= "Niceeeee..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric in the car HONK HONK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve- "Notice the beard and moustache I made?" (Laughing with pride)&lt;br /&gt;"The kids really loved it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy- "LOVE IT! I'll put it on the fridge!!!"(fake smile with no teeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONK HONK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve-"Gotta run..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering...Yes, I put it on the fridge...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-8627110112727526836?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8627110112727526836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=8627110112727526836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8627110112727526836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8627110112727526836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/04/moment-in-life-of-miller.html' title='A moment in the life of a Miller...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S8u6AF3rooI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BCM2SqfJupo/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5584969332066862476</id><published>2010-03-30T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:37:43.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady Over and Out</title><content type='html'>I Love playing games with the kids while I am serving them their lunch, I will always be in awe of how much conversation we have in the under a minute they are in the line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st grader boy making a phone with his hand, thumb to his ear, pinky to his mouth..."Tawni, What's for Lunch Tawni? Over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy (alias Tawni also making a hand phone) "We have Chili, Chicken Nuggets, Pizza...Etc... Over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy "Tawni, I will take the Nuggets Over and Out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy/Tawni " Over and out you have a great day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl next to him..."You guys are talking funny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy "I know, we play a game like we are talking like Army men". Then I ask the boy "We are being army men right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy (Matter of Factly answers...)"No, We are Secret Agents"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me... Confusing Army Men with Secret Agents&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5584969332066862476?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5584969332066862476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5584969332066862476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5584969332066862476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5584969332066862476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/03/memoirs-of-kitchen-lady-over-and-out.html' title='Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady Over and Out'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4041445965949493902</id><published>2010-03-20T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:25:11.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny thing happened...</title><content type='html'>I am always on the lookout for a good cheapie movie theater and have been known to drive 40plus  miles to Temecula to save $4.00 I justify it by saying my car is good on gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my excitement when I heard of a discount movie house just 20 miles away in nearby Chino (I am being sarcastic). I decided to surprise Eric with a "date" to celebrate his spring break so we made the trek to the movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were driving home we hit a detour (we were LOST) that took us through the back streets of Pomona into the old downtown area of the city. It is kind of cool cause new life is being put into the stores and it is rebuilding as an "Artsy" district, just what Eric loves. We came to a stop and Eric said "hey Mom a NOTW store! let's go in" Our family are giant fans of that brand of Christian themed clothing so of course since were on a "date" and enjoying ourselves I pulled right over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered and found the store to be a brand new soon to be one stop Christian bookstore, music store, coffee shop, art gallery, teen hang out, etc kind of place. We had a really fun time exploring the place and chatting with the clerks. Eric chose a limited edition shirt by a local artist and we were on our way... So we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the store was so brand new, ours was the first ATM purchase and after several minutes of trying and failing to get the ATM machine to work, we reluctantly had to leave without the shirt cause of course Momma don't do cash and I had no other way to pay for the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home Eric said "man, I loved that shirt, I wish they had just given it to me." Yeah, in a perfect world but this was downtown Pomona honey, not Mayberry. Anyways, he was excited at the thought of going back some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later we received a call from the shop,(we had put our names on a mailing list) apparently our charge did indeed go through and the problem was the register tape was not loaded correctly. The guy Mike from the store offered to bring the shirt to our house, all the way to Fontana cause he felt so bad, I just told him to put it in the mail and gave him our address and thought the matter closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00pm our doorbell rang, Steve and I were watching a movie so we were up. We nervously answered the door and there was Mike from the store with the shirt. He made his delivery, a little unorthodox to say the least, but the service was appreciated and Eric got his shirt. Or should I say our kitty Teddy got his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when God gives you little gifts, he is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S6UrTXi8DvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7s1XWT756lE/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S6UrTXi8DvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7s1XWT756lE/s200/Troys+Pictures+835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450810535739920114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S6Uq85PYvlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0Mxz3mPaVmc/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S6Uq85PYvlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0Mxz3mPaVmc/s200/Troys+Pictures+836.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450810149647728210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4041445965949493902?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4041445965949493902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4041445965949493902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4041445965949493902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4041445965949493902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-thing-happened.html' title='Funny thing happened...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S6UrTXi8DvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7s1XWT756lE/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3173856970429967576</id><published>2010-03-19T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:12:50.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Cuts</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up and noticed I a little cut on my thumb, no big deal... I soon discovered another small cut on my thumb and TWO more cuts on my hand. I had FOUR CUTS!!! WAHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how I got the cuts and I totally feel like a baby for even mentioning them (or blogging about them) but everything I did today aggravated them and I kept noticing and getting annoyed by them throughout my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know... Get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of made me a little more sympathetic to my son who still comes to me with complaints of small "Owies" and lord knows he is plenty big enough to put on his own band aids, but when you get a cut you just want a little sympathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flash-backed (Troy word) to when I was about 7 or 8 where cuts and scrapes were a daily event and I wondered (I actually wondered this) " I wonder if there is a person in the world who does not have a cut?" I checked my entire family and they all had cuts, so at the time, the thought of a cutless (another Troy word) seemed impossible. We went to visit our San Jose relatives and I don't know how the subject came up but I discovered that my Aunt Bertha was that amazing person in the world I never thought would be possible She didn't have any cuts!!! I was in complete awe of her and stuck to her like glue the rest of our visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think of her as an amazing wonder woman, now for other reasons but a little bit of me marvels that she was once "the woman with no cuts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuts are a big deal no matter how small, they deserve our kisses and moo moo mooing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course a Hello Kitty band aid sure helps, but I am fresh out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3173856970429967576?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3173856970429967576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3173856970429967576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3173856970429967576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3173856970429967576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-cuts.html' title='Little Cuts'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7763473103042192012</id><published>2010-03-17T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:25:18.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Scent</title><content type='html'>John 12:3 "Then Mary took about a pint[a] of pure Nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus' feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently lost a lot of my cherished mementos and as I was sweeping up the broken curios I noticed a strong but beautiful aroma and I knew exactly what it was and my heart sank. I looked down and there shattered was the beautiful perfume bottle my brother and sister in law brought me from Egypt. It was pure perfume, a real treasure, when you smelled it you could tell the difference, this perfume was more of an experience,it took me to a far off land where perfume making was an art form and one of this super girlie girls favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of the story of Mary breaking the alabaster box of pure and expensive perfume over Jesus' feet and how the aroma filled the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the cabinet doors today the scent was still very strong because the perfume has absorbed into the wood and I remembered how my mom used to put Maja soap in her drawers so her things would smell nice and I decided to be blessed with the breaking of this treasure, I decided to be grateful that Sterling and Cyndi thought enough of me to buy me such a beautiful gift and if Jesus were here I would have gladly broken the bottle of my most expensive perfume over his feet because I love him so. Now I hope the scent will never go away because it will remind me of how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7763473103042192012?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7763473103042192012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7763473103042192012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7763473103042192012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7763473103042192012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/03/heaven-scent.html' title='Heaven Scent'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4939947536663029074</id><published>2010-03-15T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:54:11.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprisingly Calm...</title><content type='html'>We are in the final stages of our kitchen make over so I decided to shake things up and do some furniture moving, or should I say have Steve help me move furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, lets move my extremely delicate antique wedding present china cabinet to the corner, Sounds simple enough, it is only going over three feet. I know it is on its last leg and very wobbly but I knew moving it could be done carefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did not even consider was emptying the cabinet of all of our family treasures before moving it...Lesson Learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know what the shattered pieces of my treasures look like... Gone is the Lladro I got for my 30th birthday, my only two precious moments figurines which marked my wedding and 5th anniversary, a milkglass vase and bowl, an entire German vintage tea set and various other treasures including the Lennox Dove Dish that was one of my favorite wedding gifts, my first one broke and my sister Penny surprised me with a replacement she found on Ebay, seriously,seconds after I displayed that one it was broken and my dear Penny replaced it again...Do I want another?  Of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think was that it was MY idea to move the cabinet that's all there is to it and all I could hear was my Mother's voice saying "They are only things"  My Grandma used to always tell her "Never get too attached to Things" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am grateful... Saved were the Teapot I made in 7th grade, the Rosenthal China teapot (lost one cup) that my mother in law gave me the Christmas before she died, and the family heirloom Rosenthal China service. I KNOW my sister in law Karin would have visited from her grave in a nightmare that would rival Elm Street if that had been broken too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I am calm, I didn't shed a tear while I swept up the beautiful china shards, Steve and Eric were very sympathetic and ultra gingerly moved my other china cabinet without the movement of a single item...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I really like the new furniture arrangement, I can't imagine what the guys would have said if I didn't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas...Tomorrow is a new day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4939947536663029074?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4939947536663029074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4939947536663029074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4939947536663029074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4939947536663029074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprisingly-calm.html' title='Surprisingly Calm...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5116197053335309672</id><published>2010-03-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:37:30.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Layers of Love</title><content type='html'>Steve and I have lived in our little house for 25 years this August and although I love my sunny yellow kitchen and my birdhouse border... It is time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S58ZQ6q4-rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GCZHDzjZpP4/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S58ZQ6q4-rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GCZHDzjZpP4/s320/Troys+Pictures+821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449101852559342258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began stripping and found the layers of borders of the past. First I found the most recent layer, blue and yellow birdhouses that I loved because there was a birdhouse church. Next was the pretty pink and yellow rose border that prompted the original yellow sponge painted walls. Next was a blue flower and bird house border and when the wall was finally stripped I smiled when I saw the blue stripe from my original Geese kitchen which was so popular in the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S58Ya3wTXrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4xZnemgTJHQ/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S58Ya3wTXrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4xZnemgTJHQ/s320/Troys+Pictures+822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449100924063801010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final product was a nice gold and wine paint job with a new border that I love and should hold up another 10 or so years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S58Z3838rlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ebihyJmYnM8/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S58Z3838rlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ebihyJmYnM8/s320/Troys+Pictures+833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449102523165879890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goose kitchen... Ha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5116197053335309672?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5116197053335309672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5116197053335309672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5116197053335309672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5116197053335309672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/03/layers-of-love.html' title='Layers of Love'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/S58ZQ6q4-rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GCZHDzjZpP4/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7686553800994437018</id><published>2010-03-11T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:30:16.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Kitchen lady...Just last week...</title><content type='html'>-Just last week you called a really long game of Bingo at our Schools Family Fun Nite, it was a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just last week I watched you listen intently as one of the kids explained to you all about Zombies, I have always marveled at how you truly listen to the kids you teach, no wonder why they beg you to sit next to them every day at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just last week we began our ritual of counting down the days til vacation and doing our "Vacation dance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just last week you shared my joy over my son's good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just last week we talked about our upcoming vacation plans and how we need to go on the gambling bus with our husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just Thursday you told me your grand daughter was starting to wave.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And Friday you were gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served the babies their lunch with a stiff upper lip and a smile but I had to turn my back and cry when I heard them ask for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much from you my dear friend June, Patience, Love, Friendship,Humor, Devotion, Dedication, but this week you taught me the greatest lesson of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERISH EVERY DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you June and I will always miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend, Troy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7686553800994437018?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7686553800994437018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7686553800994437018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7686553800994437018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7686553800994437018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/03/memoirs-of-kitchen-ladyjust-last-week.html' title='Memoirs of a Kitchen lady...Just last week...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5082733606765589498</id><published>2010-03-09T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:52:12.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have guilt</title><content type='html'>It is crazy how time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog, it has been three months since my last posting, I know you are a forgiving blog and we can pick up where we left off with no hard feelings...&lt;br /&gt;But still... I have guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will begin again... Simply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfulness edition... Letter "A"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Animals- Ours is an animal loving family in addition to our numerous cats and dog, our dream animals would be a Koala and Panda bear and of course our own Dolphin swimming in the pool, but the frosted Mother cookie variety is wonderful as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Avocados- I was raised on them, I have picked hundreds with Dads long handled basket thingey and almost received a bonk or two from the falling "Avocado bombs". Used to have them all around me now I have to pay $1.00 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Affection- Something I have lots of and get lots of, I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Aromas- Love the great ones like my wonderful Yankee Candles or my sisters cooking. Hate the bad ones like those resulting from man VS bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Acupuncture- Just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Air Planes- All varieties from Paper to real, my favorite is the Air Force One at the Ronald Regan Museum because it is vintage state of the art complete with Fax machine. Go see it if you get a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Al Dente'- Perfect for Pasta and an excellent description of me, not quite done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Aerosol Spray Cans- Love that fine mist... Sorry Mr. Ozone Layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Amazing Race- My Favorite show, I wonder if they get to spend enough time to take some pictures of their adventures... I also now love another "A" show American Idol but only because I now have a DVR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 10!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Agape- The Amazing, Awesome, All consuming, never ending love I have for my dear Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5082733606765589498?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5082733606765589498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5082733606765589498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5082733606765589498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5082733606765589498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-guilt.html' title='I have guilt'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3313815541908949376</id><published>2009-12-31T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:04:49.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troysie Tamales Part 2</title><content type='html'>Troysie Tamales part 2&lt;br /&gt;Assembling the Tamales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the masa to be flavorful so I add a can of green enchilada sauce to it, I will be using the same masa for both kinds of tamales I am making tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the whole Ortega chilies into one inch strips and slice the cheese into generous portions about 3/4inch wide &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz1-pAviR3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/9TJuKxO6Dqs/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz1-pAviR3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/9TJuKxO6Dqs/s200/Troys+Pictures+782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421628769463060338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a corn husk that is about 12inches wide, since there are not many husks this size you usually have to put two together, when you do this, overlap the husks two inches or so.&lt;br /&gt;Spread about 1/4 cup masa in the center of the husk leaving about three inches on the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz1-QfONvyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hcxvouSkHXs/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz1-QfONvyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hcxvouSkHXs/s200/Troys+Pictures+783.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421628348148072226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the filling which in the case of the cheese was a piece of cheese and a chili, for the meat it is about 1/4 cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll the husk around the filling and fold up the end forming a pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz195b7EOOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qYsVi3kLaQ4/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz195b7EOOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qYsVi3kLaQ4/s200/Troys+Pictures+784.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421627952125458658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put about 3 inches of water in the pot (mine has a water line) and place the tamales in the pot standing up. Soon your pot is filled and you are ready to steam for at least an hour on medium high heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Can do it!!! Tamales!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz19c9QJBNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oVLAIN75HiU/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz19c9QJBNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oVLAIN75HiU/s200/Troys+Pictures+786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421627462856017106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband LOVES the chili and cheese tamales and is in pure heaven that he can eat all he wants... It is the ultimate make him feel special thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried making Tamales to sell and it was way too much work for me, I have also tried making tamales with red sauce but I have not been able to duplicate Aunt Delia's so I gave up and make the Chili Verde version shown here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3313815541908949376?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3313815541908949376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3313815541908949376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3313815541908949376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3313815541908949376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/troysie-tamales-part-2.html' title='Troysie Tamales Part 2'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz1-pAviR3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/9TJuKxO6Dqs/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7683280395762538360</id><published>2009-12-31T12:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:51:16.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troysie Tamales part 1</title><content type='html'>Troysie Tamales part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all remember: &lt;br /&gt;#1 I am only 1/2 Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 My mother was not a tamale maker so I am completely self taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I do not like spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like I am living on the wild side when I select "Medium" salsa.&lt;br /&gt;I do however,like a lot of flavor and make my tamales with as much spice as I can handle, but slather them with your liquid lava if that is your cup of tea, I will not be hurt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 I AM ON VACATION!!! MY SON IS AT CAMP!!! I AM COMPLETELY ALONE!!! I AM LISTENING TO TROY MUSIC!!! LIFE IS IN PERFECT HARMONY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all of this stuff can be made from scratch but that is not how I fly, I am more of a Semi-Home-Made kind of gal so I use packages and cans whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0SINn-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MeRw0tuyxyU/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0SINn-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MeRw0tuyxyU/s200/Troys+Pictures+780.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421509458729526306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients- I am making two kinds of tamales, cheese and meat. The batch is relatively small just for us and not intending to sell or share. Larger quantities require many more hands much more ingredients and a much larger pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared Masa- 6 lbs made by the little ladies at the Mexican store and purchased warm. I tried making Masa once, slaved over it, almost blew out my mixer and my arm, threw it out, went to the Mexican store and bought it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0Q6RIu2_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/TCjen3ecIcE/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0Q6RIu2_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/TCjen3ecIcE/s200/Troys+Pictures+777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421508119642430450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat- 5 lbs-For my meat tamale I am using pork, normally I buy a picnic roast but Winco had this really cool boneless Pork loin pieces on sale to that is what I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamale Pot, I got a new one cause my other one is so huge I could put a blanket over it and use it as an ottoman. This is the smallest one they make and it was only $10!!&lt;br /&gt;Pepper Jack Cheese 1lb&lt;br /&gt;Ortega Chilies 4 small cans cause they didn't have larger cans&lt;br /&gt;Green Enchilada sauce 3 large cans&lt;br /&gt;Minced Garlic 4 cloves&lt;br /&gt;Onion 1/2 large&lt;br /&gt;Dried Corn Husks 2 packages &lt;br /&gt;Seasoning for meat, I want to try to mimic this really great meat my mom used to make, all she used was pickling spice, garlic and season salt and boiled it all day. I got this cool spice mix at the Mexican store that has tons of stuff in it and a big dried chili which scares me to death. It is called "Para Tamales Centro Americanos"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0RxsUkytI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zJwGtn7f5tU/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0RxsUkytI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zJwGtn7f5tU/s200/Troys+Pictures+776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421509071832664786" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Put all the meat onion, garlic and spices in the crock pot on high with a cup of water.(I only used 1/3 of the big scary chili)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0QZWhNq6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xdYm_iDoaUM/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0QZWhNq6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xdYm_iDoaUM/s200/Troys+Pictures+778.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421507554151607202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the Corn Husks in the sink to soak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0P_bsCrpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d-pj8fGFmOo/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0P_bsCrpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d-pj8fGFmOo/s200/Troys+Pictures+779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421507108862602898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 1 is over, this meat should cook for awhile 4-6 hours until it can easily shred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the cheese tamales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7683280395762538360?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7683280395762538360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7683280395762538360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7683280395762538360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7683280395762538360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/troysie-tamales-part-1.html' title='Troysie Tamales part 1'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sz0SINn-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MeRw0tuyxyU/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7115993344885030456</id><published>2009-12-24T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:09:48.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Celebrate The Day</title><content type='html'>I Celebrate the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how you "listen" to music then one day you "Hear" the lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed the Relient K Christmas CD "Let it Snow Baby" for a couple of years but this year the song "I Celebrate The Day" has entered my heart. I wonder when Jesus knew he would be the savior? Was it right away? I hope he got to be a little kid and experience the joy of childhood. I celebrate this day, and I am grateful for my savior who knows my name and loves me.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first time&lt;br /&gt;That You opened Your eyes &lt;br /&gt;did You realize that You would be my Savior&lt;br /&gt;And the first breath that left Your lips&lt;br /&gt;Did You know that it would change this world forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look back and think that&lt;br /&gt;This baby would one day save me&lt;br /&gt;That you were born so I might live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I celebrate the day&lt;br /&gt;That You were born to die so I could one day pray for You to save my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for you to save my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7115993344885030456?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7115993344885030456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7115993344885030456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7115993344885030456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7115993344885030456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-celebrate-day.html' title='I Celebrate The Day'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3616691991505114176</id><published>2009-12-23T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:25:42.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Memories Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>I haven't made them since before Cameron was born but I can still remember the little recipe folder we kept in the can of dried Shields Date Crystals. I also remember Chip loved them so I decided yesterday I would make Dream Bars. They are a chewy Date cookie with a shortbread crust. I had bought some dates awhile ago and thought I was ready to go.  I was sure the recipe card was in my cookbook but alas it was not.  No worry, I called my go to girl Penny thinking the recipe was on her famous "Yellow Tablet" of mom's recipes but she didn't have it. My other go to gal Sydney didn't have it either so the search was on... I thought the Internet was supposed to have EVERYTHING! Well, no recipe site has this recipe posted and I became so sad thinking a little bit of my Mom was lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to re-create the recipe from memory but it was not right so I scrapped that idea really quick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked away but my heart was sad, I wouldn't have special cookies for my brother Friday and I can't make Dream Bars again... It was a really sad and strangely final feeling that weighed heavy on my heart. (This is where Gloria stepped in with my ribbon tree and brightened my day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen suggested I contact the Shields Date Company directly and sure enough on their website was an email so I sent a request for the vintage recipe, not thinking anything of it.  I even forgot to pray for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God knows the desires of his Troysies heart and sure enough FIRST THING this morning in my email box was the recipe. Thank you Ann from Shields for restoring a little piece of my heart, and for the yummy cookie recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's just one wish on this Christmas Eve (Actually Christmas eve,eve)&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were with you...&lt;br /&gt;Merry Merry Merry Christmas... Darling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SzKWXp8uEWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c2PaLWrYLZg/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SzKWXp8uEWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c2PaLWrYLZg/s320/Troys+Pictures+738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418558634821816674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************DATE CRYSTAL DREAM BARS*************&lt;br /&gt;THIS WILL BECOME ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE COOKIES. YOU BAKE THE PASTRY PART FIRST THEN SPREAD THE TOPPING OVER IT AND CONTINUE BAKING. BE SURE TO CUT THE BARS WHILE WARM.&lt;br /&gt;PASTRY&lt;br /&gt;1 CUP FLOUR&lt;br /&gt;1/2 CUP SHORTENING&lt;br /&gt;1/2 CUP BROWN SUGAR&lt;br /&gt;TOPPING&lt;br /&gt;2 EGGS WELL BEATEN&lt;br /&gt;1 CUP BROWN SUGAR&lt;br /&gt;2 TABLESPOONS FLOUR&lt;br /&gt;1/2 TSP BAKING POWDER&lt;br /&gt;1/4 TSP SALT &lt;br /&gt;1 TSP VANILLA &lt;br /&gt;1 CUP SHIELDS DATE CRYSTALS&lt;br /&gt;1 CUP CHOPPED WALNUTS&lt;br /&gt;MAKE PASTRY BY BLENDING FLOUR, SHORTENING AND SUGAR THOROUGHLY. PAT AND PRESS MIXTURE FIRMLY INTO A SHALLOW 8 X 12 INCH PAN. BAKE 15 MINUTES OR UNTIL LIGHTLY BROWNED OVEN AT 375F.&lt;br /&gt;MAKE TOPPING: BEAT EGGS AND SUGAR TOGETHER. ADD FLOUR, BAKING POWDER AND SALT TO MIXTURE. STIR IN SHIELDS DATE CRYSTALS , NUTS AND VANILLA. SPREAD OVER BAKED PASTRY. RETURN TO OVEN AND BAKE 20 MINUTES. REDUCE OVEN TO 325F. CRUNCHY AND RICH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3616691991505114176?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3616691991505114176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3616691991505114176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3616691991505114176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3616691991505114176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookie-memories-lost-and-found.html' title='Cookie Memories Lost and Found'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SzKWXp8uEWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c2PaLWrYLZg/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-6594947506607027459</id><published>2009-12-22T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:45:00.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Crafty Lovies</title><content type='html'>Years ago our friend Lucy took us with her to an ornament exchange that she had been attending for years in the hopes that our excellent craftiness (you know it) would inspire the other women to improve on their ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year we got 20 amazing (you don't see me making the gag symbol sticking my finger in my mouth) ornaments including...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry basket snowflakes plastic covered with glitter!&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle stick sleds (broken)&lt;br /&gt;pine cone skiers (mine was missing an eye)&lt;br /&gt;handmade sleds which were also hand painted by Junior. (Funny how the handmade sleds were the same ones our friend Jane got at Michael's)&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite was the eyeglass lens (shaped like and eyeglass lens) with a Christmas card cut out glued to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how ladies are, of course we made all over Juniors wonderful painting skills (refer to above gag symbol) and how easy it would be to glue the broken ornaments back together. We LOVED EVERYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we got back in the car and Dusty piped up... "Do you like ANY of this stuff?"  We laughed so hard all the way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to start our own craft exchange where we would give nice crafts to each other. We did it for a couple of years and really did bless each other with wonderful handmade items for our homes that we all still treasure. You can tell who was in the group cause we all have the same decorations in our homes, that craft group is a special memory in my life that makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year as a joke Lucy tied pipe cleaners to her old broken watches just to see our reactions, of course we were polite and accepted the watches, I took the one with the abalone heart band until she could finally stand it no longer and spilled the beans. That watch ornament has become our Christmas Pickle and is always one of the first to go on our tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SzE5XkwPZvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ilrVtJs9sBo/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SzE5XkwPZvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ilrVtJs9sBo/s200/Troys+Pictures+623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418174903869204210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went to Leigh Ann's for a little Christmas coffee, I walked in and admired her always lovely home (do you have a friend like that?) and I quickly noticed a beautiful ribbon tree on top of her fridge behind figurines. It was like I had craft radar. She said her mom had made it for her, my reaction was "What? She didn't tell us" (cause we always share craft ideas) Lucy walked in and had the same immediate reaction to the tree I did and we all decided we will go shopping for after Christmas sale ribbon to make the trees next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was in the middle of baking when my doorbell rang and it was my dear friend Gloria (Leigh Ann's mom) and SHE BROUGHT ME A TREE!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited and kissed her so hard I almost nibbled her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, cause I was a little teary missing my mommy today and this was just the thing to get me out of my funk. I Love so much when I get an unexpected lovie, I will always treasure it and doesn't it just look wonderful next to my Mary Engelbreit Nativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SzE40taSYfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZfcoDrplq54/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SzE40taSYfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZfcoDrplq54/s200/Troys+Pictures+735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418174304897622514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Leigh Ann, Susan, and Dusty for sharing your mommies. You bless me so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-6594947506607027459?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6594947506607027459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=6594947506607027459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6594947506607027459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6594947506607027459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-crafty-lovies.html' title='Some Crafty Lovies'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SzE5XkwPZvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ilrVtJs9sBo/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5293353273473521303</id><published>2009-12-16T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:34:23.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Improved</title><content type='html'>My 15 year old Eric has always had a little curl in his hair, but his gift from the puberty gods a year ago was what we call "A White Man Fro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I look at every day. He loves his long hair but we colored it black back in his "goth" stage and it was ruined, he had about four inches of black and the rest was his natural brown... Lovely, but he still loved his giant hair and I just kept purchasing every dry/damaged hair product I could find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday he said he was ready and wanted a hair cut.  YOU BET I jumped on that wagon, called our friend Cindy and quickly made an appointment... He was excited to shock his friends, so he decided his haircut would be a secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykkvcK3XNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zSRgKBzj44k/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykkvcK3XNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zSRgKBzj44k/s200/Troys+Pictures+685.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415900424323947730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First went the black ends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykkOD_OmoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tNiMxUYMk8c/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykkOD_OmoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tNiMxUYMk8c/s200/Troys+Pictures+686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415899850897005186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykjxjhMh2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/J6celnpIG1Y/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykjxjhMh2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/J6celnpIG1Y/s200/Troys+Pictures+691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415899361144768354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pile was so huge you could have stuffed a pillow with it.  Eric actually thought about it then decided that would be gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykjXlGlEUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ohOOFwrFGwk/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykjXlGlEUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ohOOFwrFGwk/s200/Troys+Pictures+692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415898914893402434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost done, real men sit under hair dryers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykjARkMFdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GlGilYc2rbw/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykjARkMFdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GlGilYc2rbw/s200/Troys+Pictures+694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415898514511893970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Da!!! The new and improved Eric... He said "I feel fifteen!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sykimo0P3UI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uokYKe9ivzA/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sykimo0P3UI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uokYKe9ivzA/s200/Troys+Pictures+698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415898074076667202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cindy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykiKyd8Y5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/QiGa5FUMbOI/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykiKyd8Y5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/QiGa5FUMbOI/s200/Troys+Pictures+703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415897595631133586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He revealed his new haircut at school to rave reviews. It was a big step and we are really proud of him.  He thinks he may grow it out again but this time no color.  He really wants to donate his hair to Locks of Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric you rock!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5293353273473521303?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5293353273473521303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5293353273473521303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5293353273473521303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5293353273473521303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-15-year-old-eric-has-always-had.html' title='New and Improved'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SykkvcK3XNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zSRgKBzj44k/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5687726995143976110</id><published>2009-12-13T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:09:31.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think you're good...</title><content type='html'>This June Mom and will be gone 14 years and Dad will be gone 7. I will never get over how much it Stinks (really it sucks)to not have them here anymore but like God promised me so many years ago, my heart has grown stronger and I can face the days that used to bring me total heartache with joy and hope for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached the point where I can talk about the experience of losing them without crying and also like God promised, I have helped others through this especially tough time in their lives and I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the most part I would say I am good, I go along living my life thinking all is well, I am strong,then suddenly something like today comes out of left field and knocked me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours is a very musical church and today we were going to have a guest male quartet. I was really looking forward to it, I love listening to male quartets because it reminds me of the music Dad loved to listen to.  His music was not gospel but country western but the harmonies were still the same.  The gentlemen were so handsome in their matching suits, they got up to the stage and began singing in harmony just like I expected but what I didn't expect was for one of the singers to look just like my dad, white haired with glasses and I would bet he even used Brylcream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without warning,I completely lost it, I was crying so hard and it was just their first song. Steve tried to comfort me but suggested I step out of the sanctuary to collect myself and I agreed so I left teetering on the brink of hysteria, I ran into my friend Carol in the lobby and pleaded for a hug "RIGHT NOW" Of course she obliged.  I then ran into my dear friend Judy who was having a cup of coffee and collecting herself because she has just this week lost her own sister. We consoled each other and listened to the music and talked about days gone by and I hope did each other a world of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good that he blesses us with wonderful memories and good friends to get you through the bumps that being a parentless grown up present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad,I am glad you loved Sons of the Pioneers and Roy Rogers, I am glad you introduced us to the world of musical harmony, I am so glad you loved playing the guitar and making up your own lyrics to entertain your loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because You're mine... I walk the line..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Daddy, and I love that your picture smiles at me every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyWPX_BEF9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/A05wEDFF1E4/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyWPX_BEF9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/A05wEDFF1E4/s400/Troys+Pictures+684.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414891769198548946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5687726995143976110?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5687726995143976110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5687726995143976110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5687726995143976110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5687726995143976110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-when-you-think-youre-good.html' title='Just when you think you&apos;re good...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyWPX_BEF9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/A05wEDFF1E4/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7208226509187524323</id><published>2009-12-11T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:59:42.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I come back</title><content type='html'>When I come back I want to be a Miller pet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make sleeping an art form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyMwfxSEmcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f6ABGbzMH30/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyMwfxSEmcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f6ABGbzMH30/s200/Troys+Pictures+585.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414224499392682434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogi with his head on the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyMwD_ffmkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2QkR2coikkk/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyMwD_ffmkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2QkR2coikkk/s200/Troys+Pictures+567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414224022170737218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogi and Papa Cheek to Cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyMviANAOiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w0xTwfYSToQ/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyMviANAOiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w0xTwfYSToQ/s200/Troys+Pictures+660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414223438246066722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, He loves to sleep wrapped in a blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyMvLVyD02I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DwuWHuTVch4/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyMvLVyD02I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DwuWHuTVch4/s200/Troys+Pictures+663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414223048901645154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7208226509187524323?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7208226509187524323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7208226509187524323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7208226509187524323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7208226509187524323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-come-back.html' title='When I come back'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SyMwfxSEmcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f6ABGbzMH30/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-2345390301566600850</id><published>2009-12-10T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:02:31.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Me Me Me Me</title><content type='html'>I received this one via Facebook and a girlfriend so I decided to take her lead and post this here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? &lt;br /&gt;Wrapping Paper with real ribbon bows. I love getting the giant rolls at Costco. But my favorite tie is really thick yarn, it is really hard to find though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real or Fake Tree? &lt;br /&gt;Fake. We get it put up with much less arguing than a real tree.Got some great "tree scented spray from Jane" love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;br /&gt;As soon as possible, but sometimes it is later than sooner.This was our best year ever! We were fully decorated by the first week in Dec. We rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? &lt;br /&gt;Again, as soon as possible but usually sometime early January because I love my decorations so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? &lt;br /&gt;Yep, I even like it with a little "Nog" in it but not like my Dad's I think it was mostly Nog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? &lt;br /&gt;I really loved my pretty doll and stroller I walked her around the block with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene? &lt;br /&gt;I have a beautiful Costco one Dad got me but this year we have a new one The Little Drummer Boy Nativity. That and my Mary Engelbreit one.  Love it!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for? &lt;br /&gt;My Brother. But this year I love what I got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for? &lt;br /&gt;Me. Just kidding... I Love buying for the women in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Worst Christmas gift you ever got? &lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Mail or email Christmas cards?&lt;br /&gt;I have good intentions but don't always get them mailed. I Love getting them though. MAIL ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? &lt;br /&gt;Muppet Christmas Carol and A Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;August or September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? &lt;br /&gt;Not sure but probably did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;Cookies and tamales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Colored or clear lights on the tree? &lt;br /&gt;Clear and Colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? &lt;br /&gt;This year I am a Johnny Mathis fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? &lt;br /&gt;Both depending on who's year it is to host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Let's see... Yep&lt;br /&gt;Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, Rudolph &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;br /&gt;My Handmade Angel but this year we have Cameron's baby hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? &lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of year?&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Holidays" We say Merry Christmas! and Elementary Schools with no decorations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you enjoy most about Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. How did you find out about Santa?&lt;br /&gt;It was just an evolution, no big reveal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-2345390301566600850?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2345390301566600850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=2345390301566600850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2345390301566600850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2345390301566600850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-me-me-me-me.html' title='Christmas Me Me Me Me'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1393093386762765982</id><published>2009-12-08T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:46:05.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of A Kitchen Lady</title><content type='html'>Comments from the line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it is the season, my holly jolly apron, the cold weather or what but the kids these days are just plain cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You silly silly Tawni, I know your name, it's Tawni" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy- "Sounds good to me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that's how Zombies are made... By Chemicals" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy- "Is that so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My I wish I had a Camera Moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important items in a little boys lunch box... Apple, Crackers, and of course... Blue Vampire teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love em...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1393093386762765982?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1393093386762765982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1393093386762765982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1393093386762765982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1393093386762765982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/memoirs-of-kitchen-lady.html' title='Memoirs of A Kitchen Lady'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-8621673646180529141</id><published>2009-12-08T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:40:02.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten On Tuesday in the World of the Kitchen Lady</title><content type='html'>Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things I LOVE about being a Kitchen Lady at Christmas time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1st graders singing warped Christmas Carols with the pride that they just invented the song themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just say the word "Rudolph" and the line begins singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kids love giving me advise on what games to buy for my sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I get to wear my Holly Jolly Apron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We actually got cold weather for a change and I LOVE seeing the girls in all their cute hats, scarves, and gloves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Little girl fur coats SOOOOO cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The little Fahrenheit girl who always knows what the temperature is... God I Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When Christmas falls on a Friday then we get off on vacation an entire week before and I get plenty of Cookie baking time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Watching the kids practice their performances. Last year they learned every verse of several Carols and I was greatly impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. But Most of all, I love when I over a child correcting another child that Christmas isn't about presents because Jesus Is The Reason For The Season... Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-8621673646180529141?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8621673646180529141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=8621673646180529141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8621673646180529141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8621673646180529141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-on-tuesday-in-world-of-kitchen-lady.html' title='Ten On Tuesday in the World of the Kitchen Lady'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-2784910998812494710</id><published>2009-12-02T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:56:23.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love These Girls</title><content type='html'>Just got back from our annual Bunco Christmas party and I realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forgot to take a Christmas picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxdgQfIDH1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/YxkybGXFceA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxdgQfIDH1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/YxkybGXFceA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410899313658371922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a great bunch of gals.  I sure do love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxdgGsvvFNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HnbUuOw0I58/s1600-h/ShowLetter%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxdgGsvvFNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HnbUuOw0I58/s320/ShowLetter%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410899145515799762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie, Lucy, Leigh Ann, Eve,Shirley, Barbara,Jane,Carol,Rhonda,Jackie,Carmen and Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your Troysie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-2784910998812494710?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2784910998812494710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=2784910998812494710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2784910998812494710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2784910998812494710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-these-girls.html' title='I Love These Girls'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxdgQfIDH1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/YxkybGXFceA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-956051121441456649</id><published>2009-12-01T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:12:38.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten On Tuesday December Week 1</title><content type='html'>December is HERE!!!!and I am already busy YIKES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Wonderful fun things going on this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas Decorating- I love our decorations and all the wonderful memories that go with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas BUNCO party!!!! Yippee!!! We get to reveal our secret pals!!! Bunco and getting together with these gals always refuels my happiness levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cookie Baking- I feel the need, the need to knead...(not a very good rhyme but it'll do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Baby Shower preparations- Gotta put 60 pacifiers on 60 necklaces... who has more fun than me Hee Hee Hee (you know I love doing the games!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shopping for gifts- Gonna hit the dollar store for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cooking for a crowd- Looking for just the right recipes...Easy but yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Game Night Christmas Party- BINGO!!! It will be so much fun and I am so very blessed by my friend Sylvia who gave me all the goodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sewing- Baby shower gift and costume YIKES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Baby shower for a great couple... Excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Fezziwigs Christmas Party!!! Steve and I will look so 19th century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just week one!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-956051121441456649?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/956051121441456649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=956051121441456649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/956051121441456649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/956051121441456649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-on-tuesday-december-week-1.html' title='Ten On Tuesday December Week 1'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3546735658444114949</id><published>2009-12-01T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:07:23.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxUilX3m-4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/s0Y1eFGdDE4/s1600/Troys+Pictures+586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxUilX3m-4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/s0Y1eFGdDE4/s320/Troys+Pictures+586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410268552813280130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Advent Calendar starts tomorrow. We keep it in the house separate from the Christmas decorations because we never decorate this early, but this year we are so excited to already have the lights and tree done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights on Sunday and tree tonight, Eric put up with all my pickiness and I have to tell you he did an excellent job on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one exception, instead of the beaded handmade angel I made a long time ago we placed Cameron's baby hat he wore home from the hospital on the top of the tree, it looks cute and is especially memorable because this year our baby turns 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3546735658444114949?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3546735658444114949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3546735658444114949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3546735658444114949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3546735658444114949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxUilX3m-4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/s0Y1eFGdDE4/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-273997346460691774</id><published>2009-11-29T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:40:03.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing the torch</title><content type='html'>Dear Eric, &lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th birthday! One of the exciting things about turning 15 and growing 6 inches in a year is that you now will become our official Christmas light putter- upper (Troy word). Your job is a simple one, perfected by your brother and I over the years so all you have to do is put the lights on the hooks and plug them in...Sounds easy enough? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxMtg2u-kLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MHSCOpoP5dA/s1600/Troys+Pictures+574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxMtg2u-kLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MHSCOpoP5dA/s320/Troys+Pictures+574.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409717619873714354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to tell you, Daddy will be supervising, He was SOOOOO excited to hand this job over to you... Are you having fun? Say you LOVE putting up Christmas lights!Say it! Say it!Or mommy will be sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxMtIIvK_vI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Lbt_Azks6Ss/s1600/Troys+Pictures+576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxMtIIvK_vI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Lbt_Azks6Ss/s320/Troys+Pictures+576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409717195209637618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't even gripe when you reached the hard part of hanging the lights over the rose bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Job Eric!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dad and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxMsvmdT9HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ivHH1JLtr1M/s1600/Troys+Pictures+579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxMsvmdT9HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ivHH1JLtr1M/s320/Troys+Pictures+579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409716773691061362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-273997346460691774?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/273997346460691774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=273997346460691774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/273997346460691774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/273997346460691774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/passing-torch.html' title='Passing the torch'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxMtg2u-kLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MHSCOpoP5dA/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-972983806404968762</id><published>2009-11-28T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:07:29.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover of the Clog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxHjakgc4PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ajPpcWIp9g0/s1600/images%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxHjakgc4PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ajPpcWIp9g0/s320/images%5B11%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409354673064567026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I am a lover of the slip on shoe otherwise knows as The Clog. I think it is my way of pretending to be cool and still wearing slippers at the same time, I call them business in the front and lazy in the back.  That's my kind of shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own several pairs in all colors and styles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxHjU5xtRfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xdoXG6npomg/s1600/imagesCA2CDYFS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxHjU5xtRfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xdoXG6npomg/s320/imagesCA2CDYFS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409354575694874098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dream shoe and quite possibly on the top of my Christmas wish list is the Ugg Outdoor slipper, I have owned them in a fake version but the fur always pulls away and they just dont cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to realize I am worth it and just go for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxHjNRL2R8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/f8qvhn-x9F0/s1600/imagesCA8DUP6R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxHjNRL2R8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/f8qvhn-x9F0/s320/imagesCA8DUP6R.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409354444539578306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will leave it up to the Christmas gift buyer... Oh Steve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-972983806404968762?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/972983806404968762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=972983806404968762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/972983806404968762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/972983806404968762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/lover-of-clog.html' title='Lover of the Clog'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SxHjakgc4PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ajPpcWIp9g0/s72-c/images%5B11%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5294973734551716731</id><published>2009-11-27T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:03:50.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful day</title><content type='html'>Today was a beautiful day, very warm and clear, perfect California weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight while I was watching TV I heard a strange noise outside, opened the door and sure enough, my ears did not fail me... Rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were all cozy listening to the rain and loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric looked outside and said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rain looks so great I really want to go jump on the trampoline"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go for it" I said and he did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a little boy I once knew and one of my first stories, can't believe it was five years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Running Down the Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10 year old son Eric and I went to my other sons late night baseball game at a park we have never been to before.  This park was very hilly and beautiful. It was a really cold evening and we could bear it no longer on the bleachers so Eric and I went to warm up in the car.  I was watching the game and Eric grew tired.  He said he was going to sleep and lay down. He perked up and looked out like he saw something and said before I go to sleep I just  have to run over the hills without my shoes on and with that he got out and ran down the hill.   He came back up winded, and said he had to do it again.  After a few more runs he needed to roll down the hill. He rolled and rolled until he was dizzy.  He was so elated with his rolling he forgot he was tired.  &lt;br /&gt;It just makes me praise God so much when my kids do stuff like this.  I was so concentrating on my being cold I forgot to notice the beautiful hills in the park.  Eric opened my eyes and man they really were irresistible hills.  I know you know just what I am talking about. Remember the hill you couldn't resist rolling down? I sure do, it was the hill in our neighbors The Bullocks front yard.   &lt;br /&gt;Remember to roll down the hills in life…Better yet, take your shoes off and feel the cool grass between your toes.  Love life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5294973734551716731?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5294973734551716731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5294973734551716731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5294973734551716731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5294973734551716731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful day'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-9237728537960269</id><published>2009-11-26T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:24:48.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been 15 years since our little Eric was born. 15 years ago when I was just about nine months pregnant I developed a hernia in my belly button that was incredibly painful.  I am so thankful Penny was with me when I had my surgery, she cared for me and made me feel like mom was there holding my hand because our mother was too ill to actually be there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from my surgery feeling like I had a c-section but I was still pregnant I wanted to die but I am thankful my doctor called me and re-assured me that I would still be able to try for a v-bac delivery I wanted so badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the amazing Thanksgiving dinner my sister prepared, she seriously makes the best dinner, she has a way with seasonings that makes you groan with yumminess it really perked up my spirits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that the next morning (not two weeks later) when my water broke it was no big deal, I didnt need a new mattress or use that jar of pickles people told me to carry around and smash on the ground if my water broke in public.  I definitely knew what was going on and soon we were in the hospital getting going on the long haul of an adventure that was ahead for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that my doctor understood my fear and stayed over on her shift to care for me and get me started on my labor when other doctors just wanted to schedule a c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for Steve's calmness, he was a trooper and helped to calm me down when those pangs started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I am seriously most thankful for is that God put it on my friend Susan's heart to come visit me in the labor room, I ended up needing more support and she was there for me. I will never be more grateful to anyone than I am to her for that amazing act of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for epidurals, once I finally got mine we all were able to rest and gear up for the home stretch of our adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be as excited as when the doctor checked me and said I was fully dilated, I never got past 4 with Cam so the thought that my body was working and we were going to do this was so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I am NOT thankful I had to push for two hours... that part stank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am thankful that I was able to concentrate when I needed to and rest when I needed to.  I was a baby birthing machine and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful my baby was so perfect when he was born he was a 10 and so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful they hospital kept Eric in the room with us the entire time cause we would have wondered if he was ours cause he was such a brown little bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful Lord that you made Eric brown, because without that Mom would have never gotten to see one "Her Color"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for the experience a vaginal birth after c-section because I get to share this testimony and encourage others to go for it if they want or don't if they want, either way is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank Carol and Susan for bring me Turkey left overs and making me feel so lovied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful my Eric is having his birthday on Thanksgiving, my heart could not be more full and happy. Today we get to share the love of our family and the blessings this child has brought all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-9237728537960269?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/9237728537960269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=9237728537960269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/9237728537960269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/9237728537960269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3023052755900457511</id><published>2009-11-25T22:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:56:26.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time After Time...</title><content type='html'>The most wonderful boy turns 15 tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors shining through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sw4l1FtBegI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fkJ_5BpAaik/s1600/Troys+Pictures+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sw4l1FtBegI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fkJ_5BpAaik/s400/Troys+Pictures+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408301796512856578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors, that's why I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sw4lb9zRM_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IRwwyoSw4hI/s1600/Troys+Pictures+460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sw4lb9zRM_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IRwwyoSw4hI/s400/Troys+Pictures+460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408301364894839794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid, to let them show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your true colors are beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a rainbow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Erickey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3023052755900457511?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3023052755900457511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3023052755900457511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3023052755900457511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3023052755900457511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-after-time.html' title='Time After Time...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sw4l1FtBegI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fkJ_5BpAaik/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-8597325092507594712</id><published>2009-11-24T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:28:04.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much</title><content type='html'>Too much driving and TOO much Dramamine...&lt;br /&gt;Must sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-8597325092507594712?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8597325092507594712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=8597325092507594712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8597325092507594712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8597325092507594712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-much.html' title='too much'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3941313890424593545</id><published>2009-11-23T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:15:54.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenager</title><content type='html'>Today when we got in the car to drive home I noticed I had two text messages. Eric opened my phone, read me the messages and asked what I wanted him to text back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy- "No, I will do the texts myself, I hate Text lingo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric- "Don't worry Mom I will use proper english just for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3941313890424593545?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3941313890424593545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3941313890424593545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3941313890424593545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3941313890424593545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/teenager.html' title='Teenager'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-2530577419558973307</id><published>2009-11-22T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:31:23.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me a CD</title><content type='html'>I will never forget the hours I spent going over the cover of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, memorizing all of the words and listening to my beloved Elton John's music.  Actually it was Sterling's record and thankfully he shared otherwise our choice was Glen Campbell or Jesus Christ Superstar (I know all the words to those too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sterling had "cool" music and whatever he loved, we loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward several years past cassettes and records to CD's, I built a lovely collection and stored them in my cute little house shaped cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam asked for his first Ipod.  I hate technology and I hate buying technology that will go out of date in a few months and costs a fortune so I resisted and I did research on Mp3 players and decided to get him an Ipod.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was thrilled and I was amazed that I could actually use the system, I imported all of my music onto our computer and before I knew it, our stereo was a dinosaur sitting on our shelf collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mixing my own CD's for my car, It is so cool to not worry about a thing when your CD gets scratched or broken cause it can easily be replaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like making CD's for friends and I LOVE when they make me CD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend recently gave me a CD of all fun songs from High School, when I first played it in my car I seriously felt myself "Sailing" back in time to the music of Christopher Cross... That CD was a total hit with my girlfriends who begged for their own copies.  We decided we would exchange CD's and that was when I found out my cousin is a closed Biker Chick. Her CD was all oldie rock and roll and so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my friend who is a dancer gave me a CD of such beautiful music I could just envision her dancing to the beautiful melodies. Thanks pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ster, it's been a long time since you have sent me some "Cool" music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey anyone...Send me a CD... I would LOVE it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-2530577419558973307?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2530577419558973307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=2530577419558973307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2530577419558973307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2530577419558973307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-me-cd.html' title='Make me a CD'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-2182683762380678306</id><published>2009-11-21T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:45:03.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's Watchin' Me</title><content type='html'>Just like that Geico Money With Eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwhswhfcrQI/AAAAAAAAADs/Qb5rO6F0K6s/s1600/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 56px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwhswhfcrQI/AAAAAAAAADs/Qb5rO6F0K6s/s400/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406690933538073858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Swhshk2sVvI/AAAAAAAAADk/8CneS7SI9wo/s1600/Troys+Pictures+570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Swhshk2sVvI/AAAAAAAAADk/8CneS7SI9wo/s400/Troys+Pictures+570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406690676742838002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, Please send Steve a Risk Playing friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-2182683762380678306?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2182683762380678306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=2182683762380678306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2182683762380678306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2182683762380678306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/somebodys-watchin-me.html' title='Somebody&apos;s Watchin&apos; Me'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwhswhfcrQI/AAAAAAAAADs/Qb5rO6F0K6s/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4844580987361547830</id><published>2009-11-20T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:04:23.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of Mustard</title><content type='html'>I'll bet you think this post will be about the condiment... Nope... The color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends teenage daughter has the perfect Mustard colored purse, not too big, not too small and fits over her shoulder perfectly... Secretly,(I guess not too secretly cause I tell her all the time I love her purse} I was wishing she would ease my pain and give me the purse but it is not to be, she still wears it and I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try to ease my pain I have purchased a couple mustard colored purses, the first was a cheap one that once I got it home I realized my mistake because it was French's and not the desired Grey Poupon color, so it went to straight to the donation pile (cause the store was too far away for me to return it plus it was super duper cheap).&lt;br /&gt;The second was a better buy, the right color but a little too large for me and was described by some as "My suitcase". The suitcase has served me well for the past few months and the plan was to replace it as soon as I can find an animal print that suits my fancy... Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done it before, and I did it again today, someone admired my purse and I got a bag, put my stuff in it and gave the purse away there on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fourth time I have done this and today's recipient was a perfect stranger, the receptionist at my doctors office.  She admired the purse, went on to tell me how she has been looking for one just that color and that was all it took. I went to my car which was parked really far away and got one of my trusty grocery bags (my love of the recyclable grocery bag will be another blog)put my stuff in it and went back into the office and gave it to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took some nerve on my part because I was going to bless a stranger and wasn't sure how it would go over but I asked God "If this is what you want me to do I will, but you better give me a good parking spot near the door so I can run in and out".  Sure enough a spot was open right in front and that was all the pushing I needed.I went in and had to wait in line for her for a minute then I told her "Please don't think this is strange, I have done this before and I just wanted to bless you with this purse, I hope you enjoy it"  She was thrilled and said this was such a God thing. I agreed and ran out of there as fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I remembered I had to go to the grocery store and all my stuff was in a bag, I was a total bag lady!!! I dug around and found the most purse like of my bags, went in the store and made no excuses when I pulled my wallet out of my Trader Joe's leather looking grocery bag. (It does look like leather) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I have said before, don't compliment my purse unless you want to take it home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this does not apply to my Brighton purses so don't even try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4844580987361547830?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4844580987361547830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4844580987361547830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4844580987361547830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4844580987361547830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-love-of-mustard.html' title='For the love of Mustard'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-432079859622625311</id><published>2009-11-19T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:07:22.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Want???</title><content type='html'>What Do You Want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This session of the Bible Study I attend was on the book of John. John was one of Jesus' first disciples. John the Baptist told John and his brother that Jesus was "The Lamb Of God" so they left to follow him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John35 The next day John was there again with two of his disciples. 36When he saw Jesus passing by, he said, "Look, the Lamb of God!" &lt;br /&gt; 37When the two disciples heard him say this, they followed Jesus. 38Turning around, Jesus saw them following and asked, "What do you want?" They said, "Rabbi" (which means Teacher), "where are you staying?" 39"Come," he replied, "and you will see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine Jesus walking down the street with that creepy feeling he is being watched, (don't you hate that) he turned around and "Busted" John and his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Do You Want?" The first question Jesus asked his first disciples was the question this Bible Study presented to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do I want?" This is actually a super tough question for me. &lt;br /&gt;Because We have chosen to live a simple life without a lot of frills, I have learned over to years to keep my needs VS wants in check which is difficult for me to do especially when I am in the Dollar Tree or Brighton stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began the journey to answer the question. Besides the obvious "World Peace"&lt;br /&gt;I looked to myself and asked. "What do you want Troy?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with two things I "Want" (Now remember... TROY is writing this blog")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I want cute hair...Cute hair is something that always seems to elude me. I will get what I think is a cute hair cut and it always turns out to be the same thing I had before only shorter. I want cute hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. I want to be done having periods. I am 40-great, the baby factory has been closed 15 years and I am simply DONE with this whole "monthly visitor" thing. When my friends share about how they are "Done" I cringe because I am still regular like clockwork Ugh!!!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was my prayer, "Lord I want cute hair and I want to be done having periods"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began praying for want #1. One day after work I had to go to the bank which is right next to a Fantastic Sams haircutting salon. I went in with my lovely kitchen lady do of bangs slicked back into a clip and pony tail and told the gal "Honestly, I love doing my hair" I could just hear her thinking "Yeah right I have my work cut out for me". We looked through books and came up with a cute layered bob design. I don't usually like a lot of layers cause my hair has a tendency to look like a helmet if they are too short. I left the salon with cute hair that within minutes flipped out of the stylists design into its own design. But the cut was different, easy to manage and "cute enough" so I was good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Now I wasn't expecting to suddenly stop having periods so I was not sure where this prayer would lead me. I went to work at my new morning job and my new boss and I were chatting over our weekends. She shared that she had a difficult weekend and that she has been suffering for five years with menopause symptoms, she has extreme mood swings and difficulty sleeping. Her words to me were (And I also believe Gods words as well)"Be grateful you are still a whole woman" &lt;br /&gt;Her words hit hard, but they really encouraged me and I made a vow. "OK Jesus, if you want me to be the bleeding woman until the day I get to touch your robe then so be it and I will be grateful". So with that, I went shopping for the latest mega maxi pads with wings and I was on my way, no more complaining for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought my wants were answered, but for some reason I still felt a nagging at my heart, they one morning God gave me a scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:13 And now these three remain, Faith, Hope and Love. But the greatest of these is Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scripture kept popping up over the course of the week in conversation, church and bible study messages and even on TV and I realized what I truly want is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I want LOVE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I want the Love of my immediate family. My heart has been so broken in this area I feel like I can actually die from it. "Lord, please heal my heart and help our family to have Godly Love for each other".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second,I want Love in my extended family, we have differences that make our relationship strained so "Lord help me to be a constant and true reflection of your Love, please shine through me and onto my family".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I want to Love my friends, I don't want to be selfish, I want to help when it is needed, be lovingly honest in conversation like Jesus was and be a real, true "Friend Of God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The greatest of these is Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got what I wanted and and even more, I recently went took Eric to a girlfriend that I have known for years for a haircut, she had extra time and I needed a trim and I got the best hair cut of my life. It is amazingly cute and different, (imagine that!)but most of all, she made me feel like a princess and so pampered. I felt so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to understand and embrace my ongoing womanhood and although sometimes I say "Ugh" I put on my monthly "armour" and I no longer dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful birthday last week and was shown amazing Love from my friends, my extended and immediate families. I must be doing something right after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The Greatest of these is LOVE, Lord thank you for hearing and answering your humble servants prayers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how about that World Peace?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-432079859622625311?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/432079859622625311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=432079859622625311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/432079859622625311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/432079859622625311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-you-want.html' title='What Do You Want???'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-6267013056184921982</id><published>2009-11-18T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:44:16.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Sleeping</title><content type='html'>Our Pets Papa and Yogi make and artform out of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this makes you smile... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwRp_6IN-QI/AAAAAAAAADc/YaOIEEraVck/s1600/Troys+Pictures+565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwRp_6IN-QI/AAAAAAAAADc/YaOIEEraVck/s400/Troys+Pictures+565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405561999407839490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwRphdTPbEI/AAAAAAAAADU/g9KyFi6We18/s1600/Troys+Pictures+567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwRphdTPbEI/AAAAAAAAADU/g9KyFi6We18/s400/Troys+Pictures+567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405561476273368130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwRpGXjIYzI/AAAAAAAAADM/nFeW3V230V4/s1600/Troys+Pictures+569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwRpGXjIYzI/AAAAAAAAADM/nFeW3V230V4/s400/Troys+Pictures+569.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405561010872935218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-6267013056184921982?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6267013056184921982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=6267013056184921982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6267013056184921982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6267013056184921982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-sleeping.html' title='The Art of Sleeping'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwRp_6IN-QI/AAAAAAAAADc/YaOIEEraVck/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4671143695160996969</id><published>2009-11-17T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:38:57.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SWEAR</title><content type='html'>I Swear Steve I do get dressed while I am on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye honey have a great day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwLtaQSSQsI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBwH2B8Tew4/s1600/Troys+Pictures+562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwLtaQSSQsI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBwH2B8Tew4/s400/Troys+Pictures+562.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405143538102059714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Honey how was your day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwLs-2xDiMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qzqM2pDXhbY/s1600/Troys+Pictures+563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwLs-2xDiMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qzqM2pDXhbY/s400/Troys+Pictures+563.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405143067395328194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4671143695160996969?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4671143695160996969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4671143695160996969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4671143695160996969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4671143695160996969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-swear.html' title='I SWEAR'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/SwLtaQSSQsI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBwH2B8Tew4/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7163151512486901077</id><published>2009-11-16T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:43:50.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T STAND IT!!!!</title><content type='html'>My husband is the worlds sweetest man BUT he is also the world's most competitive man when it comes to board games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask anyone in our family or at our church and they will back me up on that one.  This guy agonizes (and you should see his agony) over making the simplest of decisions. (like in liars dice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say he is a bad loser.  We went to couples Bunco which is to me just a fun night out. After we finished I was chatting with my girlfriends and he was all in a huff and wanted to leave NOW!!!. When we got in the car I asked if he was sick cause he made us leave so quickly and his response was..." I DIDN'T WIN!!!" Come on!!!IT WAS BUNCO!!! I have played for years and I hardly ever win!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,He is a bad gloater when it comes to winning and after awhile his hearty laugh turns into something you hear from a Batman Villain. Hee Hee Hee Hee Hee Hee Hee Hee Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For "Quality time" We tried to do the "Family game night" thing but it would always end up with a boy leaving the table in tears, and FORGET Monopoly, The dude has memorized EVERY (and I mean Every) property value amount up to hotel on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve recently got a new game... Star Wars Risk, he has mulled over the directions for days and days, he knows every rule, all he talks about is Star Wars Risk. He is DYING to play and I simply refuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then turns his attentions to poor helpless Eric and has now become someone kind of like Patrick Swayze in Ghost when he sings "I'm Henry the Eighth I am" over and over to Whoopi Goldberg. This is what conversation in our house is like... Troy "Steve would you like a cup of coffee?"  Steve- "A cup of coffee would go great with a game of Star Wars Risk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric "I am taking the dog for a walk" Steve "Great and afterwards we can play Star Wars Risk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrrrggggg!!! I can't take it anymore!!! I do feel like a monster but I know I can not give him the dream game of Risk he longs for because frankly I play Risk to die and be done and if we let him win... well, then he did not get the true victory of the kill and world domination so actually, we are doing him a favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEEEESSSEEEE Have Mercy on us and play Risk with Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Eric and Troy (Yogi doesn't care)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7163151512486901077?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7163151512486901077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7163151512486901077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7163151512486901077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7163151512486901077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-stand-it.html' title='I CAN&apos;T STAND IT!!!!'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-944104311675113604</id><published>2009-11-15T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:36:08.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to slippers</title><content type='html'>Slippers, Slippers,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love thee.&lt;br /&gt;You keep my tootsies&lt;br /&gt;So Tosteeee&lt;br /&gt;Fleece lined, Terry &lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;As long as my feet&lt;br /&gt;Are never bare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new discovery, the best of all&lt;br /&gt;The Mary Jane slipper sock&lt;br /&gt;That come in styles for&lt;br /&gt;Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried in slippers I must be&lt;br /&gt;So My feet will be cozy&lt;br /&gt;For Eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-944104311675113604?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/944104311675113604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=944104311675113604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/944104311675113604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/944104311675113604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-to-slippers.html' title='Ode to slippers'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1074561338479977487</id><published>2009-11-14T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:38:22.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Farm, therefore... I am...</title><content type='html'>"You Farm?"&lt;br /&gt;What is farming you may ask, it is a game you play on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;"What is Facebook?"&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is an online location you go to and catch up with friends, they post stuff about what they are doing and it is a really fun way to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Why you may ask?  Well... Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy keeping in touch with my friends and family and this is a way to do it when I am free. I post when I can and they read when they can. It is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farming-&lt;br /&gt;One night when we were out Cameron and Beka told me I have to farm. I noticed I had been getting little notices on facebook telling me I had "gifts" from my friends for my farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my farm with a few plantings which turned into plots, animals were added which turned into pens, trees were added which became orchards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends asked me about farming and soon they were also farming. We all caught the bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are official addicts and have even gone on utube to learn to create advanced landscapes like waterfalls and elevations... Our farms rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a new farm on another game, this farm is done in all pink in tribute for my love of all things pinkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to add a third farming game but realized I was at maximum capacity farming and gave it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at myself when I am out and check my watch and think how much more time I have before my grapes are going to be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad when I failed and my pumpkins withered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it is fun, I love it, and I farm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1074561338479977487?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1074561338479977487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1074561338479977487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1074561338479977487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1074561338479977487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-farm-therefore-i-am.html' title='I Farm, therefore... I am...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4168551310473274432</id><published>2009-11-13T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:20:09.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of a dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sv3NeOOOHhI/AAAAAAAAACc/33EABx6UDPc/s1600-h/Troys+Pictures+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sv3NeOOOHhI/AAAAAAAAACc/33EABx6UDPc/s400/Troys+Pictures+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403701047011974674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two friends who recently have lost their beloved dogs. They are grieving horribly and my heart completely aches for them.  Because I am a real pet lover,I have never been one to say those harsh words "it was just a dog" but I know people who think like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can cry when I think about Sydney and I taking our family dog Bandit to be  put down and that was like 30 years ago. Just of that car ride and remembering how much I loved the softness of her ears and I lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, that experience made me grateful that we can ease the misery of our beloved pets. If you have ever watched a loved one suffer before death you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of our marriage we have other had dogs and a million cats, but none have had our heart like our Yogi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just two and full of life and love, the thought of one day reaching that milestone makes my heart already ache, but like someone said, pets help us to realized that our hearts can heal and life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4168551310473274432?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4168551310473274432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4168551310473274432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4168551310473274432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4168551310473274432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-of-dog.html' title='The love of a dog...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/Sv3NeOOOHhI/AAAAAAAAACc/33EABx6UDPc/s72-c/Troys+Pictures+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3155615435170039103</id><published>2009-11-12T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:46:47.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy Shoe Thursday Disneyland version</title><content type='html'>One thing I LOVE to do when I go to an amusement park or county fair is to play a little game I call "Who is wearing the most inappropriate shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the obvious spike heels (there is always someone wearing spike heels) the winners for this year are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea World winner - A little girl wearing those hard plastic princess shoes with high heels.  She was complaining and I was thinking "Mom, that is a battle I would have fought" Come on, she was little, why make her suffer for fashion already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland- Overall, most do well here wearing flip flops, flats or tennis shoes but I did see someone walking on the sides of her feet wearing boots with her jeans stuck in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember... Comfort it key...But I still love playing this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Today I was giggling as I drove away from Eric's school and saw a group of 5 girls all wearing shorts and calf high ugg boots. Do you think they called each other... Hee Hee Hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3155615435170039103?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3155615435170039103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3155615435170039103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3155615435170039103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3155615435170039103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/sassy-shoe-thursday-disneyland-version.html' title='Sassy Shoe Thursday Disneyland version'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4739106791020398970</id><published>2009-11-11T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:39:20.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about Me</title><content type='html'>For years I believed everyone was off of school because it was my birthday.  That's what my mom said and it made perfect sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it is because it is so late in the year but I get really excited about my birthday. My family and friends know this and always make me feel so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends Dee Dee and Kathy love to do new things for our birthdays so this time we went to go see the taping of the Bonnie Hunt show (don't tell, Dee Dee called in sick) and I was reminded, it isn't about me, sure it's my birthday but more important, it is Veteran's day, a day to salute our soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show made me cry, I am so proud of our soldiers and vets. They are proud to serve and I am proud to salute them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a piece of birthday cake of course...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4739106791020398970?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4739106791020398970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4739106791020398970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4739106791020398970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4739106791020398970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s all about Me'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-757675426519532546</id><published>2009-11-10T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:36:26.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten on the Tenth</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day in the life of Troysie. My actual birthday is tomorrow but the celebrating began last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.A good hair day starts a great day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Drove to Covina in only 32 minutes no traffic is Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Loved a little alone time with Dee Dee talking about blood clots... Who has more fun than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Gifts!!!! I actually got a Princess Cheese grater! Love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Easy drive to the Bonnie Hunt show with Kathy navigating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.The parking lot guy flirted with me...Dee Dee said I was Ooh La la  Hee Hee Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.We came up my new describing word. I am not 48 I am FORTY_GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.To honor Veterans and Servicemen we got GOODIES at the Bonnie Hunt show!!!  &lt;br /&gt;#1 $100 Sears gift card!!! &lt;br /&gt;#2 20th DVD of Christmas Vacation collector edition and I got to see CHEVY CHASE!!! #3 Pixar came and gave us DVD Blue Ray editions of Cars, Monsters Inc and UP!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Amazing desserts at the hippest old town Pasadena joint Houstons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Spending time with two other forty-greaters! Priceless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-757675426519532546?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/757675426519532546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=757675426519532546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/757675426519532546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/757675426519532546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-on-tenth.html' title='Ten on the Tenth'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1232138224100853531</id><published>2009-11-09T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:17:08.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I read that...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if Blogging online ruins conversations in the "Real" world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy-"I had so much fun with you at the wedding Saturday, man I just hate how pushy downhill drivers can be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend-"I know, I read on your blog that you got car sick when you were driving"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy- " I hate these Velcro shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend-"I know, I read your blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend- "Still baking?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend- "I have a cookie recipe for you, everyone says mine are the best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wonder if I should keep a reader list so I know who I can "actually" talk to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I am reminded why I blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend- "Troy, I am having a biopsy and second mammogram and I wanted to talk to you about your experience"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when friend turns out to be fine- "Troy, you helped me so much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad they are reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you bunches...&lt;br /&gt;Troysie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1232138224100853531?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1232138224100853531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1232138224100853531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1232138224100853531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1232138224100853531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeah-i-read-that.html' title='Yeah, I read that...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5417047711391834637</id><published>2009-11-08T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:30:54.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effort</title><content type='html'>My mind is blank so I thought I would write a funny post about using white out then I remembered my blog is in pink.  This made me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts about the stuff on my desk,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the mini red cup I put on top of my computer it reminds me of my special San Diego girlfriends and how much they all mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Mc Donald beanie from Mc Donalds, Rachel got it for me when my hunt turned up empty. I love Ronald McDonalds cause they remind me of Eric's Afro. There was a boy at his school with bright orange hair and one day I just started laughing at the thought of Eric's hair that color and all I could think of was Ronald McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of creepy New Orleans jester doll. Wouldn'T want it on a chair in my bedroom cause it would give me a Poltergeist kind of feeling but I love it because my brover got it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic owl, discovered on a Cub Scout camping trip and saved from my married sons trash pile when he cleaned out his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping kitty- Awwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like having sweet stuff around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5417047711391834637?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5417047711391834637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5417047711391834637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5417047711391834637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5417047711391834637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/effort.html' title='Effort'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7524471643459979128</id><published>2009-11-08T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:24:03.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White out...</title><content type='html'>I wrote an amazing blog today, but used white out on the errors and this was all that was left...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7524471643459979128?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7524471643459979128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7524471643459979128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7524471643459979128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7524471643459979128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/white-out.html' title='White out...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4731989076332312333</id><published>2009-11-07T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:03:54.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motion Emotion</title><content type='html'>Let's face it, I am Plagued by Motion sickness, always have. I know, my brothers and sisters just thought I was being a drama princess (I was too young to be a queen yet)because I always HAD to have a window seat in the giant 1970 Pontiac Safari, I remember DYING (partly drama princess) on our long drives to San Jose because I had to have AIRRRRRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I was being tortured by horrible motion sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have gotten so bad I must take Dramamine any time I go to an amusement park or even on a short 45 minute drive.  My friends and family are so good to me and always give me the front seat but for the most part, I drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Crestline for a wedding, Crestline is a short 40 minute drive into the mountains and is normally quick enough to get through without pulling over to hurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was lovely but I was dreading the drive home. This has never happened before but even with my driving I was still seriously ill when I got home. I thought driving was supposed to keep you from getting ill so I wonder if this is a new chapter in my motion sickness life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joy&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me to sit on that swing with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4731989076332312333?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4731989076332312333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4731989076332312333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4731989076332312333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4731989076332312333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/motion-emotion.html' title='Motion Emotion'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-307607859458417759</id><published>2009-11-06T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:08:24.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Dear Thanksgiving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is November 6th and since you are still a few weeks away I thought I would go shopping and pick up a few reminders of you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked all over and you were not there... Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the clerk and she said that you have been forgotten, everyone has just moved on to Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me really sad, you are my favorite holiday. Not just because of the food but because of the family. To me, you are the most relaxing and fun day, our family keeps you really casual and fun, we laugh and play games and celebrate what you are all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfulness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Thanksgiving, I promise that while others may have forgotten you, I will not!... To quote the words of one Mr. Scrooge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will honor Thanksgiving with all my heart and try to keep it all the year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Your beloved Troysie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-307607859458417759?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/307607859458417759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=307607859458417759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/307607859458417759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/307607859458417759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-thanksgiving.html' title='Dear Thanksgiving'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3553833271986360608</id><published>2009-11-05T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:50:29.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In the Life...</title><content type='html'>I have realized that my vacation is seriously cramping our dogs style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    A Day in the life of Yogi Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finish your shower so we can play. I love our morning wrestling even if you involve the cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next person finish your shower so I can get my second dose of morning attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Cat!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets a good cold nose greeting just to let you know I love ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me! My breakfast has not been made yet! Do I have to honestly ask you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to put my favorite moist food packet on top and don't break it up too much.  Yes kitty you may take a drink from my water bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Cat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I go outside for some unmentionables... Be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...Now how about some more attention before you go to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you daddy, I want to cry but I will hold it in cause I'm a big boy now... Bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Eric love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up Mom you haven't gotten your goodbyes yet! Oh well on to my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey Cat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh Who's forbidden bed will I sleep in first... Yes.. Moms side is always the best. Hmmm she's here so I will pass on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric's bottom bunk Ahhhh I love this spot cause I can stick my nose out of the curtain and see what is going on. I am the guardian of this house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to Dad's bed Ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom isn't looking her bed is the best Ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that noise?  The Vacuum? I have to check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you home!!! Don't you realize this is MY time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you insist I will take a bone, What? I have to take it outside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bone VS Outside? The desire for the bone outweighs my desire for moms bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striped Cat!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new couch is getting broken in just fine and smells good, I have decided on my spot and my arm rests nicely on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What get down?? Why are you here anyways???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I will sleep on my bed... Not as nice as yours but it will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you going? Don't leave me I will cry... NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric's home!!! Come on say the W word, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, gonna take Yogi for a walk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yogi want to go for a walkie???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkie walkie walkie walkie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I won't pull you but you know I have places to go and things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am tired... Oh where to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY'S HOME!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling, playing, walking, dinner... Life is sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, why is everyone going to bed? I was just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all night barking chain awaits...Commander Chihuahua who can see the street report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Cat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will relay the message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sargent down the street how is it on your end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I will relay the message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? another message Commander, I will relay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice calm night I have only had to relay 40 or so messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi daddy you want me to come? OK want to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOO Don't lock me in I have important work to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to cry and see if that works for a release... No good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think I will defy gravity and climb on the kitchen table to see if I can somehow reach that cat food... Crash!!! Oops!!! No, you don't see a Basset Hound on top of the table... Must be a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another busy day...Now, Which bed to sleep in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3553833271986360608?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3553833271986360608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3553833271986360608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3553833271986360608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3553833271986360608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In the Life...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3021091681109405654</id><published>2009-11-04T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:19:19.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying No</title><content type='html'>Ok Ok I admit it... Our Children are spoiled, because of their age gap and since there is just two of them, Steve and I have rarely had to say no to our children's desires.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always seem to be able to find a way to say yes... Until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 14 year old LOVES Japan, Anime and everything that is Japanese.  He is trying so hard to learn the language off of the Internet, He really needs the Japanese version of Rosetta stone you see on TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a letter in the mail saying he was selected to be a student ambassador to Japan.  I know a lot of kids get this letter, but the thought of sending him on the trip was so exciting for us, he is the perfect age and since Steve and I truly have NO DESIRE to ever travel to Japan, this just might be his ticket to the Orient. So we applied, and we speculated on the cost. $1500, $3000, we even thought we could find $3500 if necessary who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the bad news Sunday, the trip would run right around $10,000!!! When we saw the figures our hearts sank, that is simply and out of the question amount.  That is what we still own on Cams Car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew it too and although he was sad, he was glad we even explored the possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, all things are not impossible with God, so we are praying that one day Eric will get to Japan, maybe not this way, but in God's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will get him the Language tapes... Just in case&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3021091681109405654?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3021091681109405654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3021091681109405654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3021091681109405654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3021091681109405654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/saying-no.html' title='Saying No'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-6558322630621106508</id><published>2009-11-03T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:03:56.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Ten things I just don't get...(In no particular order except for #10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The cat has left you alone all day but as soon as you open a book or magazine they sit right on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do cats know exactly which one key to press that closes down your computer. (I think babies know which key to push too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why does my dog look at me like I should understand him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why is the quiet different in your house when your kids are at school than when they are away at camp. One quiet is great and the other lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why does something as simple as a Red Starbucks cup completely change my attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How listening to politics and people arguing (I mean discussing) can be so entertaining to my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why are lunches made by mom better tasting than the same lunch made while the mom gets to sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why is the coffee made by mom better tasting than the same coffee made by the hubby while the mom sleeps in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I can never be cured from my love of purses, even if I got the most expensive diamond encrusted purse, my eyes would still stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And something I will NEVER truly get... Why in the world would my mother allow her daughter to be named Troy!!! Did she not know pouting always gets you what you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-6558322630621106508?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6558322630621106508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=6558322630621106508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6558322630621106508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6558322630621106508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-on-tuesday.html' title='Ten on Tuesday'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3320821972223102141</id><published>2009-11-02T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:47:04.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Va-kay day one...To Snooze or Not to Snooze?</title><content type='html'>Today is the first weekday of my November vacation Woo Hoo!!! So I asked the guys for a sleep in day and guess what? I got it!!!  I woke up at 6:40am and realized the guys quietly got themselves off to work and school, I was simply amazed. Not a single "mom where is this?", or a yelled "Eric get up"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned for this sleep in day so last week I got Eric an alarm clock. I know, I know, he is 14 and totally capable of getting himself up but Steve and I are up anyways up so why not wake my wonderful baby up with my love and kisses, greet him with a warm breakfast and make the start of his day a good one. Together we set the alarm clock then came the question &lt;em&gt;To snooze or Not to Snooze? &lt;/em&gt;. Eric's eyes lit up with the thought of extra moments of sleep but then I warned him those minutes come at a price... You actually have to wake up EARLIER to get the extra minutes to snooze...He decided against the snooze which I think is a good choice because Steve and I are not snoozers either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a discussion about snoozing at my ladies bible study and the consensus was that most of the women snooze with the exception of one who was a "mega snoozer" and had to have her 45 minutes of snoozing minimum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I used no alarm clock except for my internal one which is still set on standard time so I got a nice early start on my day.Oh yes I also forgot to mention that when I did get up every light was on in the house and the front door was wide open...I was glad for that standard time change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on vacation, I'm on vacation, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3320821972223102141?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3320821972223102141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3320821972223102141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3320821972223102141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3320821972223102141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/va-kay-day-oneto-snooze-or-not-to.html' title='Va-kay day one...To Snooze or Not to Snooze?'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4002509203510306728</id><published>2009-11-01T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:49:04.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The subject for the month...</title><content type='html'>Since everyone enjoyed my adventures with the Gopher (which is gone if you didn't know)  This month's subject... Mice diaries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... Our FIVE cats will immediately be going on an all liquid diet! How dare they allow vermin to enter our house! But just as I was doing dishes one ran right across my sink and behind the stove...Scream you may ask... Yes I did thank you very much... Heart attack you may ask... Yes I did thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First call&lt;br /&gt;Troy "Cameron what mouse trap works best?"&lt;br /&gt;Cameron- "Cats"&lt;br /&gt;Troy- " I guess I am off to the hardware store"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second call &lt;br /&gt;Troy " Lucy,I have a mouse!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Lucy " Well, how will you get the mouse to figure out to get out of the house?"&lt;br /&gt;Troy" Didn't think the mouse would go out of the house by any other way than funeral"&lt;br /&gt;Lucy "Good luck with that one Ewwww"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the hardware store... New LAW in the Millers house... No Screen door open at night EVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saga continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4002509203510306728?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4002509203510306728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4002509203510306728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4002509203510306728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4002509203510306728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/subject-for-month.html' title='The subject for the month...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-8689260385181476612</id><published>2009-11-01T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:47:44.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Here I go...</title><content type='html'>Today is November 1st the first day of my annual blogging month called NaBloPoMo (National Blogging Posting Month)  This is my fourth year posting and it is a challenge but so much fun.  Luckily for me, I am also on vacation so this comes at a great time for me. Hope you enjoy this months journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Halloween Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I work part time I am not always in the loop of things going on at the school sites and Friday I missed out on some extra fun because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my breakfast school I noticed my boss was wearing a silky shirt over her work clothes, I thought "That's a funny jacket" Then I realized it was Pajama day!  Oh I get it!  What fun for the kids to come to school in jammies. (although for some teens jammies are daily wear, don't get that fashion trend)I so would have worn a jammie shirt, wahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to my lunch school I saw costumes EVERYWHERE!!! What school is this? We used to have a wonderful Halloween parade every year, the kids would be so happy and even little Eric got to join in on big brothers fun day.  Cams teacher and I still recall baby Eric completely in love with the girls in Cams class and how he followed them around during the parade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, that day and that parade had special meaning, it was the day I realized I was indeed a homemaker.  The most popular day to request off from my employer was not Christmas or Thanksgiving... It was Halloween. Of course the ones with the most seniority got the day off so I was always scrambling to get the boys in their costumes and on their way, we had to cram pumpkin carving and baking pumpkin seeds into little bits of "quality" time and a great time would be when I could make popcorn balls as well.If by miracle I did get the day off there would always be a stack of people who had been inconvenienced by my absence so was a day off really worth it? oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I was with my boys at the Halloween Carnival, while watching the kids so happy and helping out at the class party I realized it, I was off of work! I was home, the pumpkins had been carved, the seeds roasted, the cookies baked and the popcorn balls made, no one was going to be angry because I was not available... I was a homemaker. There on the playground at Hemlock school I started crying, my dream had come true, I was home with my boys... It was a wonderful day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all about the origins of the holiday yada yada yada. We have to live in this world, not be OF it. We dissected this moral issue, discussed it with our sons and realized this day to our family is all about fun, costumes, and candy. Our home is always open on Halloween and always will. We are a Trick Or Treating Halloween loving family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiness level at both schools today was increased and I had to thank the principal, it was a good, fun and Blessed Halloween. I just wish I knew so I could have worn my Top Chef costume... I was so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-8689260385181476612?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8689260385181476612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=8689260385181476612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8689260385181476612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8689260385181476612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-here-i-go.html' title='Well Here I go...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3604464379577721882</id><published>2009-08-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:37:52.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah.....</title><content type='html'>Ever since I got the letter telling me I was hired to work at a second school and that I would start on August 20th I have had a strange feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy to finally take the leap and add more hours to my working schedule, I am excited the school is just around the corner from my house and I am glad that Eric's friend is giving him a ride to school so basically the addition of this new job to my schedule will not interfere too much with my daily routine and gives me confirmation that it is Gods gift and a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still... August 20th...It is nagging at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day and I started my new job, it went well, I have been doing this kitchen lady thing for eight years so I feel pretty confident that I know my stuff so it is all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me while I was washing dishes... August 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my Daddy in Heaven, I miss you so, personally I miss just hanging around in the back yard visiting and I miss taking you to Costco. I remember how you supported me in my decision to leave my career to stay home with the boys and how much you loved when I would make you and Eric spam and eggs for breakfast although I hated it. I remember once Eric and I were in the store and he saw the can and said he wanted some "Grandpa Ham"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a family I miss our birthday get togethers at the house. I loved how you stepped up and cared for your kids when we needed. But my fondest memories of your later life was our trips on the Mexican Senior Citizen busses to Laughlin. My 40th birthday was the best with all of us together at the baby boomer buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose a loved one, different dates effect people differently, for me I have a difficult time missing my parents on my birthday, I guess cause it was the day my parents made me feel so special. I miss Mom bad on Mother's day, but Dad, I just miss you all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,  Your Troyie Troysie Puddin' and Poisie, who kissed the boys and made them noisie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3604464379577721882?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3604464379577721882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3604464379577721882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3604464379577721882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3604464379577721882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah.....'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3755283844248870052</id><published>2009-08-18T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:54:18.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Measure of A Man...</title><content type='html'>Today Eric came home from school very upset. It seems he was yelled at by the locker room attendant who told him to get his S___T! out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a new kid in a new place and was unsure of where to put his backpack, after the lovely comment he still needed his help to find out where to properly store his belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, no one has ever spoken like that to me before"  My heart sank and all I could say was "I am sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kills me but I had to tell him that this was probably not the last time someone will speak harshly to him. I remember when Cameron and I had this same conversation, Cam was a youth Umpire for Little League and he could not believe how horribly the coaches would speak to him in front of their own children and he was a kid too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked more about life and the people that you will encounter and I became more grateful for my Steve in that he has only been a supportive and uplifting father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile Eric came to me and said "You know what mom, he is probably frustrated by the kids who are disrespectful to him so I decided that tomorrow I will go up to him, shake his hand and introduce myself to him. I am going to show him that I will never be disrespectful to him. I know it might not work, but I hope we can become friends since I have to talk to him every day for the next four years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful young man, that boy of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I say the measure of a man&lt;br /&gt;Is not how tall you stand&lt;br /&gt;How wealthy or intelligent you are&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've found out the measure of a man&lt;br /&gt;God knows and understands&lt;br /&gt;For He looks inside to the bottom of your heart&lt;br /&gt;And what's in the heart defines&lt;br /&gt;The measure of a man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3755283844248870052?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3755283844248870052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3755283844248870052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3755283844248870052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3755283844248870052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/08/measure-of-man.html' title='The Measure of A Man...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-2273145939001455280</id><published>2009-08-18T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:58:55.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Doors</title><content type='html'>When the transfer denial letter arrived we were ready for it and reminded ourselves that God knows best for us.We relucantly accepted this as fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son was sad, I was sad for him then I remembered what God had told me so many yeas ago, "Eric is Exceptional and I gave him to you because you are his Champion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right, I am his Champion, although the thought of me squeezed into shining armor would be pretty hysterical I then began the quest, to offer my son the best start to High School mentally and educationally which meant a transfer to the new school in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months before Eric had begun the transformation from a Gothic middle schooler to a young man deserving of all that can be provided for him. Gone was the attitude and unhappiness he had worked and gotten his best grades ever, he deserved this, he desired this, and I desired it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication began with the principal of his school, who agreed the new school would be a great for Eric, I was then put in touch with the director of Special Education who informed me the school was at maximum capacity.  my thought was he is only one child, he deserved this and I put my faith in her to see understand my passion about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our faith was tested when he received his "Welcome to High School" packet from the other school he was mentally ready to attend the other school and we were patiently waiting for an answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening, Eric's friends brother got in the car, I had never met him before so I began my normal interview process where he mentioned he had been in ROTC. I then said "Oh you must know my son Cameron?" He gave me a look that sealed the deal, he gave me the look I never wanted Eric to see, the " You mean Eric is CAMERON MILLER'S brother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron's shoes would be hard to fill, he had a great reputation in school where he was the shining star. Eric has always been completely different than Cam, besides my own brothers I don't know of two brothers more opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eric has put forth so much effort Lord he deserves this transfer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I could stand it no more and I asked, God opened the door and Eric was transferred, he was given a stern talking to by the director, excellent attendance, grades, and behavior are required for him to keep this transfer, he gleefully accepted the challenge. I knew by my sons joy that this was indeed the right thing for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute we walked into the school, doors began to swing open in confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric got his enrollment the day before freshman orientation so he didn't miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric's friends parents have offered to drive the boys to school which is great because I was blessed with a second job which starts early and now Eric won't have to be at school early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School began and when I got home Eric could not control his excitement about the day, he LOVED all of his classes and LOVED all of his teachers, he could not choose a favorite. How great is that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is taking Art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even little things like his friend shares his last class of the day so they don't have to find each other to carpool home. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric instantly came home and started his homework, this has always been our rule but a chore and Eric said the words I never thought I would hear from him "I don't want to fall behind". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eric is Exceptional, and I gave him to you because you are his Champion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for opening doors, for Eric's maturity and obedience as a wonderful son. Again all I can say is Thank You...Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-2273145939001455280?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2273145939001455280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=2273145939001455280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2273145939001455280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2273145939001455280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/08/open-doors.html' title='Open Doors'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5571455327736123273</id><published>2009-08-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:28:46.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can she be a Senior? She's only Eight!!!</title><content type='html'>People have been shocked this week when I have told them Eric is starting High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I remember most of my friends kids at the same age they were when I met them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was very shocked when my friend Susan told me her daughter was going to be a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Maddy is only eight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she is older, I have watched her grow into a beautiful and wonderful young woman but with my loving soft eyes I still see her as the shy little girl hiding behind her mom at Cub Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discussing this subject with another girlfriend and mentioned Eric starting High School and she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Eric is still in his stroller with a pacifier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I am not the only one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please bless all of our children as they grow into the wonderful young adults that you have planned, please help and guide them to make excellent decisions in difficult situations and bless them with terrific friends. Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5571455327736123273?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5571455327736123273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5571455327736123273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5571455327736123273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5571455327736123273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-can-she-be-senior-shes-only-eight.html' title='How can she be a Senior? She&apos;s only Eight!!!'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3405670609414265628</id><published>2009-08-04T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:38:40.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect cup of coffee... And Thou</title><content type='html'>Each morning I start my day with a devotional from a little book I get at church called "Our Daily Bread".  I think this book has been around for a really long time cause I remember seeing them in relatives homes as a child. I thought the name odd because I did not know that devotion to God sustains life just as does bread (it's a metaphor). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now I get it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In a past posting I told you of my NEED to have all my ducks in a row when I finally sit down to do my bible study with a cup of Tea. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here is my silly but important list,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Coffee version.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I must have my favorite coffee cup of the day, I have several depending on my mood.  &lt;br /&gt;#1 Starbucks mermaid cup (if you are specal, I will let you borrow it)&lt;br /&gt;#2 Pink matching friendship cup with Leighann (no borrowing)&lt;br /&gt;#3 My Mother's day Anthropologie initial cup (I FREAK cause Steve likes this cup too, but come on it has a giant T on it with flowers all over!!! MINE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;#4 My newest Anthropologie cup I got to have matching cups with my daughter in love Beka.&lt;br /&gt;#5 Now if it is near Christmas, this list starts over with my favorite Christmas cups, but lets not go there (for now...)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I also must have my favorite Brighton pen, My groovy red Bible that looks like a wallet ( in case you are wondering it didn't come in pink) Journa,l and just in case I cry I have my tissues in the beautiful embroidered case Carmen made for me,  and now... Reading glasses Yikes!...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ahhh Ready...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Troys Perfect cup of coffee...&lt;br /&gt;Steve may have just made a pot but I still make my own individual cup using my coffee press. It makes a pretty strong cup of coffee but I learned from my brother Sterling and I like it this way...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Favorite coffee... Seattle's Best Cinnabon 1 1/2 scoops into the press&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, I have a hot water dispenser but if you don't then boil about two cups of water and add it to the press.  Four minutes later (potty break) press down the handle and you are ready to decorate your coffee (Troy is writing this remember) &lt;br /&gt;Coffee embellishments (decorations)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon Vanilla Caramel creamer&lt;br /&gt;4 pumps Caramel coffee syrup ( I like sugar free decorations)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh Coffee perfection Troy version, all is right with my world and ready to begin my daily bread...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amen sister friend...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In case you are saying "I remember those little books and would love to read one" here you go...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our Daily Bread&lt;br /&gt;www.rbc.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3405670609414265628?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3405670609414265628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3405670609414265628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3405670609414265628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3405670609414265628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-cup-of-coffee-and-thou.html' title='The perfect cup of coffee... And Thou'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1610118766973211185</id><published>2009-08-04T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:37:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same but Different</title><content type='html'>Be prepared because I will be writing something that may shock you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric (baby Eric) will be starting High School next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we had talked about this step when he was in 6th or 7th grade I would have expressed my great fear for him, but the strange thing is... Maturity does wonders, he is totally ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year he went through a "Gothic" phase, he was wearing all black and looking very odd ( but I thought cute).  Steve and I thought we were letting him show his individualism but then we had a wake up call and realized that his mood and the mood of our home and family was darkened by his taking part in this "Goth" lifestyle.  We as parents took action, explained to our son that we had made a mistake in letting him enter the world of paranormal and darkness, he was feeling uncomfortable as well so it took little persuasion to bring him back to the world of color.  I am proud Steve and I can admit when we are wrong, I have no problem saying "I was wrong, I am sorry"  I will even say "You were right" when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to the store for school clothes we went, he had a great time choosing his clothes and hats needed to tame his "White Man Fro". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Cam started High School, we got him all set and the first week his backpack broke, within a month he had gone through three backpacks so it was time for research, I found the best backpack, bought it and he still has it.  Got Eric a good backpack at the start of 6th grade and it is tired and missing zipper pulls so I told him we would invest in a new High School back pack and he could get any one he wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the backpack store I am expecting him to get one of the super cool new ones they have that cost more than an arm and a leg but have features galore...He came up to me with the same back pack he has been using for the past three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, do you mind if I get a replacement one like the one I have, I really like it and I know all the pockets"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the new world of High School with a trusty old friend....Perfect Choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You Eric, my wonderful, amazing, exceptional son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1610118766973211185?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1610118766973211185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1610118766973211185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1610118766973211185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1610118766973211185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/08/same-but-different.html' title='Same but Different'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-6543830721321349961</id><published>2009-07-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:34:24.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Nazi</title><content type='html'>This week is Vacation Bible School at our church.  They asked, and since I am on vacation I took on the role of teaching the crafts. I love teaching crafts and have done it several times before but this week has been so busy with all I have to do in my home life, I feel like I am living in a blur of glue, paint, and paper and driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night we set up and went back to my helpers house to prepare for Monday, we finished and my helper crashed, then her mom and I got into one of those amazing heart to heart talks neither of us wanted to end. We realized we were in trouble when Steve had Eric call me at 2:00 am. I finally got to bed at 4:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Walking and driving around like a zombie, I had tons of errands to do and never had time to rest. I realized the foil, newspaper hats for Tuesday were just not working out so at 8:30 pm I had to go shop for a replacement craft.  I prayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, please provide a solution for this problem in one store!"  He took pity on the poor sleep deprived heart in the right place craft teacher and provided the perfect silver paper and I went to my helpers cause I was in dire need for her assistance and this time made sure I avoided her mom. (Just kidding)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and decided the best way for the kids to do the craft in the time allowed was for them to be pre-made to a certain point so I got to bed at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- still no time for napping but I was able to figure Wednesdays craft after VBS so I was feeling good about myself... UNTIL... I remembered at 8:00pm that we had switched Wed and Thurs crafts. Wahhhhhhh Origami boats! Thank you Lord for video origami lessons cause this gal could not follow diagrams with crossed eyes for nothing. The foam boats for the babies were just plain dumb and again God provided an alternative WITH COLORED TEMPLATES. God loves the sleepy craft teacher. In bed by 12:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- "Eric, we must get to bed earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love doing crafts and teaching them but there are some things I will not release control of and you can call me a Craft Nazi if you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Cutting- I have mad cutting skills and get all OCD when my helpers can't cut. I catch myself saying "I will do it" as sweetly as possible without GRABBING the project out of their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Folding- I love my Martha Stewart bone folder and the crisp lines and corners it creates. "Here let me fold that for you" when really I am saying "Yikes! your corner has a kink in it"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Glitter glue- It should be illegal for anyone under 10 to use a tube of glitter glue or puffy paint for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Sharpie pens- They are mine... All mine... And put them, the tape, and the adult scissors back in the basket or I will give you my smile with no teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows craft is done and Fridays is a kit so I can only hope to get to bed before midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received confirmation in this ordeal this week, I realized I am a no nonsense Mom Of Dudes, God didn't give me girls for a reason. I can't be bothered with drama in the high speed world of crafts on a tight schedule "I am sorry you spelled Jesus wrong! get over it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really folks, Vacation Bible School is a blast, the kids are wonderful and the memories of three year olds humming while they color, the hugs, and the word "Origami" make it all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a Sunday School teacher Troy will you do it?... I will have to pray about that one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-6543830721321349961?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6543830721321349961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=6543830721321349961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6543830721321349961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6543830721321349961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/07/craft-nazi.html' title='Craft Nazi'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-6746849084778295936</id><published>2009-07-05T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:52:58.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on my heart</title><content type='html'>Heart of Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was in my last year of High School and in my late teens, I was so bummed because all my friends were paired up in serious relationships and I had never had a boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like an outsider looking in to their world. I just didn't fit in with them because I was alone. I desperately wanted a someone but no one seemed to want me in return. I had crush after crush but that was all they were unreciprocated crushes. It was a sad time for me and very depressing. I was in school and working so I was busy, but I had plenty of room for more. For me it took the friendship of a special girl who was in the same boat I was, we enjoyed the same things and hanging out so it easier to forget my "pitiful" loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read about that time in my life in my old journals (OK Dear Diaries) I tell 19 year old Troy, "you should have lived it up more!" I should have really enjoyed myself, gotten a sports car, learned Spanish, travelled to Hawaii because in In no time at all, my life took a turn, I met Steve and the rest is history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been sad lately for a few girls I know, All of our friends have children the same age so they are getting married and in our church the youth are pairing up and getting married like crazy. My friends say I attend more weddings than anyone. It's true! But as much as I LOVE Weddings, what I love seeing even more are couples truly in love with the right ones for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperation does strange things to us and if we serve a loving God who only wants us to be happy, why would he let us be lonely? I have been praying alot about this and God told me, He is not sending the right ones because he wants his gift of a loving spouse to be appreciated so he asks, "What are YOU doing to prepare for the love of your life?" are you crabby, eating junk food and ice cream galore? sitting home feeling sorry for yourself in your baggy sweats?  These are very selfish things and selfishness is not what a relationship is all about. You want to prepare your heart for sharing. You are wonderfully made, accept this and relish in it and smile. Go to school &amp; work with a happy heart, go out with friends married and single, let everyone set you up, go on E-harmony, Why not? the worst that can happen is you will sleep less cause you have had too much coffee on your Starbucks dates, Just because you meet him doesn't mean you have to touch him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head...make yourself lovely inside and out, get a new, current hair style and put effort into your look, learn new make-up tips, try wearing lip gloss regularly, step out of your comfort zone. You say this is not your style, well, is your current style working for you? Switch it up! Become an excellent cook or at least master one really good easy recipe. You should become so busy getting ready for your bridegroom you have no time for desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants you to be happy, do you want to prepare a place for the one He has for you, or do you want to settle for the one desperation provides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attended the weddings of nine terrific young couples in the past year and will attend at least two more before this year is out, but even more wonderful is my knowledge of or participation in just as many 25th anniversaries including my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But when the Holy Spirit controls our lives, he will produce this kind of fruit in us: Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness and Self-Control" Gal 5:22 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that sounds like a great wife, that's the good stuff that makes God Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-6746849084778295936?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6746849084778295936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=6746849084778295936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6746849084778295936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6746849084778295936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-on-my-heart.html' title='What&apos;s on my heart'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-6505327632300934623</id><published>2009-06-28T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:03:57.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gene</title><content type='html'>In the past I have mentioned what I believe that some are born with the Star Wars gene and some are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has the Gene so bad that he left our wedding rehearsal dinner to go see the first showing of Return of the Jedi.  When we were married just one day we saw it again. I like Star Wars but I am sorry to say, I do not have the Gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sons have the Gene but the force runs stronger in Cameron than Eric. Star wars has always been a part of our lives and family, we wear the clothes, have all the DVD's and my garage is filled with action figures. One thing that we did not get into however was Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toys were just too complicated to put back together once transformed so we just left it at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the last Transformer movie came out I had no interest in seeing it but the men folk in the house went and loved it!  The first day it came out on DVD we purchased it and they insisted I watch it and I liked it too. (Liked, enjoyed but did not love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we had a wonderful dinner to celebrate Eric's middle school graduation and we decided to go to the movies to see the new Transformers movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it was entertaining, a little loud, a little confusing, but I did manage to stay awake the entire time which is a real positive for me.  What I loved most about the movie however was the audience reaction.  The kids LOVED the movie, they love the characters and cried when it was sad(one little boy had to be taken out of the theater cause he was so upset) and cheered when the good guys did good. I really enjoyed hearing the reactions because it reminded me of the good old days when my sons were younger and really got into the movies. If your child has the Transformer Gene then I suggest you take them for a fun ride. It made me smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-6505327632300934623?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6505327632300934623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=6505327632300934623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6505327632300934623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6505327632300934623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/gene.html' title='The Gene'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-8870366534397205710</id><published>2009-06-27T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:29:56.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is such a gift</title><content type='html'>This week sad passing of celebrities Ed, Farrah, and Michael have me sad, but they got to live, parent and decide things for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When babies die I wonder, what's up with that? I know there will be a lesson learned and a testimony to share but still... why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we get to play and lovie on them? That's what I miss the most when a baby dies, the opportunities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Smiles- My babies brought me smiles from the first minute, I can close my eyes and see baby Cameron "Smiling at Angels" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Joy- The joy a baby brings to a loving household. Babies are tough work, but it is joy-filled. Our friends baby Anthony is now home after months of hospitalization and finally a heart transplant what joy! but now the work begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Tears- I was so grateful for my baby Eric, I would cry out to the lord in thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Playing- There is nothing like watching your husband play with his baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for sudden healing but then hearing of the loss of a young couples first born baby girl this week surprised me no end. I have heard of babies swallowing meconium before but never one dying from it. I am sadly reminded by baby Ciara that birth and life are indeed a miracle and a gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank her for that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-8870366534397205710?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8870366534397205710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=8870366534397205710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8870366534397205710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8870366534397205710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-such-gift.html' title='Life is such a gift'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1759496008642751014</id><published>2009-06-26T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:05:15.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Since I have been blogging, I don't think I have gone this long without writing a word.  People have been messaging me from my Blogspot, Facebook, Myspace and Chicken Soup areas asking if I am OK and "why have I been so quiet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 31 days since my last confession.  Bless me father for I have sinned... I have taken the Lords name in vain (more than once I am afraid) I have watched TV shows that maybe I shouldn't have and Lord forgive me but I believe I may have gossiped. (Sorry I really am). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lack of blogging is not for lack of inspiration. Tons of stuff has gone on, My Stevie had a health scare, our 26th anniversary (same day) Not one but THREE weddings, My Eric was the star of his 8th grade musical, A ridiculous amount of left over pizza, Eric's middle school graduation, Pride about how great my married son and daughter in love are doing, Miracles like baby Anthony coming home, Birthdays,Father's Day, and money blessings in the form of an Inheritance and a $1,000 scratcher. Yada Yada Yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of these things would have made for a great blog and yet all I can think to write about is this... Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Tupperware Envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Eric's 8th grade musical cast party here at the house, I planned for 20+ teens, ordered Three giant pizzas and only 6 kids showed up. I learned that day there is such a thing as too much left over pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl brought some watermelon which was so nice, but did I notice her kindness?, No, all I saw was the totally cool Tupperware bowl she brought it in.  If you know the world of Tupperware you will know this bowl, it is called a That's A Bowl, it is probably the best bowl for making cookies cause there is this really cool handle on the side for your thumb to grip while mixing.  This is the largest bowl Tupperware offers and you too can get yours for 50% off if you hold a party, OR FREE with three bookings... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have had TWO That's A Bowls at once but my abundance didn't last too long when a son left the extra bowl somewhere (such is life) I have a mini version that I like too, but never have I seen a bowl like the one that graced my home this day. It was narrower than the original, same great handle on the side but it was about 10 inches deep! to a popcorn, salad, chip serving mom like me this bowl was something to covet. (my above mentioned sin)It was obviously a Tupperware "Special Edition" and all I could think was WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was over and guess what? THE GIRL FORGOT HER BOWL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the wild fantasies began to run through my mind..."The kids just graduated from middle school, the bowl owner girl is going to a different High School than Eric, they will never see each other again, I have NO WAY to contact her to return her bowl.Is it now MINE?!!!!!... Finder's Keepers! (evil laughter and wringing hands Blu Haa Haa Haa Haa)... When I washed the bowl, I noticed it was well used and obviously loved so I decided to wash it and leave it on the counter, although I have no way to contact the bowl owner she does know where I live...If a couple of weeks go by then I will claim the bowl by default and find it a home in the cupboard. Time went by... I began dreaming about my new bowl, thoughts like which font will I use when I write "Miller" on the bottom in sharpie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DING DONG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric-"Oh Hi"&lt;br /&gt;Girl-"I left my Mom's favorite bowl here, do you have it?"&lt;br /&gt;Eric-"Sure, it's here on the counter"&lt;br /&gt;Girl-"Great, my Mom was really mad that I left it"&lt;br /&gt;Eric-"Here you go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy-With a little tear, waved goodbye to what was loved but never hers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1759496008642751014?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1759496008642751014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1759496008642751014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1759496008642751014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1759496008642751014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-2846152135970608993</id><published>2009-05-26T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:17:56.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying A Little Pollyanna</title><content type='html'>I am crabby today, things just aren't going that great and I feel kind of blah and weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am taking pointers from good ol' Pollyanna and taking a stab at the "Glad Game"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am crabby- Well, I am Glad I am not sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My house is a mess- Well, I am Glad I have over an hour before I have to go to work, plenty of time to get it done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We never have enough money- Well, I am always Glad I am married to Steve and we live the life we do, even if it is paycheck to paycheck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am Glad I got a new Pink Coffee cup, that has made my morning a little rosier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am Glad that even though I have the front door open Yogi is quietly sleeping, the open door usually means my HOUND will be baying very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am Glad it is a nice overcast day, cool and lovely, birds singing, flowers blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am Glad my Son and Daughter in Love are coming over Thursday which is our 26th anniversary. Should be a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am Glad School will be out in just three weeks, Sleep In Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am Glad our friends asked us over for a Memorial Day BBQ. We are getting used to spending holidays alone,but it was WAY better to spend the day with friends swimming and visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am Glad to see Eric laugh and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, do I feel better... Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-2846152135970608993?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2846152135970608993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=2846152135970608993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2846152135970608993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2846152135970608993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/trying-little-pollyanna.html' title='Trying A Little Pollyanna'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-6225996603619922216</id><published>2009-05-25T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:13:43.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard Procedure</title><content type='html'>Dear Kaiser,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I really wish that when a woman patient has her first Mammogram that you would provide her with a list of your Mammogram standard procedures. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Title it "Welcome to the world of Mammograms" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I really think it would be helpful to tell women that. We will call you if we see something alarming, otherwise if we see something that is not alarming but needs further review, you will receive a letter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When and if you receive a second letter and need an ultrasound if they see something they will be doing a biopsy then and there, and a second mammogram. if a biopsy is done it is likely you will need a day off of work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And most importantly Dear Kaiser, Please inform patients that if a biopsy is done ALL results will be explained to you by the surgical department.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please remember this is an extremely unsettling time for a woman. To receive a call from the surgical department without any explanation makes you feel like you might as well go make funeral arrangements and expect the worst.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If it were just explained that this is "Standard Procedure" this experience would be better tolerated by everyone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Troy Miller&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PS. To all My dear friends... Thank you so much for your support and prayers during this difficult time I recently have been through.  Because of all of your comments I was very well prepared for this experience and was a lot calmer. I was recently given a clean bill of health and will go back again in six months for a re-check. WHEWWWWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you more than you know...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love, Troysie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-6225996603619922216?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6225996603619922216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=6225996603619922216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6225996603619922216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/6225996603619922216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/standard-procedure.html' title='Standard Procedure'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4413974268178846104</id><published>2009-05-16T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:03:05.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses and Really Bad Magazines</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why my life is such an open book. I wonder if I should have more secrets but God always reminds me that this is how I learn. I have very few secrets and if I have a trial I learn from it by sharing my experience with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always on the lookout for the lesson to be learned from every trial and so far in my current situation I am learning how much my friends love me and also how common questionable mammograms are in the world of womanhood. I felt so covered with prayers I found it hard to pray for myself. It was cool because I was at such ease I was available to pray and bless others. I felt like a light and I received many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting room blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am now a true fan of Text Messaging. It was almost like my cousin Sydney was there in the room with me making hour long wait for them to call me almost as fun as the time I was with her on the bus ride home when her car was in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I really do like that show "Cash Cab" it is way better than watching Jerry Springer on the waiting room TV. I got a kick out of the people blurting out the answers from across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the initial waiting room I changed into my lovely ventilated hospital gown and was escorted to a room with eight other women who were all waiting for the same thing as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting room #2 blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The fact that I was in the room with eight other women all waiting on the same thing put me at ease and reminded me of how common this secondary procedure is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Put eight women together and of course they will begin talking. Thank you to the woman who has had questionable mammograms for 20 years, you made me and the other "newbie" loose our scared "deer in headlights" expressions feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thank you to the woman who is battling terminal intestinal cancer and has now been diagnosed with breast cancer and decided to take it in stride... You reminded me to cherish each day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To the woman sitting very quietly next to me reading the breast cancer booklet you recently received. A special prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To the young woman who decided to go for a mammogram after her mother's January diagnosis, you were very uplifting and I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To the comic relief of the day. This is a Women's waiting area and the only magazines available are "Golf" "Golf Digest" (as if one Golf magazine was not good enough) "Trailer News" (yes, there is actually a magazine by that name" And for the child in us, "ZooNooz" I guess that was to calm you down looking at the cute Meerkats on the cover. I decided the horrible magazines were actually set there to promote conversations for those waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then taken into the ultrasound where the procedure began. I was almost positive they would not find anything. I even told the technician not to be surprised if you don't find anything because I am covered by grace. I am sorry but I giggled when I laid down on the table and saw a picture of roses taped to the ceiling. "Just look at the pretty picture"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultrasound blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you Dee Dee and Nancy- Because of your inputs I knew exactly what was going to happen to me. They are putting together a detailed comparison file to go by in further years, makes total sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thank you Kathy and Penny- You gave me such detailed descriptions of biopsies that I knew every step of what was to come next, even down to what the doctor was going to say "You will just feel a Bee Sting" Yeah Right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am thankful that I can find my happy place when I need to go there. "Doctor, please don't try to make small talk to me, I don't want to talk about my last vacation, I am just going to close my eyes and check out, Do what you gotta do" Bunnies, Kittens &amp; smiley faces here I come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can find humor in all things. I swear the tool for the biopsy sounded just like a Potato Gun. If you don't know what it is, you dig the nozzle of the gun in a potato, draw out a portion of potato and use it as a pellet for your potato gun battle. Those pellets can sting so maybe thats why you dont see potato guns that much anymore, probably someone shot someones eye out. Hee Hee Hee I know one day the doctor will see a Potato gun and laugh cause I was totally right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the biopsy I had to have another mammogram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd mammogram blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scriptural plaques on the walls encouraged me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This time there was pictures only NO SQUISHING!!! Yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get the results in a week and although it is in the back of my mind I am cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I'm gonna lay it down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn to trust you now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is what it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4413974268178846104?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4413974268178846104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4413974268178846104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4413974268178846104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4413974268178846104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/roses-and-really-bad-magazines.html' title='Roses and Really Bad Magazines'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1297093723123723489</id><published>2009-05-14T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:01:45.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter in Love...</title><content type='html'>I have told you before that I used to be MOD (Mom Of Dudes) but once Cam married Beka I became MODDIL (mom of dudes and daughter in law)  &lt;br /&gt;But I simply hate the word In-Law!  I always have, I call my sister in law (again that word, ugh!)Cyndi my sister, She is the big sis cause she is the eldest (not by much), I am mid sis and my other sis Penny is the little sis(you can read?)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wrote a blog and included how I hate the word In-Law.  I love when God lets people read my blogs and they respond cause my dear cousin Dodie (I know you are now Doreen but old habits die hard) told me that her mother in law had the same problem so she created their name for eachother and she called her "Daughter in love" because it is not the law that that makes them love eachother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhhhhhh... Cyndi, you are my sister in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beka, you will always be my beautiful daughter in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever my love...No law can break it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1297093723123723489?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1297093723123723489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1297093723123723489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1297093723123723489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1297093723123723489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/daughter-in-love.html' title='Daughter in Love...'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-675567881496369626</id><published>2009-05-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:01:19.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am THIS close</title><content type='html'>Can you see me making a "Little Inch symbol" with my thumb and pointer finger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am THIS close... To never answering my home telephone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have posted my number on whatever "Do not call" lists I have found and yet EVERY DAY I am called by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republican National party- I have told you, I have made my donation, sorry it is not what you are wanting, I support my party with prayers which are honestly more valuable than any monetary donation I could give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Light Magazine- I am simply not interested.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intel Telemarketing- Steve filled out a form to win a car at the mall and brought us this fun daily caller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blood Bank for Cameron- He no longer lives here for the ten millionth time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police or Fire department charities- These give you the major quilts but I stand firm. I am sorry but I make no over the phone donations TO ANYONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortgage brokers from India- I have had a long standing hate hate relationship with these folks, whenever I ask for their information so I can take further action, the line goes dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know, caller Id keeps me from actually answering these repeat offenders calls, but I still have to get up and check the phone. Steve on the other hand if he answers the phone without his glasses on, he will not be able to read the caller ID and get into the web of calls.  He should know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-675567881496369626?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/675567881496369626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=675567881496369626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/675567881496369626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/675567881496369626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-this-close.html' title='I am THIS close'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1296165803479268867</id><published>2009-05-13T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:30:29.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rattled but not Rocked!</title><content type='html'>The past few months I have been addressing some health issues I have been having and one thing was to finally get my first mammogram a few weeks ago.  Since I have no breast cancer on either side of my family history I was not too concerned about the test at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I got a letter in the mail saying I needed "additional imaging"  I have never had any test of any kind come back any way but completely normal so this letter made me curious but not too nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best Mother's day ever, both of my wonderful sons, my amazing husband and beautiful daughter (in-law but you know I hate that word) all treated me like a truly loved and cherished queen.  I am so blessed, I was also so happy to have a wonderful day because I now feel I am completely released from the heartache Mother's day has brought me from the loss of my mother.  I am a true testimony that God restores your joy.  I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I got the news that rattled me more that I can say, Thursday, I will have an ultrasound to explore questionable tissue on my right side.  I can't feel a thing! What's up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am encouraged because I believe that my doctor would not have waited to send me a letter if there were true concerns, I believe I would have received an urgent call.  I am also encouraged by my sister Penny who was of course one of the first people I called to cry on her shoulder and she told me she had the exact same issue. She really helped me get through my shakiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is wrong to think this way, but I remember the Christmas just after my Mother In Law Trudy was diagnosed with lung cancer.  She was not feeling too well and we all sat around wondering if it was our last Christmas as a full family and sure enough it was. I also remember a church friend who stood in front of me telling me of her breast cancer diagnosis, she looked fine, normal and yet within a year we were grieving for the loss of both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just have my best and last Mother's day? The thought is simply inconceivable.  I am so far from done with this life, I need to get my Eric grown and I have to become a Grahamcracker! not to mention the tons of other stuff to do on my bucket list.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet it takes something like this to remind me that our lives can be over in an instant, you never know the hour you will leave this earth, weather it be sickness, or accident the truth is to make sure your eternity is secure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not yet finished according to my terms, this recent diagnosis is just another thing I will encounter  with my "It is what it is" kind of attitude, because I have faith of a child, unwavering and ironclad in can endure all things with him who strengthens me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My hope is built on nothing less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than Jesus' blood and righteousness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid rock I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance, please send your loving thoughts and prayers my way. I would really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troysie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1296165803479268867?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1296165803479268867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1296165803479268867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1296165803479268867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1296165803479268867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/rattled-but-not-rocked.html' title='Rattled but not Rocked!'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5721206350893159637</id><published>2009-05-07T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:40:12.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady- Milk Box Surprise</title><content type='html'>Take a guess What do you think I found in the Milk box today when I cleaned it out?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Car Shaped Eraser&lt;br /&gt;2. Precious Moments baby spoon&lt;br /&gt;3. Green lid to a Glue Stick&lt;br /&gt;4. 2" long pink pencil&lt;br /&gt;5. Head of a Happy Meal Doll&lt;br /&gt;6. Barbie Shoe&lt;br /&gt;7. Butterfly hair clip&lt;br /&gt;8. Sun glass lens&lt;br /&gt;9. M&amp;M's&lt;br /&gt;10.Giant Paper Clip&lt;br /&gt;AND THE ANSWER IS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually all of the above have been found during my kitchen lady career, but today I found the green cap to a glue stick. I should start a collection&lt;br /&gt; Go figure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5721206350893159637?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5721206350893159637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5721206350893159637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5721206350893159637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5721206350893159637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/memoirs-of-kitchen-lady-milk-box.html' title='Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady- Milk Box Surprise'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5393910968004012689</id><published>2009-05-05T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:09:12.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Tuesday- Gods small voice</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful that God loves me and shows me. God is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              No Right Turn on Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is an intersection near our home that has a "no right turn on red" sign on it.  It is just an ordinary intersection with no blind spots or anything to make it obvious why you can't turn right without the green light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are so used to following the rules of the road, driving becomes something we can do effortlessly while thinking of ten million other things at the same time.  In this intersection, the sign is often ignored and therefore I have seen many people pulled over just south of the sign getting tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I have almost disobeyed this sign, I am driving, busy, have somewhere to go but for some reason whenever I reach this signal God reminds me in his small voice "Don't turn right against the red" sometimes the voice will even startle me, I will break, remember the sign and say "Thank you Lord, I really needed that reminder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Steve and I were in the car waiting to turn and Steve said "I have no idea why you can't turn here, it must be a trap" The man behind me was glaring at me like he was saying "Turn already" he wasn't honking, just glaring. Steve even said I should go but I said no, I will obey the sign and I will wait.  Sure enough, as the light turned green and we turned a police car drove through the intersection, he was right next to us the whole time.  Steve and I laughed and I thanked God for making me again aware of the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My walk with God can become effortless and I can become too busy to remember to honor and obey him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I am so grateful to you, thank you for loving me and showing me even in the small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your Troysie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5393910968004012689?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5393910968004012689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5393910968004012689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5393910968004012689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5393910968004012689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/thankful-tuesday-gods-small-voice.html' title='Thankful Tuesday- Gods small voice'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-8680033585342206472</id><published>2009-04-29T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:21:26.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squish The Girls</title><content type='html'>I know I am 47 years old and this should have been done sooner but it is just one of those things I have just not done for one reason or another. Yesterday I had my first Mammogram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard all about the procedure in detail from my girlfriends so I went in with an open mind, but of course the tech could read the fear all over my face. Oh well I have never been one to "Be Strong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it was a no biggie and not much worse than any other x rays I have had, I would rather have a mammogram than go to the dentist and now that I said that I could easily pick 10 other things I rather have a mammogram than do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home my Stevie greeted me with a giant hug and tears in his eyes, Troy, are you getting old? You are having so many tests and it is making me worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, better safe than sorry, wouldn't you rather have a test done as routine over waiting until you were worried about something?  He agreed and felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends, if you are afraid of mammograms, take it from me... Go for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-8680033585342206472?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8680033585342206472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=8680033585342206472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8680033585342206472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/8680033585342206472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/squish-girls.html' title='Squish The Girls'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3407067490630811014</id><published>2009-04-27T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:11:30.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady- Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I am not a germ a phobic, I really am not, but this flu scare along with the fact that a ton of our schools kids are from Mexico and tell me all the time about their trips to Mexico AND the fact that we kitchen ladies are face to face with just about every kid in the entire school makes me want to find a cute Hello Kitty or Barbie pink face mask to serve the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment of the day:  "I saw you yesterday, but you didn't have that thing on your hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, shocking as it may seem I do not always wear my hairnet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3407067490630811014?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3407067490630811014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3407067490630811014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3407067490630811014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3407067490630811014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/memoirs-of-kitchen-lady-swine-flu.html' title='Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady- Swine Flu'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-2976982886922174305</id><published>2009-04-22T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:29:01.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with my teen</title><content type='html'>I was watching a show called "I didn't know I was pregnant" and Eric decided to join me... The show was discussing that the woman being profiled probably became pregnant because she was taking antibiotics which made her birth control pills ineffective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric- Mom, Do you take Birth Control Pills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy- (almost hysterically laughing with shock at the question) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric- Oh Yeah, you had your tubes tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy- No, Dad had his tubes tied right after you were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric- Pure silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting, Ting, Ting... That is the sound of a pin dropping the boy was so silent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to prove, no subject is taboo unless it has to do with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Jewels"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-2976982886922174305?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2976982886922174305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=2976982886922174305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2976982886922174305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2976982886922174305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversation-with-my-teen.html' title='Conversation with my teen'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7360735408000661276</id><published>2009-04-21T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:30:35.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Thankful Tuesday Last Week's Edition</title><content type='html'>I am totally thankful for last week, today and tomorrow too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,Troysie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tangerines- On sale and very yummy and juicy, not dried out. There is nothing worse than paying a lot of money for nasty fruit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our Swimming pool- 11 years ago when we bought our 15 foot above ground pool it was the perfect size for our little family, now the pool is too small, but it is still good, matched with a trampoline and we have the best cannon ball pool in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Steve our go to guy- Our dear friend is always there for us. The Needles family is the best! Congratulations Stephanie on your Engagement!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My gift wheels (Troyism)- I love turning on the wheels in my mind to buy cool, thoughtful gifts for the ones I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. BUNCO- Bunco with my regular group Wednesday and Couples Bunco Saturday.  Steve won a pot so the sore loser was in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ham- Dinner on Easter turned to beans on Monday, and chili with cornbread another day and refried on another day. Yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bible Study- I have learned a lot about forgiveness from this study of the story of Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Eric- He is showing what he is made of and making good choices. You rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Trini- My dear friend and mega prayer warrior. She listens to Gods prayer instructions and calls just when she needs to. Thanks for the added prayer for baby Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thrifty's Ice Cream- Rite Aid for those not of the old school like me. Chocolate Malted Crunch is the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7360735408000661276?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7360735408000661276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7360735408000661276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7360735408000661276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7360735408000661276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/totally-thankful-tuesday-last-weeks.html' title='Totally Thankful Tuesday Last Week&apos;s Edition'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-2222223826636021986</id><published>2009-04-20T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:18:07.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colors</title><content type='html'>When you become a parent, you have such hopes and dreams for your child.  I have always shown my sons right from wrong and taught them to respect others, tell the truth, and do what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a house with tons of rules. Like my mother, communication has always been the key to my parenting, I feel my kids can discuss any subject with me and I believe they know that can come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a proud day when your parenting pays off and you see your child making excellent choices, being respectful and good in spite of this world and the difficult teen years ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric, You honor daddy and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-2222223826636021986?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2222223826636021986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=2222223826636021986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2222223826636021986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/2222223826636021986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-colors.html' title='True Colors'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3815572059950818256</id><published>2009-04-19T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:28:29.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Your MOM!</title><content type='html'>Friday night Eric and I went to the local High School to see their annual dance recital, normally, this is a wonderful experience, I get lost in the music and I am always captivated by the movements of the kids and the gliding fabrics of their costumes visually it is stunning and Dance is something that I just plain dig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know I am at a High School and I know (although I don't understand) that to high schoolers the signs everywhere saying no flash photography, no videos and please turn off cellphones do not apply to them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how people sometimes say "My mother would roll over in her grave" (now that I just wrote that I wonder about the origin of that saying) Well I am not dead but that night I almost rolled over in my grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young girl behind me had her cellphone on with its bright blue light shining over my shoulder I looked back and said "Honey, no taping allowed" She said "Oh" but a couple minutes later she started again, there was just no stopping her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Your MOM?" I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, she is the one next to you who just took her SECOND!!! cellphone call during the performance... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3815572059950818256?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3815572059950818256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3815572059950818256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3815572059950818256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3815572059950818256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/wheres-your-mom.html' title='Where&apos;s Your MOM!'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-5638501682298858428</id><published>2009-04-16T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:06:05.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Crayl at Beyond black and white tagged me in a meme but I don't know what a meme is, I think it is about Me Me Me (but then it would be a mememe) oh well... Here are my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Tomorrow night Eric and I will be going to the dance recital at the local High School.  They have an amazing dance program and put on a great and always sold out show. I always cry with pride at how wonderful the girls (and boys) do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Tonight's bible study, I have learned so much about forgiveness and myself during this study of the story of Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Weddings, Weddings, Weddings.  We have three coming up (so far) this year. Three amazing young couples who will be starting their God Blessed lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eric graduating from middle school. I know we will be starting all over in High School, but Eric has grown so much in the past three years and I am so proud of my wonderful young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Every month's Bunco, I am a part of the best group and look forward to Bunco every month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The next time I will be able to see my gal pals in San Diego don't know when it will be but I miss them and want to see the babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The day I am asked to speak at a women's ministry function. I know God is moving me in this direction Yippee Skippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The day I become a Gramcracker!!!(my word for grandma)  Hopefully not too soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy one so this is easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mapped out my busy day which was a great idea and led to a wonderful stress free evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Put the meat in the crock pot and later made some really good BBQ beef for the Bunco Gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to make Bunco special when it is at my house to say thanks to the 12 gals for cramming into my tiny house so I made all the girls a flower pen, you know where you take a flower and attach it to a pen using floral tape.  It gave me a little carpal tunnel cramp but worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Worked, gotta fit that in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Made my Mom's famous green salad for the first time and although it wasn't exactly like Mom's it was still great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Arranged a special surprise for the girls and had our pal Dusty who moved to Idaho call and catch up with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I actually hit TWO Buncos!!! in our group that means I got two gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Smiled as I thought of my blessings and the wonderful friends I have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I wish I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is my #1 thing I wish I could do and everyone should know it by now cause I talk about it all the time.  SING!!!! I wish I had a voice of an angel and could sing sing sing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not me necessarily, but my doctors, I wish we could figure out why I am anemic or better yet, God can just heal me and get it all over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. See my sister any time I want and go to craft faires like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Find really good forever jobs with benefits for the people we know that are out of work. Steve and I were thinking about it and we know at least 8 people that are out of work. I think that number is shocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Open the learning doors for Eric and free him from learning disabilities so he could be one of those kids who can just get great grades without struggling for every crumb of education. But I know it is Gods plan for him so I don't worry about it this is just a wish list right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I could afford to do all the things to my home I dream, I don't really want a new house but I would love to gut it and redo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Take a Hawaiian cruise with my entire family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Find the perfect shade of long wearing lipstick. I am always trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Shows I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;2. CSI&lt;br /&gt;3. Fringe&lt;br /&gt;4. Secret life of American Teen&lt;br /&gt;5. Deliver Me&lt;br /&gt;6. House Hunters&lt;br /&gt;7. Dog Whisperer&lt;br /&gt;8. My guilty pleasure (no kids allowed) Rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of my friends who read have a blog but here is whom I tag and you can send your responses to my email MomOfDudes@sbcglobal.net Hee Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leighann&lt;br /&gt;Susan Needles&lt;br /&gt;Lucy&lt;br /&gt;My New friend Pat Bobbies sister&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;Debbie from Bunco&lt;br /&gt;Sterling&lt;br /&gt;Ashley in Germany&lt;br /&gt;Karen Burr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-5638501682298858428?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5638501682298858428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=5638501682298858428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5638501682298858428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/5638501682298858428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged!!!'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1327689115423427960</id><published>2009-04-15T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:20:58.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady- The Cafeteria Rules are Finite</title><content type='html'>"He's Cutting!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a four year old learn that cutting in line is wrong? &lt;br /&gt; That question has perplexed me for years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But learn fast they do, and I am sorry if you forgot your milk, you have lost your place in line... How does a four year old learn that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, did Dora the Explorer ever explore a school cafeteria? maybe that's where they get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things I see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1327689115423427960?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1327689115423427960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1327689115423427960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1327689115423427960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1327689115423427960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/memoirs-of-kitchen-lady-cafeteria-rules.html' title='Memoirs of a Kitchen Lady- The Cafeteria Rules are Finite'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-3953594003407715001</id><published>2009-04-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:43:40.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click, Click, Click</title><content type='html'>I decided to pay one of my bills online today.&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;Sign in&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;Enter Id and Password&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;Wrong Id and Password try again&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;Wrong again, I am sure that is the right one, maybe it is case sensitive so I try again&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;Still wrong so I check the lost my Id box&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;What is the name of your first pet? I know that! &lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;What is your home town? I know that!&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;Your Id is ******* Oh, just what I thought but I put a 1 at the end. Spare me.&lt;br /&gt;Entered Id and password again&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;OK the Id is now right so it must be the password, but I know my password maybe it is case sensitive too&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;Checked the "forgot my password"box&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;What is your Id? OK that I know&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;I get the password and it is just as I thought with a 1 at the end. Ugh&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;Sign In&lt;br /&gt;Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click and the bill is paid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online bill pay, So much easier than using a stamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-3953594003407715001?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3953594003407715001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=3953594003407715001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3953594003407715001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/3953594003407715001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/click-click-click.html' title='Click, Click, Click'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-7552589683029111226</id><published>2009-04-11T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:32:08.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Funny</title><content type='html'>Last Night Steve and I were driving through McDonalds and after the girl gave us our food I said "Happy Easter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Here's your Napkins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is risen indeed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-7552589683029111226?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7552589683029111226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=7552589683029111226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7552589683029111226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/7552589683029111226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-funny.html' title='Easter Funny'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-4659984234378731028</id><published>2009-04-11T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:26:38.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hundred Yellow Ribbons</title><content type='html'>For awhile now I have driven by a home that was decorated in red white and blue with yellow ribbons on the chain link fence.  Obviously this family has a child in the military.  I have driven by this house daily and honestly not given their child much thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Eric and I were driving to a party and were amazingly blessed, we noticed about 30 people standing in the front yard of the house and the faded decorations were all replaced by shining yellow ribbons and red, white, and blue everywhere, just as we were passing the house a car turned in front of us and arrived in front of the house, kids were running in front of the car "He is here, He is here" and the car pulled up with American flags waving like it was the Presidents car and as I passed I caught a glimpse of the young Marine's arrival. I couldn't help but cry with happiness for this family and give a prayer of thanksgiving for the soldier's safe return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think of all the trials going on around me, financial, health, work etc... and all I can do is be grateful, grateful that I serve a risen savior who sacrificed for me, Troy Miller. I hope you know him because his sacrifice was for you as well... He is risen... HE IS RISEN INDEED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Not About the Bunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-4659984234378731028?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4659984234378731028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=4659984234378731028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4659984234378731028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/4659984234378731028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/hundred-yellow-ribbons.html' title='A Hundred Yellow Ribbons'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819995711445824302.post-1650212966847262339</id><published>2009-04-11T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:10:22.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recouping</title><content type='html'>If you ever are going to have an upper or lower GI test and want to know the TMI version I will be happy to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This test physically drained me and today two days later I am finally beginning to feel a bit more energetic, I started to take my iron again so I am hoping I will be back on my feet again by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the prayers and hopefully we can get down to the reason for this anemia soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings, &lt;br /&gt;Troysie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819995711445824302-1650212966847262339?l=momofdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1650212966847262339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819995711445824302&amp;postID=1650212966847262339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1650212966847262339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819995711445824302/posts/default/1650212966847262339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/recouping.html' title='Recouping'/><author><name>MomOfDudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160678533067238050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hQ48H9s5Eg/TCKQNDMXezI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJDddvj26f8/S220/imagesCAE1CIT0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
