<?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-8266581</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:33:06.702-08:00</updated><category term='movies'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='hosting'/><category term='nature'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='ozzfest'/><category term='fire academy'/><category term='superbowl'/><category term='Disclaimer'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='doll maker'/><category term='dress up games'/><category term='gwen stefanie'/><category term='blogger template'/><category term='football'/><category term='general hospital'/><category term='dollmaker'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='laptop'/><category term='friends'/><category term='radio'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='thursday 13'/><category term='days of our lives'/><category term='rehab'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='zune'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='appointments'/><category term='family recipes'/><category term='music'/><category term='paid blogging'/><category term='target deals'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='wordpress'/><category term='snack foods'/><category term='black friday'/><category term='games for girls'/><category term='soap operas'/><category term='target coupon'/><category term='fashion games'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='supahstar saturday'/><category term='ecards'/><category term='momchats'/><category term='no sleep'/><category term='weekly recipe list'/><category term='snow'/><title type='text'>Busy Momma</title><subtitle type='html'>Cause it's all about ME!  Telling it my way and not caring if you agree.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4418025009681727587</id><published>2007-10-09T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:07:56.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>funky funk over?</title><content type='html'>It's on it's way out finally.  I've been in a funk for a while now.  Quite a while.  But I am on the way out of it.  I've noticed that everything is cyclic.  Is that even the right spelling?  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cycles are getting quicker than they used to.  I am beginning to think it because I'm not actually dealing with the other issues, just letting them go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally to the point of taking control of life instead of just dealing with it as it happens.  Ahhhh, this is such a better place to be in.  I really dislike dealing with it as it happens.  I'm still wondering about going to a therapist, but it doesn't seem like such a necessity at the moment.  Cause I really don't have time to research  for a good one and then have an appointment.  Goodness, there are days I can barely get my workout in and I work at the freakin' gym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4418025009681727587?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4418025009681727587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4418025009681727587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4418025009681727587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4418025009681727587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/funky-funk-over.html' title='funky funk over?'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-5730308671338732937</id><published>2007-09-24T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:16:06.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paid blogging'/><title type='text'>google dance</title><content type='html'>Is google ever going to get done with their dancing?  Now don't get me wrong, I really do love google.  It is the only search I use.  But this stupid PR is the worst thing ever thought up.  Not only that, but they rethink every so often how to make it more stupid.  But this latest transition has been going on over 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see the little green line go up on my sites.  Even though I know it really has nothing to do with my sales and traffic, it's just cool.  lol  But I do need it to go up so I can get some more of my blogs on some paid sites.  I don't want to just rely on this site for paid blogging.  I want to jump in with both feet and get soaking wet this month.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consensus is it finally quit updating because it was so out of date.  That is cool, I can totally live with that.  But we need to get some of the other sites updated with that decision.  lol  I have sites with major traffic that are still not pulling in numbers for paid blogging because of PR.  The big dummies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-5730308671338732937?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5730308671338732937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=5730308671338732937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5730308671338732937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5730308671338732937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/09/google-dance.html' title='google dance'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-6420713364997008948</id><published>2007-09-22T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:51:15.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid blogging</title><content type='html'>I know you have seen the disclaimer on here and then of course some of the links.  Not all of them as some of them are just me sending you to my favorite places I know and love.  lol  But I did join &lt;a href="http://payperpost.com/bloggers/get-paid-to-blog.html"&gt;Pay Per Post&lt;/a&gt; a few months ago and I've been very happy with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been taking opps here and there but it has been enough to pay for my websites and some monthly programs I belong too.  That is all I was hoping for.  Now it is time to start taking a few more opps and cover some more fun expenses.  Like trips to the movies and family dinner nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I don't have to take any blogging opportunities that don't fit into my blog.  I'm not ready to sell myself out just to get a couple of bucks.  But I do appreciate finding new sites to visit and then reviewing them for all of you to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites are the movies.  There have been movie opps that have come out and I haven't even heard of the movie yet in previews.  It never fails that I start seeing the trailers about a week after it becomes available through &lt;a href="http://payperpost.com/bloggers/get-paid-to-blog.html"&gt;Pay Per Post&lt;/a&gt;.  I love being able to check out the movie sites before anyone else even knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging about stuff I like is of course an addiction.  But making extra money while I blog about it is now an obsession.  You to can &lt;a href="http://payperpost.com/bloggers/get-paid-to-blog.html"&gt;get paid to blog&lt;/a&gt; about whatever you want.  Just pick what fits your life and post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2cjb99" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/25ho73" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-6420713364997008948?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6420713364997008948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=6420713364997008948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6420713364997008948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6420713364997008948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/09/paid-blogging.html' title='Paid blogging'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-6859919064014499214</id><published>2007-09-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:02:58.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Football yipee!</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad football is back on.  I can sit here and do webwork and still be watching the game.  I don't actually have to watch it since I've been watching it since I was little.  I can listen and look up when a really good play happens.  lol  Plus we have tivo so if I missed something we just rewind.  What in the world did we do before Tivo?  I can't even remember those dark ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are in the end of the third quarter and the second washington team is sucking butt.  lol  We quit watching the WSU game because it was so bad and the UW game finally started.  But now UCLA just did a killer interception and the game will totally be over.  I actually think I hear hubby brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed.  He's the one that likes to watch college ball, not me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is the case then I have a bunch of movies to catch up on tonight while I update blogs.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-6859919064014499214?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6859919064014499214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=6859919064014499214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6859919064014499214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6859919064014499214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/09/football-yipee.html' title='Football yipee!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7709977394605695057</id><published>2007-09-15T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T02:22:33.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Plan ahead for Xmas</title><content type='html'>...without leaving the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people cringe when they hear the words &lt;a href="http://www.black-friday.net/"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/a&gt;.  But me, I laugh in the face of no sleep and long lines.  Ok, I'm only laughing from sleep deprivation and a caffeine high.  But that is beside the point.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love &lt;a href="http://www.black-friday.net/"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/a&gt; but I have no way to get to all the stores at once and get the best deals.  I also don't like leaving our hill anymore and that means I don't get to all the stores I used to.  :(  Let alone the fact that all of the stores you can find at &lt;a href="http://www.black-friday.net/"&gt;bfads&lt;/a&gt; are not all in my area anymore.  I miss that.  All of the companies that I have seen so far are the one's that I used to hit regularly when the kids were young and we were closer to the big mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that have never participated in &lt;a href="http://www.black-friday.net/"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/a&gt; you will be getting in much better by joining the newsletter.  Normally you have to sit on Thanksgiving Day and go through the big ads for the next morning.  Stores open anywhere from 5-7am and have door buster sales to get you there early.  Now is the hard part.  Many of them have MUST HAVE items in very limited quantities per store.  There is no way to hit all the stores at opening to get the best deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.black-friday.net/"&gt;bfads&lt;/a&gt; and find the ads as soon as they are released to the printers.  Then choose what you are looking for and shop ONLINE!  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  Wow, I will be sitting at home with my laptop this Black Friday and having the time of my life shopping.  I encourage you to sign up for updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7709977394605695057?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7709977394605695057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7709977394605695057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7709977394605695057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7709977394605695057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/09/plan-ahead-for-xmas.html' title='Plan ahead for Xmas'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-1749552875426120726</id><published>2007-09-15T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:59:30.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night of puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;sniff, sniff&gt;  My Aunt is home tomorrow afternoon and my time with the girls will be up for a little while.  We've had them for about 4 weeks and I don't know what I'm gonna do without them.  The first couple of weeks was a big adjustment, but now it's like having 2 more kids.  lol  Except these kids will nap with me whenever I want.  LMBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, the problem is hubby is gone a lot lately and I only have them with me in the evening to watch tv with.  Cuddle on the couch.  I haven't had something so excited to see me when I get home than when the kids were super young.  These dogs are constant puppies even at a little over 1 and I'm gonna miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she's not going to be out of town for a while now and that makes me sad.  I told her we could have joint custody of the dogs, but now I'm sorry I did.  :(  If she's not going to travel as much, then I'm going to have to get a couple of little dogs.  I'm just going to miss having them too much not to get my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-1749552875426120726?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1749552875426120726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=1749552875426120726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1749552875426120726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1749552875426120726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-night-of-puppies.html' title='Last night of puppies'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8041219224719966545</id><published>2007-09-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:49:45.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movies to choose from</title><content type='html'>I have too many choices for movies and tv shows tonight.  lol  It's hard to decide on the quick show, finish Black Snake Moan, or start Delta Farce or Georgia Rule.  I'm half way through BSM I think, so I will finish that one first.  I'll report back on how it finishes.  I hadn't heard anything about it before watching a preview on another movie in the last week.  After the preview I knew I had to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence Fishbourne plays a man that lives in the rural south.  One day he goes out to find a young white woman beaten (thought to be dead) on his road.  He learns through others that she is a druggy sex addict and he deems it his responsibility to save her from herself.  There have been a lot of funny parts for how serious the movie is.  Also, there are many other little stories going on as well.  But it's easy to keep up with.  I'll try to get back with a review of the whole movie soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8041219224719966545?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8041219224719966545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8041219224719966545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8041219224719966545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8041219224719966545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/09/movies-to-choose-from.html' title='Movies to choose from'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4666813518205458514</id><published>2007-09-09T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:39:07.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Weight loss help</title><content type='html'>I'm a personal trainer by day, not sure if you've read that anywhere on here or not.  lol  Being such I have come across many clients that have had weight loss surgery and none of them have kept it off.  Obviously because they didn't get the help, they merely had surgery and were let off on their own.  That is just not an option.  You have to change your habits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;a href="http://www.journeylite.com"&gt;obesity surgery&lt;/a&gt; is a life saving necessity.  In those cases you still need counseling.  &lt;a href="http://www.journeylite.com"&gt;Journey Lite&lt;/a&gt; has all of that and more.  You can go to their home page and find a seminar near you to see if this is even a good option for you.  They have forums, recipes, support groups and a lot of education.  Education is key to your success and &lt;a href="http://www.journeylite.com"&gt;Journey Lite&lt;/a&gt; is dedicated to you succeeding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2xza2e" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2hgxnk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/298w5c"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4666813518205458514?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4666813518205458514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4666813518205458514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4666813518205458514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4666813518205458514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/09/weight-loss-help.html' title='Weight loss help'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2953857175964478140</id><published>2007-09-09T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:28:38.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>Well I'm just checking in to see if anyone needs a fast forward to where it's really happening.  I'm keeping this open for some specific reasons.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's happening around here?  Well school started and that was crazy to get used to last week.  I'm back to work almost full swing.  Ok, I didn't make it 30 hours, but I intended to.  lmao  Get off my back!  I have more appointments set up for this week, so I'll get back in a groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm PMSing so bad I'm looking for a good bar fight.  Anyone wanna head down to the bar with me for some tequila shots?  It's Sunday night so you know the chicks down there deserve a good beatin'!!!  Sigh, no one ever wants to go start trouble with me.  Guess that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I need to hit the zillion other blogs I have going as well.  I just wanted to send a quick update and HOLA Bitchola's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2953857175964478140?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2953857175964478140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2953857175964478140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2953857175964478140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2953857175964478140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-675493004837764287</id><published>2007-07-11T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:04:25.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice me gone?</title><content type='html'>So did you notice that I'm not at this address much?  Miss me yet?  I have put the blog back on wordpress, but have to keep this one open in case of an emergency again.  lol  So you can hit me on either blog for some updates.  But if you want to get more of the dish, then hit my domain at www.busymomma.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been super hot.  We aren't used to 90's here in Seattle.  Especially this early in the Summer!  I love it, but it's quite miserable in the afternoon/evening.  It's midnight right now and the house is finally starting to cool off.  All the doors and windows are open and fans are going everywhere.  I'm getting dog tired, but I can't stand to close up the house yet.  It's going to get so dang hot when I do.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to cool down after today.  Hoping we actually get the storms that are predicted.  Although not any rain.  We are going to have a yard sale this weekend, so no rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-675493004837764287?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/675493004837764287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=675493004837764287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/675493004837764287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/675493004837764287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/07/notice-me-gone.html' title='Notice me gone?'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2122982073681628090</id><published>2007-06-02T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:26:58.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><title type='text'>Laptoppy</title><content type='html'>Guess what I am typing from at this moment?  Are you really that freakin' stupid, read the title.  lmao  Yep, the laptop is here.  It shipped a day early and then took only another day to get here.  Holy crap DHL rocks.  I need to figure out how to ship stuff through them for Christmas, cause they can't be matched for service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in heaven.  Hubby won't bug me about it for a few days.  lol  But this is what he wanted.  Now instead of being behind him on the PC, I can sit by him at the coffee table to work.  :)  I can't wait to get so much done while I'm at work.  Course I have to get everything loaded to this one first.  lol  I'm hoping that won't take too long.  Now if I can get a wireless network while I'm at work, I'll be in heaven!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm gonna hit a wifi cafe just cause I can.  lol  What a dork I am huh?  Oh wait, did you ever read that I live in the Seattle area?  See it's not my fault I'm a computer dork, we come by it naturally cause of the lack of sun.  roflmao  Lot's of internet cafe's here.  Just to find one that has good coffee and good sandwiches.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taking me forever to get used to the new keyboard and mouse.  I really dislike the mousepad on the laptop.  I hover my wrist over it so much that it throws my windows off.  lol  Floats back and forth between the tabs.  I'm sure I'll get used to it.  I do have a wireless mouse, but then I have to sit forward at the table instead of having it on my lap.  I'm in spoiled mode right now, not sit and be uncomfy mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story about the mouse.  I hate reading directions.  I do for big things, but not for stupid stuff like a mouse.  I ripped open the plastic for it with my crappy scissors, worried I was going to cut myself open on the plastic.  Why is that crap so dang hard to get into?  Then pull out the usb link and plug it in, easy cheesy, grab the mouse pad and try to use it.  Nothing, waiting, nothing, mother fucker.  What is wrong with it.  Should be plug and go.  :(  Well then after a few glasses of wine it doesn't matter to me if I break the damn thing and I start pushing this button on the end.  Yes I know some of you are laughing hysterically and probably peeing your pants.  DUH, needs a damn battery?  WHAT?  lol  Oh, guess reading the directions would be good for the little stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2122982073681628090?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2122982073681628090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2122982073681628090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2122982073681628090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2122982073681628090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/06/laptoppy.html' title='Laptoppy'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2710591718272338681</id><published>2007-05-25T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:33:56.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hosting'/><title type='text'>hosting update</title><content type='html'>Well whatever was wrong with the hosting is fixed now.  THANK YOU internet Gods!  I am switching some of the things over to another host and condensing stuff so I don't have so many log ins anymore.  lol  But the best news of all is it got me to go research how to get new blogger posts over to WP.  It wasn't that hard actually.  But now PPP won't let me change back to my original domain until my blog gets a PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck cares about PR?  NO ONE that's who!  It has nothing to do with anything.  But I guess they have to have some kind of standard to go by.  Whatever, it will rank eventually.  The really crappy thing is that google just went through and did their page ranks and the URL was a mess at the time.  So it is unranked right now.  Damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2710591718272338681?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2710591718272338681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2710591718272338681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2710591718272338681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2710591718272338681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/05/hosting-update.html' title='hosting update'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-1730389444672717536</id><published>2007-05-19T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:53:29.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><title type='text'>How Aquarius are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 73% Aquarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howaquariusareyouquiz/aquarius.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howaquariusareyouquiz/"&gt;How Aquarius Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I should hope that is 73%.  Since I am an aquarius.  lol  Couldn't help taking the quiz to find out.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-1730389444672717536?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1730389444672717536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=1730389444672717536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1730389444672717536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1730389444672717536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-aquarius-are-you.html' title='How Aquarius are you?'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8092410991469011050</id><published>2007-05-15T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:33:08.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hosting'/><title type='text'>hosting-arghhhh</title><content type='html'>Well here I go again.  Is this not why I've kept blogger for my two main blog accounts?  Why yes it is.  I deleted my previous busymomma blog all on my own.  lol  Totally to blame for it.  But right now, I have no idea what is going on with my hosting company.  Not only do I not know what is going on, but I have no way to get ahold of them because their site is down as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my sites are still up, so that is a good thing.  But alas, I have 3 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; blogs that are down and the databases are not showing in my hosting account.  None of the scripts are up, so the chat room is down on momchats.  My scrapbook shop, has no shop and has no gallery.  Again, all of the databases are gone too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on them yesterday deleting spam around 3pm PST and my friend IMed me at 11pm that they were offline.  She has some hosting with the company as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed at myself for not backing shit up.  Again, my stupidity, but I don't know how much room I have on this computer.  lmao  If I lose my wellness blog I am going to completely freak out.  I mean wig.  I have a ton of posts on there and it had just gotten ranked on google.  I know, I know, that doesn't matter, but it does damn it!  So now we are getting close to what is probably 24 hours of them being down and I just don't even know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a new hosting account for most of it.  One site will stay on there because I'm going to sell it and it's just easier to keep it seperate like it is.  But I've found some great places to host that come highly recommended, tons of room and most importantly...phone numbers to get info from when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to spread out my hosting options a little bit more.  I won't have all my important blogs on the same hosting company again.  ARGHHH, this is so damn frustrating when I had nothing to do with it.  Please, please, please just be a server upgrade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8092410991469011050?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8092410991469011050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8092410991469011050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8092410991469011050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8092410991469011050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/05/hosting-arghhhh.html' title='hosting-arghhhh'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-1356325916530246458</id><published>2007-05-13T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T17:57:38.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Scary movies- bug</title><content type='html'>I love edge of your seat type movies.  The one's that scare the crap out of you, but don't have to do it with a ton of gore.  I used to do the gory movies, but I guess I got too old.  lol  This new &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/292cs7"&gt;bug movie&lt;/a&gt; looks to be awesome.  This poster caught my attention first.  &lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/27cu36" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance it hit me that it was Ashley Judd.  I can't miss a movie with Ashley Judd in it.  She's the ultimate!  Then you read the stars across the top and not only is she in it, but Harry Connick Jr.!  Yee-freakin-haw!  Love to look at him on the screen.  lol  So of course the poster got my immediate attention and I had to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.lionsgate.com/bug"&gt;bug movie&lt;/a&gt; site and see more.  The director also did The Exorcist, so you know they are going to creep us out.  I just hope they don't jump out at me a lot.  It drives me crazy to be jumping in my seat all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the &lt;a href="http://www.lionsgate.com/bug"&gt;bug movie&lt;/a&gt; website I watched the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Slg59ufLKXk"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; and now I really can't wait to go see it on the 25th.  There is just something about bad things happening in everday lives that is creepy in a movie.  Although bugs under the skin are going to definitely require some hands over the eyes at the theater.  lol  That's so disgusting.  &lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/34c3x6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the big decision is going to be, will hubby go to watch it with me or do I need to call a friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-1356325916530246458?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1356325916530246458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=1356325916530246458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1356325916530246458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1356325916530246458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/05/scary-movies-bug.html' title='Scary movies- bug'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7485685358899570683</id><published>2007-05-13T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T17:01:50.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Ahh, Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all the rest of you motha's out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a day of nothing.  WOOHOO  Got up late, ran out for coffee's while my daughter was making us all breakfast.  French toast, scrambled eggs and fresh fruit.  Boy, she's amazing.  :)  Then opened presents.  Big card from son with flowers in it that have different coupons written on them.  I already used the free car wash.  lol  I even got a detailing out of the deal!  Daughter made me a beautiful cutting board in woodshop.  I've got to get a pic of it, cause the different woods she used are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vowed that from now on there will be no more store bought mother and father's day gifts.  I don't want them to get to my age and feel that they need to buy me stuff.  I just want a nice meal with the four of us.  No presents are even necessary in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a grilled salmon dinner tonight.  I've caught up on survivor and Lost already.  I took a nap, with no guilt I might add.  Tonight is season finale of survivor and early bed.  Restful day and much needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7485685358899570683?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7485685358899570683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7485685358899570683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7485685358899570683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7485685358899570683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahh-mothers-day.html' title='Ahh, Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-5139965948534251156</id><published>2007-04-19T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T01:17:10.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehab'/><title type='text'>Detox with a Life Change</title><content type='html'>As some of you regulars should know, I am a personal fitness trainer by day.  I put in many hours a week, EVERY day, yes 7 days a week, with my clients working on getting them to change their lifestyle.  I only have the control of an hour to do this in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found the link to &lt;a href="http://www.narcononstonehawk.com/drug-detox.php"&gt;Stonehawk&lt;/a&gt; I was beyond impressed.  A rehab center that is geared around getting the toxins out of the body naturally and that wanted to use fitness and diet in that process?  WOW, sign me up to teach classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a long line of people that have killed themselves with drugs and alcohol.  I also have quite a line of those that are killing themselves with food.  I put them in a similiar catagory, though not as easily tragic as the drugs and alcohol of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in need of &lt;a href="http://www.narcononstonehawk.com/drug-detox.php"&gt;drug detox&lt;/a&gt; please call and check out this natural approach. Yes, I am from Washington state, but I don't hug trees. Neither do I expect others to hug trees.  lol  But a natural approach to change will be much better on your system.  Mix the mental with the physical.  If you are in need of clicking the link, you understand how much you need both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to check out Stone Hawk&lt;a href="http://www.narcononstonehawk.com/drug-detox.php"&gt;drug detox&lt;/a&gt; center.  Please call 1-888-227-9193, download an info pack, or just start by reading some of the articles on the site.  Whatever you feel comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in a transition period, please do email me to chat.  littlescrapbookshop@gmail.com.  Put "I'm a blogger" in the subject line so I don't delete it.  ;)  I'm not certified to help you with these hard issues, but I am here to listen while you make your major decision towards help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how beautiful this place is?  It looks straight out of 28 days.  Anyone else in love with Viggo Mortensen?  Well if he can break it, so can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, if you feel that this is something that you may need, then please do  contact them.  They have many ways to get ahold of them with the toll-free 1-888-227-9193, the contact form on the site or the downloadable info.  Please do give them a chat if you think you "may" have a problem.  It's much better safe than sorry baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-5139965948534251156?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5139965948534251156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=5139965948534251156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5139965948534251156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5139965948534251156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/04/detox-with-life-change.html' title='Detox with a Life Change'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8891076901254791977</id><published>2007-04-19T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:27:50.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disclaimer'/><title type='text'>Disclaimer Statement</title><content type='html'>This blog is entirely my opinions and nothing but my opinions.  Occasionally, I do get paid for some of these opinions and I'd like to let you know that ahead of time.  Not all of the links go to something I am paid for, as I am a visual person and love to send you picture links when I'm talking about stuff.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, payment does not influence my opinion of any linked item.  :)  I do try to stay away from products I don't want to endorse as I don't like to add any more negativity to my vents.  But hey, I'm full of opinions.  If you want me to post honestly about your product or service, then send it my way.  I'm your girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8891076901254791977?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8891076901254791977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8891076901254791977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8891076901254791977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8891076901254791977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/04/disclosure-statement.html' title='Disclaimer Statement'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2501043766510817330</id><published>2007-04-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:08:44.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire academy'/><title type='text'>Fireman Graduation</title><content type='html'>Well 10 weeks is done for hubby.  The first 3 weeks went by so slowly.  But the last 7 have gone by much quicker.  Absence did make the heart grow fonder in my case.  I love him dearly already, but man did I treasure the time we had together on the weekends.  Which wasn't that much since he spent a lot of it studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm glad he did.  He bumped up to graduating #6 out of 34 as of the last test.  There is still one test not graded (no worries he about him passing it) and I'm not sure if it counts towards their placement in the class or not.  This was the man that told everyone he would need a ton of help on the book work.  He lacks confidence and sometimes it pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is why we are soul-mates for lack of an uncheesy term.  We honestly do complete each other.  I'm a bitch and he's mellow.  He is underconfident and I have an abundance of it.  lol  I tend to get fired up immediately about things and he can sit back and analyze it with less emotion.  That last one may be a female/male thing, not sure.  :)  All I know is it made me laugh thinking about it today after I knew he had completed the last of the tests.  I realized that I had done this same talk while he was away at college.  I was still in high school and talking him through it all over the phone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm incredibly proud of him.  I can't wait to get up to the academy with the kids in the morning and meet all of these people I've heard about for the last 10 weeks.  Especially all of the Capt.'s that have really inspired him to work even harder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to go to vegas and that would be our anniversary trip and also his graduation present.  But then we decided better of it.  Of course by this time it is way too late to be getting anything that has actual meaning for his gift.  ARGH!  Dawned on my Monday that I had nothing to give him at all and that didn't sit well.  So I decided to hit the store I bought his Vanmark Fire Dept. figurines this morning in hope that that was where I actually bought them last time.  It sure was the place, but they haven't carried them in 2 years at least and had no idea where else might.  She didn't think they were even made anymore.  AHHHH, not cool.  So I went to hallmark and racked my brain for where I'd seen them before.  I really hate to have to leave our hill.  The other hill is so damn busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallmark had the name of another store to give a call and that would have been my next hit.  But for somereason it dawned on me that I had seen them at a little jewelry store when I took my neighbor there a couple of times.  Sure enough, not only did they have 1 of the figurines.  But it is the one I REALLY wanted.  &lt;a href="http://www.grandio.com/itm-I-FM88637-I-C-6809-C-.aspx"&gt;Unseen Guardian&lt;/a&gt; has been out for quite some time now.  At least 3 or 4 years.  That is about how long ago it was I bought the other figures.  lol  So I was happy to see it was the one that I knew hubby liked.  Now the price on that site is only half of what I paid for.  Let me remind you that these are collectibles and are numbered.  So the numbers are quite high now over the years.  I bought 1/0001.  Yep, close to tears.  It's 1/0001.  How is that for significance for his graduation?  Solidifies my ideal that if it's meant to be, it's meant to be.  How else could 1/0001 be here in the small jewelers in Bonney Lake?  Oh, while I was there, I did put my wish list in for rings.  bahahaha  Read above, I told you I was a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, this post got super long, sorry about that.  I'll post more tomorrow night after meeting everyone.  He was supposed to call me tonight after they got back, but no surprise he didn't.  Only 14 more hours until I get to see him again and then another 24 until he's home for good.  YIPPEEE, let life begin anew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me to go to this post when his work schedule is driving me crazy and he's in my space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2501043766510817330?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2501043766510817330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2501043766510817330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2501043766510817330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2501043766510817330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/04/fireman-graduation.html' title='Fireman Graduation'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3530711733769029793</id><published>2007-04-14T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:43:56.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Zune revisited</title><content type='html'>K, I'm gonna revisit &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FZune-Digital-Media-Player-White%2Fdp%2FB000FMZE7W%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Delectronics%26qid%3D1176535723%26sr%3D8-3&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Zune &lt;/a&gt;.  I have one client that her husband has the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FZune-Digital-Media-Player-White%2Fdp%2FB000FMZE7W%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Delectronics%26qid%3D1176535723%26sr%3D8-3&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt; zune&lt;/a&gt;.  So she took borrowed it, so we could visit the "community" on the damn thing!  I thought if we went to see if each of us were online, then we could freely pass whatever songs between each other.  Well not quite.  You can pass it all.  But one person has to decide what songs they want to "send".  Hard to do on treadmill.  lmao]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read, and yes hubby already told me this.  SO WHAT!!?  That not only can you only share for 3 days, but it's only 3 listens as well. WTF?  That's really not worth the work unless it's some new band that no one has heard.  lmao  So now it will be the battle of the new bands.  :)  Joy and I are up for it.  We are competive that way.  It's her hubby's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FZune-Digital-Media-Player-White%2Fdp%2FB000FMZE7W%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Delectronics%26qid%3D1176535723%26sr%3D8-3&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt; zune &lt;/a&gt; and she has said his music is closer to mine. Yeah, yada yada.  I'm used to mostly guys listeneing to my music.  Whateva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sounds like I hate the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FZune-Digital-Media-Player-White%2Fdp%2FB000FMZE7W%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Delectronics%26qid%3D1176535723%26sr%3D8-3&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Zune&lt;/a&gt; but I love it!  I'm so glad that I have the zune and not the lame ass Ipod Nano that hubby has.  I'm just ticked that I spent $20 on music choices right before he bought me it for our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that he can buy.  This is the best thing on the market.  I can listen to my favorite morning and evening radio teams.  WWW.KISW.COM, yes  check them out online cause they are worth it.  I promise, you will laugh your ass off.  But I can also listen to my music the other times that I don't like the dj's as much.  lol  Which is not easy, as all the dj's are awesome.  Believe me, we have partied with them.  lmao  JOLENE is hot!  Check her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check out the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FZune-Digital-Media-Player-White%2Fdp%2FB000FMZE7W%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Delectronics%26qid%3D1176535723%26sr%3D8-3&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Zune&lt;/a&gt;.  I am going to join the monthly subscription, just because I listen so long to the stuff.  I figure I can keep a good update going on new music.  &lt;br /&gt;Listen often to get new music.  I'll be all over it.  Combine myspace with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FZune-Digital-Media-Player-White%2Fdp%2FB000FMZE7W%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Delectronics%26qid%3D1176535723%26sr%3D8-3&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Zune &lt;/a&gt; and I'll have the latest incredible music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3530711733769029793?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3530711733769029793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3530711733769029793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3530711733769029793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3530711733769029793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/04/zune-revisited.html' title='Zune revisited'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3461493345175832136</id><published>2007-04-13T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:18:46.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momchats'/><title type='text'>Woohoo, partners rock</title><content type='html'>K, let's start off by saying amen to partnerships that happen by karma.  I know my current partner and I would be in business, but I didn't know how it would be.  We are in sinc.  I love her to death and she even went to school out here on the west coast.  She needs to move back here, but we just need to move hubby's job here too.  Then it will be all good.  lmao &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unable to come up with any good ideas for the biz right now.  But we usually do our best thinking right now. The site is www.momchats.com.  Free chat rooms for anything that has to do with Mom's.  So if you there are online parties, seminars, or workshops that you'd like to do for Mom's.  We'd love to send out your schedule to our 300+ subscribers.  ;)  Our newsletter goes out weekly telling everyone what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So schedule your event.  Your hostess party, fundraiser, online workshop or weekend event and get free advertising to 300+ subscribers every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a low right now and I would love to see this free site used more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3461493345175832136?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3461493345175832136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3461493345175832136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3461493345175832136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3461493345175832136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/04/woohoo-partners-rock.html' title='Woohoo, partners rock'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-1366160886307504</id><published>2007-04-10T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T02:51:55.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single</title><content type='html'>I've never been single.  I don't do well single for very long.  Yes, I hit the huge anniversary of being with my hubby 1/2 of my life, but it is so much more than that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a disclaimer:  I am not wishing things were different, they are what they happily are.  But sometimes it is difficult that I haven't experienced things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never lived alone.  I went from living with my parents to living with hubby.  I go back and forth now that I can have all of them away at the same time.  Mostly guilt comes in and I don't get any sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness sucks.  I've never had the physical loneliness.  I have had many a lonely night, but not from being alone too long.  Just from shutting myself off emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was ready to type more.  But I am up alone at 3am and this is exactly what I'm talking about.  I miss my HUBBY!!!  1 1/2 more weeks and we can get into a more normal groove.  It's spring break and the kids went to their friends house.  I am up to get my hair done early tomorrow.  So off to bed for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-1366160886307504?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1366160886307504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=1366160886307504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1366160886307504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1366160886307504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/04/single.html' title='Single'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8741410593012210311</id><published>2007-04-10T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T02:00:44.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><title type='text'>Hmm, what city?</title><content type='html'>I'm proud to have gotten this rating on the first time through.  I figured I'd get Seattle right off the bat.  But maybe that wasn't one of the options.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Las Vegas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/las-vegas.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild and uninhibited, you enjoy all of life's vices.&lt;br /&gt;You're a total hedonist, especially with sex, gambling, and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;You shine brightly every night, but you do the ultimate walk of shame each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Las Vegas residents: Wayne Newton, Howard Hughes, Penn &amp; Teller, Siegfried &amp; Roy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/"&gt;What American City Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8741410593012210311?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8741410593012210311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8741410593012210311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8741410593012210311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8741410593012210311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmm-what-city.html' title='Hmm, what city?'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-1815988587333350911</id><published>2007-04-10T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T01:34:49.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Rock girl gala</title><content type='html'>Well I am going to miss this years gala.  I'm super, uper bummed about it.  But alas, it can't be helped.  Hubby and I haven't gotten away together in over 2 years now because of our schooling and we have to do it.  Of course, once we plan our weekend, www.kisw.com plans the rock girl gala.  FUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to make matters worse, they bring in Puddle of Mud as the headliner.  Hmm, is it worth the argument?  Hmm, is it worth me replanning and fighting?  May be.  That was one of the first cd's the kids bought me for a gift and they aren't very old.  lmao  They were really young when they told Daddy that I wanted that cd.  lol  They are such good kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will miss the gala.  Yes, I will.  It will be ok.  I will pout on here and I will seriously bitch after I have to hear about it from the dj's.  But alas.  I am running away for a naked weekend with my hubby.  Nothing but shopping and wine tasting.  I just want the best of both worlds.  But I'll pick him anyday.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-1815988587333350911?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1815988587333350911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=1815988587333350911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1815988587333350911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1815988587333350911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/04/rock-girl-gala.html' title='Rock girl gala'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7927961831060333075</id><published>2007-04-08T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:15:32.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><title type='text'>Fell of the blog universe</title><content type='html'>Yet again!  It's amazing how that happens.  I can go for weeks on end of posts every day or every other, then there comes a time I'm barely able to get on here.  I hate that!  I'd be happy posting every day.  But life is good busy.  The only downfall is that I need a laptop in a super bad way.  SO if you have recommendations, please let me know.  I applied for a biz load through dell and that was a joke.  Umm, no thanks on the 29% interest rate.  I know my biz has no credit, but come on!  It's been in biz for 4 years now, that should count for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway on to the topic of laptops.  I have to have one immediately.  I am getting busier at work and that is awesome.  Unfortunately that doesn't leave me much time to get on here when I get home.  Especially since my herbalist has told me I need to sleep.  WHAT?  5 hours a night isn't enough?  What is she thinking?  So I feel better because I'm getting sleep, but I'm not getting enough done.  Laptop will let me get it done in between clients at work.  ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is happening in my life?  Hubby has only 2 weeks left of school.  Man, that never seemed like it would end.  I'm super excited for him.  But now he will be home so much more.  AHHHHH, worse than the kids!  See, I must have a laptop so I can hide at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is spring break, but I still have a lot to catch up on.  SO hopefully I can get it all done.  I really need to spend more time at the gym to get a few more clients.  But I also hate to take advantage of my Mom for the week.  Stupid guilt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7927961831060333075?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7927961831060333075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7927961831060333075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7927961831060333075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7927961831060333075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/04/fell-of-blog-universe.html' title='Fell of the blog universe'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7886978624873672118</id><published>2007-03-26T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:38:00.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ozzfest'/><title type='text'>new ozzfest rumor</title><content type='html'>Well here's the latest scoop I heard today.  I really need to go subscribe to the site.  Or even visit the damn site.  lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the news just gets better and better.  Despite our rain, you really should live in Seattle.  We get great music stuff here.  Lot's of bands come around and play the little clubs.  But I'm digressing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the newest scoop for you all to be jealous of.  Not only is it opening here, less than 12 miles from my HOUSE!  But a second show will be over at the Gorge on Sat. night!!!  HOLY CRAP!  July 14th at the Gorge?  That's gonna be freakin amazing.  Now I'm not sure which show to get to.  We've got to stay the night if we head to the Gorge.  So guess I better start working on people that own campers to go with us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, it's gonna be an awesome concert summer.  I can tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED:  Well it's not a rumor.  I just went to the site and it's official.  The first 2 dates are up here in WA.  Now we just need to find out when the damn tickets will be out and how in the world we are going to get them.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7886978624873672118?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7886978624873672118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7886978624873672118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7886978624873672118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7886978624873672118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-ozzfest-rumor.html' title='new ozzfest rumor'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-1495737564197959713</id><published>2007-03-26T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:22:26.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zune'/><title type='text'>Zune!!!</title><content type='html'>This is the best toy ever made!  Hubby gave it to me this weekend.  It's supposed to be for our anniversary next month, but I guess he wants his ipod back.  Believe me, he won't ever have to worry about me stealing it again.  Ipod's completely suck compared to the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FZune-Digital-Media-Player-Black%2Fdp%2FB000EPLP3C%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Delectronics%26qid%3D1175415555%26sr%3D8-1&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;zune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=littlescrapbo-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;.  lmao  And I've only been playing with it for a day, so have no idea what other cool stuff I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is super clear.  I'm looking forward to getting some missed shows or just some cooler vids on it.  Then the option of having radio is killer.  Especially since I can pause the freakin' radio!  Our tv's at the gym can be heard through fm stations and it was awesome to hear it and not have to read the subtitles today.  lol  It's not cool to watch Days of our lives and decipher what the typos are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to figure out how to get the music I just bought for the ipod switched into my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FZune-Digital-Media-Player-Black%2Fdp%2FB000EPLP3C%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Delectronics%26qid%3D1175415555%26sr%3D8-1&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;zune's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=littlescrapbo-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt; account.  That may take me some time as I have no time to mess with it in the near future.  I shouldn't have been playing with all of it for hours yesterday as it was.  lol  Or I'll just go in and buy some new stuff while I'm waiting.  The songs are only $.79 instead of $.99 like on itunes!  YIPPEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm gonna end up playing on here with it again tonight.  I can tell.  Nothing is going to get done this week.  lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-1495737564197959713?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1495737564197959713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=1495737564197959713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1495737564197959713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1495737564197959713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/03/zune.html' title='Zune!!!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3289285070923092610</id><published>2007-03-15T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:09:01.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gwen stefanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ozzfest'/><title type='text'>OzzFest baby</title><content type='html'>Alright, it better be fucking official soon!  This afternoon I caught a quick trailer commercial that not only do they have dates (not official) but those "dates" changed and they are no longer going to start out in CA like planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they will kick off right here in mother-fuckin-washington!!!  OMG, if that happens it will easily be the best concert ever.  To kick off the whole damn concert series!  Are you kidding me!  And this year it is free!  ARE YOU KIDDING ME!  You better believe I've already booked the tentative date off my calendar and the friday after.  roflmao  Umm, Mom, you can watch the kids right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief I need to get to a concert soon.  I'm dieing.  Daughter and I are going to see my favorite Gwennie on June 16th.  That is going to be incredible.  There are never Sat. or Fri. night concerts here anymore.  So I'm gonna get us a hotel room and we are going to party all night.  My good friend and her daughter (our daughters are good friends) are going with us.  But I'm getting a room for just the two of us.  We are going to do this right.  BTW, the concert is like 14 miles away.  lmao  But it's the experience man, not the point that the hotel is farther away than our house.  Don't bring me down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3289285070923092610?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3289285070923092610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3289285070923092610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3289285070923092610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3289285070923092610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/03/ozzfest-baby.html' title='OzzFest baby'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8888624172242496746</id><published>2007-03-06T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:39:11.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><title type='text'>Positive things in life</title><content type='html'>After that last post I needed to come in and post some good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby got a 95 on his last test.  That makes a 93/95/95.  Pretty damn good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking over a site that I'm totally psyched about!  www.scrapfacts.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working out again regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clients are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids have been fun to hang out with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter got a new dwarf hamster.  I'll have to post pics of it.  Plus she didn't have quite enough money and had to owe me.  So I got my floors done and their bathroom cleaned with NO ISSUES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my turtle a new cage that is huge.  She is a happy Yurtle the turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my chubby doggy jogging today and she was great on the leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i mention we had record highs today?  lol  Boy I wish I'd been up on the mountain boarding.  No better way to get a sunburn around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8888624172242496746?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8888624172242496746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8888624172242496746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8888624172242496746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8888624172242496746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/03/positive-things-in-life.html' title='Positive things in life'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8281165502736585483</id><published>2007-03-06T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:33:58.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining and pouring around me</title><content type='html'>And I'm not talking about the Seattle weather as it was record high's here and almost 70.  But don't worry, cause there is no global warming.  God damned stupid oil tycoons!  Hmm, make a few more hybrids so we can buy American please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, got off topic, but that's cause I don't like the topic.  No sooner than my friend Anita works on recovering from her lung surgery.  But I just got an email from my friend and her husband is going in for open heart surgery in the morning.  Surprise!  That is how much notice they got.  OMG, she says she loves his family and will be surrounded by them tomorrow.  So I don't need to cancel everything and head over.  But I told her she better call me as soon as she needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to call her in the morning since it is 11:30 here.  But I couldn't wait.  Yes, I let it ring like 5 or 6 times.  I suck, but I knew she wouldn't be sleeping since she just sent out the email a little while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is only 47, not a heavy drinker, doesn't smoke, no family history.  WOW!  What does that say for me?  I have lot's of family history.  :(  My grandpa died of heart disease at only 35 or 37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my word, tomorrow is going to SUCK!!!!  I hate waiting for news.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8281165502736585483?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8281165502736585483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8281165502736585483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8281165502736585483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8281165502736585483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/03/raining-and-pouring-around-me.html' title='Raining and pouring around me'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3853903120682274936</id><published>2007-02-28T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:11:18.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>The Magic of Nature</title><content type='html'>Yes, I do believe in miracles.  Hence the reason the last post bothers me so much.  I don't believe in coincidence.  No sooner had I sent that post off then I decided to check outside and see if it was still snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said still snowing.  In almost March, in the Seattle area.  Hmm, think there might be something to this global warming bullshit you keep hearing about?  Yeah, just a little climate change going on in the last few years.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it stopped snowing and that bummed me out.  I love the late night snow.  It's like a secret around here.  I'm a night owl, or vampire (whatever you want to classify me as LOL )and there are many mornings I wake up and no one knows that it even snowed.   Tonight was gorgeous.  Huge flakes were coming down and it was coming down fast.  We got about 1/2 inch in under an hour.  That's quick for here since the ground was wet with rain.  lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bummed I was that it stopped.  I decided to double check and opened the front door.  Yep, it really had stopped.  No snow day with the kids tomorrow :(  How bad am I getting that I really want that?  Pitiful I tell ya!  But as I have the door open I''m hearing a really odd noise.  It's a big crackling type noise.  Listen for a few minutes.  Man it's cold.  DING, DING, lightbulb.  The noise is the world around me freezing.  WOWOWOWOW, it was truly incredible.  I am in awe of nature and immediately out of my funk from the last post.  How can I compete with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3853903120682274936?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3853903120682274936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3853903120682274936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3853903120682274936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3853903120682274936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/magic-of-nature.html' title='The Magic of Nature'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8223522659280868297</id><published>2007-02-28T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:44:29.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointments'/><title type='text'>Good intentions</title><content type='html'>Umm, shall we talk about what good intentions get me?  Nada, zip, kicked in the ass?  Betcha can't tell how today went.  It was mostly crap.  I tried not to focus on all the negatives, but when you just keep screwing up it's hard not to.  lmao  The funny thing is the appointments I screwed up on weren't scheduled on the same day, so how did I end up with all 3 of my appointments being messed up in one day?  Only I could do it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is a bad mix-up.  I've only messed up 2 appointments ever.  Guess who they were?  Yep, both the same person and both in the last 2 1/2 weeks.  I was working 50 hour + weeks for 5 months and never messed up an appointment.  Today tells me that I have some issues I need to deal with and fast!  My head is not in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very positive note...I put up the first flyers for my relay for life team and got 2 girls to join immediately!  That is awesome!  I want to kick some serious fundraising butt on this.  Nope, I'm not competitive in the least, what made you think that?  If you'd like to donate to my team and personal cause of the American Cancer Society then please check back for the link.  I will include it here as soon as my god damned hosting stops having problems!!!  rassin' frassin' damned stuff I can't control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am online again at 12:40 when I swore I was going to bed at 10:30.  What does this mean for tomorrow?  A nap in the afternoon.  :(  I'd much rather be up and working then, but I am not even close to tired right now.  I have some major bad habits to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, I should be able to change over to wordpress soon.  That is part of the damned hosting issues right now.  For some reason it hates my domain names and won't load them.  I've been using this company for almost 2 years now without any problems that I didn't create for myself out of stupidity.  Now all of the sudden I can't do anything with 2 accounts and there is no rhyme or reason to it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send positive energy my way.  I'm trying to stay positive, but the negative energy is pulling me under fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8223522659280868297?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8223522659280868297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8223522659280868297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8223522659280868297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8223522659280868297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-intentions.html' title='Good intentions'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4942107462129723010</id><published>2007-02-24T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:07:43.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Transitioning again</title><content type='html'>Well hopefully this will be the last switch from blogger.  I made the move to wordpress before, but I had a complete moron moment and deleted mysql for it one night.  I didn't email them fast enough and there was no restoring it.  :(  I miss WP.  I have my own hosting account for this blog now and will move it over as soon as I find a template cool enough.  I'm bummed that I can't take this template with me.  I may be able to.  Oh Retta!  Want to give WP a try with this theme?  lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to upload a template.  You'd think by now I'd have one picked out.  I have a ton bookmarked.  Oh another problem is that I can't just transfer the blogger posts to WP yet.  Since blogger did the updates, the transfer script won't work.  RATS!  This is supposed to be easy for goodness sakes.  Just waiting around for the techies to catch up.  lmao  K, not making fun of them as I have no idea where to start to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby will be home from studying soon, so not sure I will get the WP up tonight.  I grabbed Babel and want to watch it tonight.  Then again, that may be to serious for us to watch.  I'm really wishing I'd grabbed something stupid.  Well we can always fall back on the many classics we have here.  Strange Brew, Funny Farm, Night at the Roxbury.  You know, the no brainer movies ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4942107462129723010?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4942107462129723010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4942107462129723010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4942107462129723010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4942107462129723010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/transitioning-again.html' title='Transitioning again'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4145641980116405039</id><published>2007-02-21T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:58:52.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough sleep?</title><content type='html'>Well of course I don't get enough sleep.  But some how I managed to score higher than &lt;a href="http://retta.blogspot.com"&gt;Retta&lt;/a&gt; on this little quiz.  She must get more sleep during the day is why.  Cause I know we are up talking most of the night and since she's east coast that means she's up later than I.  lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Don't Get Enough Sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyougetenoughsleepquiz/sleep-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely don't get enough sleep, and it's turning you into a mental zombie!&lt;br /&gt;You need to get more sleep, starting tonight if possible.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid caffeine, keep a regular bedtime, don't watch TV before bed, and sleep in complete darkness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyougetenoughsleepquiz/"&gt;Do You Get Enough Sleep?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have caffeine!  WHO THE HELL MADE UP THIS STUPID QUIZ?  Lame-o's  Regular bedtime?  What is regular?  You want me to be regular?  How boring.  Nope, I stay a zombie thank you.  Although I prefer to be called a vampire.  Much cooler clothes.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4145641980116405039?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4145641980116405039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4145641980116405039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4145641980116405039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4145641980116405039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/enough-sleep.html' title='Enough sleep?'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3309441319870241210</id><published>2007-02-21T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:47:51.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Online friends</title><content type='html'>Having online friends can suck sometimes in a very big way.  Take today for example.  I have a good friend that went in for surgery at 10am (hopefully went in on time).  It is a major surgery.  They found a mass on her lung.  Everything is supposed to be routine and even "if" it's cancerous they shouldn't even need to do chemo for it.  Just remove the 3rd lobe and all is good.  It didn't show any signs of having spread.  Of course that is before they get in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a local friend I would probably be watching their kids for them, or I would at least have the option of going over and helping out while they are home recovering.  But since it's across country from me I just feel so useless!  All I can do is sit here and worry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a lot of things going for her, but she also has some not good health issues.  She is only 29 for cryin' out loud.  You're not supposed to be sick so young.  She did already quite smoking this year before they even found the mass.  So 3 cheers for not having withdrawals and surgery to recover from!  Good job girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my Grandpa had a whole lung removed and that was ages ago, so medicine has gotten so much better since then.  But I just can't stand this waiting helplessly.  Thankfully I have sporadic appointments to keep me busy.  They are also letting me check in online to see if another friend has heard from her hubby yet.  You know, the email tree?  lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will hear some news in a few hours and I know she is going to be just fine.  She has a lot of positive energy behind her.  But I just feel like a mommy today and I'm so worried.  If I had someone to watch the kids, I'd so hop a plane right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3309441319870241210?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3309441319870241210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3309441319870241210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3309441319870241210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3309441319870241210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/online-friends.html' title='Online friends'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-6063901964751047941</id><published>2007-02-19T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:34:01.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week ahead</title><content type='html'>The kids are out for mid-winter break.  I love that cause we don't have to get up early.  But it's going to be rough for scheduling.  I think we've got it under control and thankfully my Mom is available so I don't have to pay a sitter for the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just feel that it is going to drag on.  I am so worn out.  I know I've been staying up way too late for too long.  But still, come on!  It's not the staying up late so much as the getting up early a couple of times a week that is killing me.  I guess I need to get to bed earlier than 2am if I'm getting up at 6.  Who'd have thunk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working my ass off on my sites.  I got www.busymommawellness.com completely transferred over to the new template and have banners and buttons being created right now.  This week is going to be all about www.littlescrapbookshop.com  I had that redesigned last year and am still in love with the paisley.  This to has some banners and buttons that were just created.  But I need to get a bunch of new articles on there, links exchanged, and many more products added to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to work on one of the 2 other sites, but if I'm going to have her build me new templates it would be stupid to work on them right now.  I'll wait and put the effort into my current moneymakers instead.  There's more than enough on them to keep me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has made it through his first week of the fire academy and starts week 2 tomorrow.  I miss him bad and I think it was even worse having him home for a few days and then shipping him back off.  Again, it's going to be a long week.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did make it up boarding yesterday and the kids and I had a great time.  The sun even came out for a little while which was so cool.  It's so beautiful up there.  But then the temps dropped dramatically and daughter took a good tumble.  I just can't be in two places at once so we had to head out a little early.  I'd only bought a bunny hill pass anyway, so we'd gotten our money out of the day.  We want to try to get up again this week, but I have appointments, so I don't see how it will be possible.  We'll just have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-6063901964751047941?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6063901964751047941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=6063901964751047941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6063901964751047941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6063901964751047941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-week-ahead.html' title='Long week ahead'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-676894625163612649</id><published>2007-02-17T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:54:11.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Went to the movies</title><content type='html'>We never go to the movies.  I mean never!  Maybe once a year if we are lucky.  It's so hard to justify $50 in food and tickets to go to a matinee for goodness sake.  Especially when I spend $30 a month for video rentals and we have a big screen.  lmao  But ever since I saw the preview for Ghost Rider I knew I had to go.  So we went out today with the kids and saw it.  Hubby needed a school work break anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great action flick.  They did a great job of making us jump in our seats with the special effects.  lmao  I hate when stuff jumps out at me.  :(  Nicolas Cage does a good job playing Johnny Blaze aka Ghost Rider.  And of course I always melt for Sam Elliot.  That mans voice just gives me shivers.  And he plays an old cowboy to boot.  Ahhh, gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids and I are off to snowboard tomorrow.  It promises to be another fun day with them.  I hope the rest of mid-winter break goes as smoothly.  I'm so looking forward to not having to wake up early!  Summer is going to be bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-676894625163612649?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/676894625163612649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=676894625163612649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/676894625163612649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/676894625163612649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-movies.html' title='Went to the movies'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-1058299374290501314</id><published>2007-02-16T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:44:22.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday 13'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#949CB3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteenstars.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #949CB3;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;YOUR NAME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had computer issue's so I am late getting this up.  But better than never.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hubby got home last night.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Kids had a great valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I had a great workout.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I completely transferred over www.busymommawellness.com to the new template.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I signed a new client and she's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I stayed up too late talking to &lt;a href="http://retta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Retta&lt;/a&gt; too many nights.  But then, this is usual.  lmao&lt;br /&gt;7.  I got this super-duper cool skin!&lt;br /&gt;8.  My check finally went through after 4 weeks and I can pay bills and buy advertising!  WOOHOOO&lt;br /&gt;9.  My house is still clean after a full week.  It's a serious miracle.&lt;br /&gt;10. I kept up with the laundry.  Yet another miracle.&lt;br /&gt;11. We didn't eat out once this week.&lt;br /&gt;12. I cooked every meal.&lt;br /&gt;13. Kids weren't late to school once ;)  BAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://retta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Retta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-1058299374290501314?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1058299374290501314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=1058299374290501314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1058299374290501314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1058299374290501314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday-13.html' title='Thursday 13'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4245958819976380734</id><published>2007-02-14T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:58:47.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up on productivity today</title><content type='html'>Good grief, I'm doomed.  I'm gonna get my pages done and just be super happy if I do anything else today.  I had one cancellation today which turned out to be good cause son's awards assembly went long.  Then I forgot that daughter has an after school thing, so of course the youngest can't come home to an empty house and sit on the front porch.  lmao  So rescheduled an appointment for tomorrow instead.  I only have one appointment left tonight and I need to double check that she knows it's Valentine's day.  lolol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home to work on my site of course and get the damn thing done.  I grabbed season 6 of Sex in the City a couple of days ago from the video store and popped that in to listen to.  I've watched them so many times I can just listen now.  lol  But I don't know which season is which and made a horrible mistake.  I'm PMSing and grabbed the damn episode where Miranda is getting married and Samantha finds out she has breast cancer.  SHIT!  Hope my eyes don't end up too red from the bawling.  DANG, dang, dang.  Can't turn it off either must watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4245958819976380734?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4245958819976380734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4245958819976380734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4245958819976380734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4245958819976380734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/giving-up-on-productivity-today.html' title='Giving up on productivity today'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7494476509718533824</id><published>2007-02-13T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:29:39.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas, ideas, focus</title><content type='html'>Wow, I've been trying to focus and when I have it has worked wonders!  But then I write up a to-do list that started out as only for today and it was a mile long.  lmao  I have so many ideas running through my head again.  I seriously need to build these websites and then sell them.  They will make money, but I don't have time to keep them up.  ARGHHH, how come there is only 24 hours in a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did hang out at work today a little more than I have recently and that is always good.  I'll be getting free tanning asap.  This is always good as I'm starting to look pasty.  I should put up my newest pic, but most would say I'm not pasty so what good would it do.  Yes, I was blessed with my Mother's Native American coloring, but I'm still pasty for ME!  So back offffffffff  :)  I need my sunshine, fake or not.  I live in the Seattle area for crying out loud.  The grayest damn place in the country.  Give me a break here.  Skin cancer is not our usual concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, even this post is all over the place.  This is me off drugs.  Hmm, k don't know what me on drugs is.  Only time I took any was after my wisdom teeth and I really didn't like the lack of control I had on them.  Kind of led me to believe I have control issues.  lmao  But this is definitely what I'd be like on drugs.  ALL OVER THE PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I even start with this post?  Oh yeah, focus!  I have almost completed the switch over to the new template for www.busymommawellness.com and it feels great.  I just put it into smaller goals and have gotten it done faster than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been super cool.  I had a great session with a lady today that is going to do some wonderful weight loss and I can't wait to be a part of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, this is just too random.  I can't take anymore of myself.  Till tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7494476509718533824?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7494476509718533824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7494476509718533824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7494476509718533824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7494476509718533824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/ideas-ideas-focus.html' title='Ideas, ideas, focus'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7185506355315609454</id><published>2007-02-12T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:49:47.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger template'/><title type='text'>Hot Blog Theme</title><content type='html'>You know you are jealous of my blog theme.  The same &lt;a href="http://retta.blogspot.com"&gt;Retta&lt;/a&gt; from my superstah saturday post made this template and I had to have it.  She didn't want to, but I made her.  Funny how you get sick of hearing the IM sound over and over again.  tee-hee-hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those in favor of &lt;a href="http://retta.blogspot.com"&gt;Retta&lt;/a&gt; making and selling themes for your blogger, give her a shout out!  She needs to hear from everyone about how cool her abilities are:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I had any graphics ability.  Alas, I even had to have her put the damn template in for me cause I trucked it up hard.  lmao  In my defense, it is 1am and my eyes are crossing.  Not really a good time to be messing with code!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7185506355315609454?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7185506355315609454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7185506355315609454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7185506355315609454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7185506355315609454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/hot-blog-theme.html' title='Hot Blog Theme'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7566697808526670944</id><published>2007-02-11T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:25:14.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supahstar saturday'/><title type='text'>Supahstar Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geekyspeaky.com/2007/02/10/supahstar-saturday-21007/"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/Rc_nVtokQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pbh8XQbYK4s/s1600-h/supahstarsaturday_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/Rc_nVtokQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pbh8XQbYK4s/s320/supahstarsaturday_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030493669009145986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it's not Saturday anymore, but go check out the site and you'll see why it's so named.  Not only is that the coolest damn graphic, but they have chosen a good friend of mine to be the first to be blogged about!  OH and to top it off she made the really cool graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://retta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Retta&lt;/a&gt; and I have known each other for years through a message boards, but have only really been harrassing each other for the past year.  lol  We are on total opposite sides of the country, but yet she's still always online when I am,  late at night.  Can you say ADDICT?  Geesh,she's worse than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome to have her there to bounce ideas off of all times of the day and night.  Nothing better than having the person that you know you can trust to tell you the truth if you are being a dork.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go check out the &lt;a href="http://retta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thoughts Out of my Head&lt;/a&gt; and see why she and I get along so well.  She's an avid cross stitcher (wish I still had time for that) and has her own &lt;a href="http://stitchingthenightaway.com/"&gt;site dedicated to the cross stitcher&lt;/a&gt;!  Including &lt;a href="http://stitchingthenightaway.com/FreePatterns/free_cross_stitch_mainpage.htm"&gt;free patterns&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7566697808526670944?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7566697808526670944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7566697808526670944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7566697808526670944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7566697808526670944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/supahstar-saturday.html' title='Supahstar Saturday'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/Rc_nVtokQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pbh8XQbYK4s/s72-c/supahstarsaturday_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-6467115892587223535</id><published>2007-02-06T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:45:49.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games for girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dollmaker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doll maker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress up games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion games'/><title type='text'>The Doll Palace</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="https://payperpost.com/opportunities/images/3724/image3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend turned me onto this site and my daughter and I have loved playing there ever since.  I know my daughter can spend hours on it making new dolls and sending them to her friends.  lol  It's awesome to know that she's safe making the dolls with no bad things to click on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are even &lt;a href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/doll-maker/dress-up-games.php"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; that can be played on it.  So even more time wasted online.  lmao  But they are so darn cute and easy to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mainly add them as avatars on message boards and forums.  It's fun to create new one's for the holiday or season.  Plus it doesn't take long so I can change them quickly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://payperpost.com/opportunities/images/3723/image2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is one of my favorites since I am the Queen of all I oversee.  How cool would it be to have a big red velvet robe?  Ok, maybe that is why I like to play &lt;a href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/"&gt;DressUp Games&lt;/a&gt;.  I can pretend they are may clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't visited forums before you can hang out on &lt;a href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/"&gt;the doll palace&lt;/a&gt; Message boards and post what you have created.  Don't forget to use the special codes for your myspace and IM's.  I use myspace for many of my just for fun items.  Such as the dolls.  lol  I can change my theme to match my doll of the moment.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-6467115892587223535?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6467115892587223535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=6467115892587223535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6467115892587223535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6467115892587223535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/doll-palace.html' title='The Doll Palace'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4175763343681157231</id><published>2007-02-04T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:27:00.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S MY BDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>K, I'm not afraid to toot my own horn.  It's my mother fucking birthday!!!  yeah mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are watching tacky 80's movies.  I'm chatting online with a good friend and the dog is driving me nuts.  It's another super night here in WAHM addict heaven.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that the Bears kick the colt's ass.  SO it's a marvelous day!  DA BEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up way too late.  But hubby has promised to let me sleep in.  Plus one kid is at a friends house overnight.  And he promised to wake another friend up to go jogging in the morning.  tee-hee  It won't be me and that is all that matters.  They will go jogging at the high school.  So they can go around 10.  Like I can actually sleep in that late.  P-SHA  won't happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4175763343681157231?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4175763343681157231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4175763343681157231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4175763343681157231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4175763343681157231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-my-bday.html' title='IT&apos;S MY BDAY!!!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8258342272979918635</id><published>2007-02-03T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:17:19.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days of our lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soap operas'/><title type='text'>Soaps</title><content type='html'>I have been watching &lt;a href="http://www.soaps.com"&gt;Soap Operas&lt;/a&gt; for over 20 years now.  It's not that I'm old, it's just that I would sneak in and watch while my Mom was in rest time growing up. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with Bo and Hope growing up also.  Let alone they now have kids.  :)  Then there is &lt;a href="http://www.soaps.com"&gt;Passions&lt;/a&gt; with the witches.  I know I am stuck on NBC, but I can't help it, I have issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not totaly stuck.  I know that &lt;a href="http://www.soaps.com"&gt;The Young and The Restless&lt;/a&gt; is another classic.  I have hit that one for over 20 years, so I guess that is in my schedule.  lol  Young and the restless has been on forever and it is no wonder why.  When they have characters that work, they are on there forever.  I guess Days is trying to take lessons by bringing people back.  But you know that Victor is on there no matter what!  So there will be drama with the money man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't catch up on your favorite soaps check out &lt;a href="http://www.soaps.com"&gt;Soap Operas&lt;/a&gt; and see quickly what is going on.  I have less time to watch, so I love to go in and see what my favorite characters are up to.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8258342272979918635?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8258342272979918635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8258342272979918635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8258342272979918635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8258342272979918635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/soaps.html' title='Soaps'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7045730660689661864</id><published>2007-02-03T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:37:25.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Club</title><content type='html'>I love my 80's movie's!  Comedy Central is playing &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FBreakfast-Club-School-Reunion-Collection%2Fdp%2FB0000A98ZP%2Fsr%3D8-1%2Fqid%3D1170574230%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Ddvd&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=littlescrapbo-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;.  I LOVE THIS SHOW!!!  I need to order all of the 80's movies.  Some Kind of wonderful, the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest can't believe that Mike D is married to Molly Ringwald.  lmao  She must not be a big dork like on the show, come on, would he partake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to buy up all the good &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FBreakfast-Club-School-Reunion-Collection%2Fdp%2FB0000A98ZP%2Fsr%3D8-1%2Fqid%3D1170574230%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Ddvd&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt; old movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=littlescrapbo-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt; and start a collection.  Instead of the good newer old movies I've been collecting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7045730660689661864?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7045730660689661864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7045730660689661864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7045730660689661864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7045730660689661864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/breakfast-club.html' title='Breakfast Club'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7552229328429766257</id><published>2007-02-03T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:14:34.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days of our lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soap operas'/><title type='text'>Days of our Lives</title><content type='html'>K, I'll admit it.  I've been addicted to this soap since the 80's when my Mom was watching and said I could.  The Summer she said yes was when they crash landed on an island.  It was Marleena and there was a dwarf involved.  If you watched back then, you can picture exactly who I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that was when I was a baby.  Then there was hurrying home from school and the wonderful summers off.  Not to mention the summers!  That was when all the good stuff happened with the kids my age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm watching it and feeling older by the minute.  Everyone is back.  Jennifer is on of course and Jack keeps coming into her life and dieing again.  :(  Then there is the ever hot couple, Bo and Hope. We have the Marleena, John Black, and Roman Brady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch everyday, but I try hard.  When I can't get to the tv, I check out &lt;a href="http://www.soaps.com/daysofourlives/update/"&gt;Days of our Lives updates&lt;/a&gt; to see what happened!  I am feeling old now that Patch and Kayla are back on.  If Caliaopy (sp?) would come back on, I swear they would have everyone.  I'm also super happy that Frankie is back.  I loved Frankie and Jennifer.  It was hard to go through the decision of who she should fall for when Jack thought he was going to die.  What a jerk for putting her in that position!  lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you need updates of your favorite days episodes check out &lt;a href="http://www.soaps.com/daysofourlives/update/"&gt;Days of our Lives updates&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;img src="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/images/7213/9781.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7552229328429766257?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7552229328429766257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7552229328429766257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7552229328429766257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7552229328429766257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/days-of-our-lives.html' title='Days of our Lives'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7202974989258810547</id><published>2007-02-03T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:19:33.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning a party</title><content type='html'>When do I have time to plan and hold a kids party?  Oh man, I love having them cause the kids get so excited, but it's so much work!  We've decided to go with next Sat. and he has chosen a rock-n-roll theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a slumber party again, but not so many kids this time.  I've already warned him to start cleaning his room.  lol  It's a wreck.  Who the hell has bought him all of these toys?  He doesn't even play with them anymore.  Ok, he actually does.  But normally he's glued to the playstation or doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what I get for my bday tomorrow!  I have no idea what they got me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7202974989258810547?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7202974989258810547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7202974989258810547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7202974989258810547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7202974989258810547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/planning-party.html' title='Planning a party'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2808485908986726209</id><published>2007-02-03T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:22:46.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecards'/><title type='text'>Hilarious ecards</title><content type='html'>I get so many of the angel, girlie, send this on for good luck cruddy emails.  Bleck!  No more of them cutesy things, please. When I'm looking for a card to put with a present I'm looking to make them smile.  Crack a joke, be inapproprate! I've never liked sending &lt;a href="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/links/8388/9781"&gt;ecards&lt;/a&gt; for that reason.  They are all so serious, or cute, or whatever, but they are LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bring &lt;a href="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/links/8388/9781"&gt;egreetings&lt;/a&gt; into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://payperpost.com/opportunities/images/4120/cupid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/links/8388/9781"&gt;Egreetings&lt;/a&gt; put the fun back into sending cards.  It also let's me do it with my favorite medium.  Duh, my computer of course.  You know, the thing I'm addicted to?  lol  Now I can harrass my friends as much as I want with goofy ecards in their inboxes.  I pay only $13.99 for a full years subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better is the fact that I can go through the cards, come across the perfect card for someone, and set it up to send later.  No having to go back and try to remember which card to which person.  Good grief, who has time for that.  And the kids have taken all my memory already so I won't remember to go back on the correct day.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many special occasions and many genre's for each occasion, such as for her or him.  Of course you can personalize the cards and even put pictures in them.  This is saving me so much time, not to mention all the money those paper cards cost me!  Then include stamps on top of it?  Forget it, I'll stick with the $13.99 a year thank you very much.  If you want to just give it a try there is a 30 day trial.  You can send unlimited ecards with the free trial as well.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://payperpost.com/opportunities/images/4119/birthdaycleavage.jpg" /&gt;  It's difficult to figure out just one card to send to my hubby at a time.  lol  There are so many funny one's that I know would make him laugh.  That's the whole point right?  Life is serious enough!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://payperpost.com/opportunities/images/4118/birthdaychins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/links/8388/9781"&gt;birthday eCard by &amp;quot;The Chins&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can't tell me there isn't someone in your email list that needs that card for their next birthday!  Go check it out now and set it up ahead of time.  No fuss, no forgetting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2808485908986726209?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2808485908986726209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2808485908986726209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2808485908986726209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2808485908986726209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/hilarious-ecards.html' title='Hilarious ecards'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-5722703421070544775</id><published>2007-02-02T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:51:07.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snack foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><title type='text'>Wasted today</title><content type='html'>We stayed up way too late last night and then I had to get up at 4am to train a client.  Good grief it's going to be difficult to stay up tonight.  lol  Luckily my last appointment is a free one to show around the gym.  Yes, this is how I get my new clients, but I also don't have to come up with any motivation.  I just have to show them around and answer any questions.  Even in my sleep I can talk and laugh up a storm.  lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So only 2 days left til my bday.  I'm going to start the birthday weekend off tonight though.  Since youngest and my bdays are a day apart I think we deserve to celebrate all weekend!  So tonight I'll toast to us.  Tomorrow I was thinking appletini's sound good, and then bday (superbowl!) hubby just bought me my fav beer Widmer Heff.  Alright, just called hubby and we are officially celebrating all weekend.  He's buying crab for dinner tonight.  Not sure about tomorrow.  Then superbowl is going to be bbq burgers and lots of snack foods.  I've found a bunch of yummy sounding snack stuff that isn't all the bad for you.  So I won't even have to have the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed some movies and hopefully we will be able to watch them.  Of course if I don't get off of here and take a nap soon it won't happen at all.  I'll be a party pooper asleep on the couch.  lol  I grabbed the first season of the Soprano's cause everyone raves about it.  Every time I go to the movie store I forget to grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention instead of having a cake on my bday, since the youngest really has to have a cake so he can blow out the candles.  I don't want 2 leftover cakes sitting on my counter talking to my gut.  Anyway, I decided that we are going to have build your own sundaes for my bday.  This way I can do low fat ice cream, non-fat herseys, then load it with some good caramel or whatever I want.  Oh and maraschino cherries of course.  Less fat than a cake, less guilt than a cake, and I'll forget about the leftovers in the freezer.  I always do anymore.  Don't you wish you could come to my party?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-5722703421070544775?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5722703421070544775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=5722703421070544775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5722703421070544775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5722703421070544775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/02/wasted-today.html' title='Wasted today'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8864316681868648451</id><published>2007-01-29T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:26:58.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess I got lost</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize how long it's been since I posted.  Work has been great.  I have 5 clients now and it's kind of spread out throughout the day, so it breaks it up quit a bit.  I just need another couple of clients to put in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new template for www.busymommawellness.com and started working on that yesterday.  I'll work a bunch on it today and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is out of town this weekend and I haven't been as productive as I'd hoped.  My scrapbook stuff got brought out last night, but I still didn't work on it.  I have to get a few pages done before they get home.  lol  I only have 3 appointments today, so can work on it in between.  And tomorrow I only have an appointment at 3 so I can stay up late tonight working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have saw 3 to watch.  I chickened out watching it last night cause it got too dark.  lmao  There's no one here to turn off the lights when I go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8864316681868648451?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8864316681868648451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8864316681868648451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8864316681868648451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8864316681868648451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/guess-i-got-lost.html' title='guess I got lost'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8076051408938373629</id><published>2007-01-21T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:17:45.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da BEARS!</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!  Bears are going to the superbowl!  Then to top it off...Prince is singing at halftime!  Did I mention that the superbowl is on my bday this year?  Fuckin' A RIGHT baby!  I'm in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that we are having a crab fest for the event.  I haven't decided who all will be invited to come over, but I do know they will be required to bring bottles of crown with them ;).  The superbowl is usually late now and I don't want everyone here all evening.  lol  Hubby will have to go to work for the second day on that Monday and the kids will have school in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Urlacher is going to the SUPERBOWL BABY!  Now that's hot!!!  Can't wait to see him with a ring on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8076051408938373629?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8076051408938373629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8076051408938373629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8076051408938373629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8076051408938373629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/da-bears.html' title='Da BEARS!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-5055097769227745131</id><published>2007-01-16T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:24:33.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another freakin' snow day!</title><content type='html'>Ummm, I'm pretty sure someone keeps talking about global warming.  You sure haven't been able to see it here.  Yes, we had a gorgeous long Summer.  But we have had more snow days this year than any year ever.  I've lived here all my life and the most snow days we've ever had were like 3.  Usually 2 is a heavy snow year.  lol  With the 2 weeks off for break in Dec. we haven't had a full week of school since the beginning of Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea why it's canceled.  Pissed me off cause they waited until 8:55 to cancel it.  I'm pretty sure that the 2 hours late start would have been just fine.  We are now going to school on June 27th.  This sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I work from home and set up my own appointments at the gym.  I only had 3 set up for today and 2 of them have rescheduled already.  I have to get ahold of the other guy.  Even if I can't get ahold of him, hubby will be home by then to watch the kids.  I can run out there for an hour appoinment.  :)  I'd prefer to stay home, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do to get paid.  bahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-5055097769227745131?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5055097769227745131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=5055097769227745131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5055097769227745131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5055097769227745131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-freakin-snow-day.html' title='Another freakin&apos; snow day!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3078840557420037809</id><published>2007-01-11T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T14:00:32.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKIN' ICE</title><content type='html'>K, I have noooo problem driving in the snow and some ice here and there.  But yesterday our district made the horrible choice of going to school on time.  It was bad, realy, really, really bad!  Never driven on so bad.  Now we went to college over in Spokane with a beater car and I never had a problem driving.  That's how bad it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have fun sliding around on our road, we are used to that.  But then I got onto the main road and it was a complete sheet of ice.  It looked like snow was in there, but alas, it was compacted into ice.  Some moron was stopped in the middle of the intersection.  Brakes of course don't want to work cause of the anti-locks, so can't even pump them a little.  Thankfully no one was in the other lane, so off I go to try to change lanes and go around if possible.  Oh, guess I won't.  Guess the kids and I will go sideways down the road in the suburban.  La-la-lala  I didn't even have time to panic.  Makes me feel good that I didn't, proves I'm a freakin' awesome driver.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have turned around then, but figured what the hell, I'm already half way to pick up the other girls.  Main hiway was stopped up because of a wreck.  Needless to say my friend and I kept the kids home for the day.  I can't believe we didn't atleast go 2 hours late like everyone around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was no school because it is even colder.  Doesn't look good for tomorrow either.  I've been so unproductive!  Not because they are home, but because I'm just off my schedule.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3078840557420037809?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3078840557420037809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3078840557420037809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3078840557420037809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3078840557420037809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/freakin-ice.html' title='FREAKIN&apos; ICE'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2772883584868664681</id><published>2007-01-11T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:25:39.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog for Cash</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while I get paid to post about companies.  Mostly I use affiliate programs and companies that I already use.  This is just a disclaimer telling you I so so.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2772883584868664681?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2772883584868664681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2772883584868664681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2772883584868664681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2772883584868664681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-for-cash.html' title='Blog for Cash'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2887803318784673837</id><published>2007-01-11T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:39:42.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly recipe list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family recipes'/><title type='text'>Help to all Mom's</title><content type='html'>I am a member of a couple of recipe services online.  This is just one thing to make my life easier.  Don't get me wrong, I do like to cook.  But there are days I don't want to come up with something on my own and I definitely don't want to make the old standby of tacos again.  lol  Dine Without Whine &lt;a href="http://www.dinewithoutwhine.com/amember/go.php?r=2233&amp;i=l3"&gt;Dinner Recipes&lt;/a&gt; takes care of that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week you will get a menu with the recipes and a shopping list.  How easy is that?  These recipes are picked by Mom's to make sure they are kid friendly and approved.  :)  They also have a free newsletter you can sign up for with a special recipe included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their &lt;a href="http://www.dinewithoutwhine.com/amember/go.php?r=2233&amp;i=l5"&gt;free sample preview&lt;/a&gt; and see just how easy it is to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-for-cash.html"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2887803318784673837?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2887803318784673837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2887803318784673837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2887803318784673837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2887803318784673837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/help-to-all-moms.html' title='Help to all Mom&apos;s'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3104010382745678355</id><published>2007-01-06T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:57:56.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go SEAHAWKS</title><content type='html'>Kick off is in 2 hours and 35 minutes.  I HATE THE COWBOYS!  I hope we stomp the crap out of them.  K, gotta go finish cleaning before everyone gets here.  Everyone wants to watch the games on my big screen.  Imagine that!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3104010382745678355?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3104010382745678355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3104010382745678355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3104010382745678355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3104010382745678355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-seahawks.html' title='Go SEAHAWKS'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-996407835092362262</id><published>2007-01-04T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T11:42:45.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day</title><content type='html'>But what can be expected from busy Momma, huh?  We actually got up on time this morning so I got my emails out of the way early.  Loved that!  Went and worked out immediately after dropping the kids off.  Double loved that!  Home for a shower, then off to the salon.  I can't freakin' wait to get my hair done.  Full treatment again baby.  Highlights, color, cut, the whole damn deal.  I've missed my beautiful red highlights.  I promise to work on pictures as many people have been waiting for an updated picture of me.  roflmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited right now I seriously feel like puking.  Hopefully it doesn't happen, but the suspense is killing me.  As I'm sure I've posted, don't have time to read back and check this minute, hubby has been offered a conditional job.  We are just waiting for the background check to go for him and the 4 other guys.  We know everyone on his has been contacted and most of the other guys too.  Well the Chief called and left a message a few minutes ago.  I'm sure it's about the job and I can barely hold my lunch down.  Damn it, I just ate and it's sitting in my gut like a lump of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby just called me back to get the number.  I threatened him with no forgiveness ever and lots of bodily harm if he doesn't call me right back.  lol  So now I sit and WAIT.  And WAIT.  Waiting.  Mother FUCKER, I hate waiting like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am packed with appointments of course.  And tomorrow I have 2 more in the evening.  So we can't go out and celebrate.  I've got to put out lots of prayers tonight.  Life is so fucking good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG.  It's official.  He is now a paid fire man.  He starts Feb. 1st.    I'M so damn proud of him!!!  Now I'm going to be a bawling mess all day.  lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-996407835092362262?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/996407835092362262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=996407835092362262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/996407835092362262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/996407835092362262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-day.html' title='Busy day'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3392938420018581354</id><published>2007-01-03T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:41:58.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working today</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I'm supposed to be.  I had too many errands to run and now I'm off.  I did make it into work this morning for a few hours and met a few new people, so that is cool.  I'm going to go back in later this afternoon and see if I can't get some appointments generated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is supposed to be my newsletter.  Guess I will run off and do that immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is already a mess and that pisses me off.  Here I'm working hard at keeping it clean and there is stuff everywhere.  lol  I'm sure it'll only take me minutes to tidy it up and a small load of dishes, but still.  Then there is the pile of clean clothes that still haven't folded themselves.  lmao  They'll still be there tonight, so no hurry I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess another reason I haven't gotten anything done now that I'm home is that I'm watching &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FCovenant-Steven-Strait%2Fdp%2FB000K4WPCC%2Fsr%3D8-1%2Fqid%3D1167859985%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Ddvd&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;The Covenant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=littlescrapbo-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;.  lol  I haven't gotten to watch movies in quite a while and I really missed it.  I'm not going into the gym for very long on Friday, so I think I'll watch some others.  There has to be some chick flix that I've missed.  BTW, this movie is pretty good.  Especially for a movie that is geared towards teens.  It's not a waste of time and it's not all gore and no story.  Plus there are hot, young guys with their shirts off ;)  SO it's all good!  Except for the fact that I'm not getting much done with it on!  YIKES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3392938420018581354?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3392938420018581354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3392938420018581354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3392938420018581354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3392938420018581354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/working-today.html' title='Working today'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4508744269803832721</id><published>2007-01-02T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:41:15.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target coupon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target deals'/><title type='text'>Too much shopping!</title><content type='html'>Like all the money on Christmas shopping wasn't enough, now we are buying up a ton of cleaning and organizing products.  We even bought a new vacuum.  And I was excited about it dang it!  How old and sick am I getting?  Excited about a vacuum?  K, it's really a pretty purple-blue and it has one of those bins you just untwist and dump the dirt out.  It's awesome!  It is a great deal at &lt;a href="http://www.couponchief.com/target_coupons/target.html"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; and you can use the coupon online for an even better deal.  Did I mention I can dump the little canister of dirt and dog hair in the garbage without a plume of dust in my asthmatic face?  It's a fact, I've gotten old.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a &lt;a href="http://www.couponchief.com/target_coupons/target.html"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; right down the road, but I still shop online instead.  I can use &lt;a href="http://www.couponchief.com/target_coupons/target.html"&gt;online coupons&lt;/a&gt; then instead of waiting for what I want to go on sale.  If there is a free shipping option it saved me even more because of gas.  lol  With my suburban, that is a big saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.couponchief.com/target_coupons/target.html"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; isn't the only online shop I get coupons for.  You can get &lt;a href="http://www.couponchief.com"&gt;promotion codes&lt;/a&gt; for many stores on the main page.  They are all stores I shop frequently with biz and personal, so why not save as much money as possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-for-cash.html"&gt;disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4508744269803832721?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4508744269803832721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4508744269803832721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4508744269803832721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4508744269803832721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-much-shopping.html' title='Too much shopping!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-246265750965275822</id><published>2007-01-01T13:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:31:46.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are...</title><content type='html'>Damn, I was so close to being Wonder Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;The Flash&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Flash&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=85&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 85%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=73&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 73%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Supergirl&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=73&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 73%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Iron Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=70&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 70%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=55&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 55%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=50&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 50%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Superman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=50&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 50%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=45&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 45%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Hulk&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=45&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 45%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Batman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=40&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 40%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Robin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=38&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 38%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Fast, athletic and flirtatious.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/flash.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-246265750965275822?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/246265750965275822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=246265750965275822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/246265750965275822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/246265750965275822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are.html' title='You are...'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8588277380160676775</id><published>2007-01-01T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:30:14.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggy New YEAR!</title><content type='html'>Wow, a completely sober New Year's Eve.  I can't even remember the last time that happened on purpose.  I mean there was the pregnant year, breast feeding year, then the pregnant year again, then the breast feeding year after that again.  I'm sure there was another time in there that I was sick, but can't recall exactly.  lol  But on purpose to not have a couple.  Some serious self-control there.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas I am on day 3 of cleaning.  We've taken 2 car loads to goodwill and I'm ready to load it back up as soon as he gets home from the gym.  We are so boring this weekend.  His friends couldn't believe we didn't come over last night, but I didn't want to go anywhere.  I'm bound and determined to get this damn house cleaned up.  The kitchen is pretty much done now.  I need to clean out all the cupboards themselves, but that is just too big a project for me right now.  So I'm moving down the hall to the bathroom.  I HATE HOUSEWORK!  And I seriously hate cleaning bathrooms.  My hands feel like sand paper after using chemicals for 3 days.  :(  Oh well, it will be worth it when I can work on my biz next week with no feelings of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, we finally switched the dvd players around so we can watch movies.  The one attached to my big screen keeps skipping and stopping.  Such a pisser.  So hubby switched the bedroom out and we've watched &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FConeheads-Dan-Aykroyd%2Fdp%2FB000059TER%2Fsr%3D1-1%2Fqid%3D1167773349%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Ddvd&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Coneheads&lt;/a&gt; this morning.  Now my kids have put my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FStrange-Brew-David-Beard%2Fdp%2FB00006FDCT%2Fsr%3D1-1%2Fqid%3D1167773225%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Ddvd&amp;tag=littlescrapbo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Strange Brew&lt;/a&gt; in and we are watching that.  lolol  Good grief I need to walk away and getting cleaning done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8588277380160676775?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8588277380160676775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8588277380160676775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8588277380160676775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8588277380160676775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2007/01/bloggy-new-year.html' title='Bloggy New YEAR!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3266295491612724928</id><published>2006-12-30T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:01:25.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>So many reasons why I could have a headache I just don't know where to start.  First, I probably had too much caffeine this morning and didn't get enough water until later in the afternoon.  Which it's only 4 here now, so it's not like it was that late.  lol  Second, I'm cleaning.  I mean CLEANING!  I haven't washed the tops of the cupboards for a couple of years and it's nasty.  I'm allergic to dust so go figure I have a headache.  Then I figured maybe it was cause my caffeine had worn off.  So I just had a few glasses of diet coke.  K, I had lots of diet coke.  But I'm cleaning for god sakes and I hate housework.  HATE HOUSEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure the real reason I have a headache is the reason why I am cleaning to begin with.  Yes, it all started with an argument before we even got out of bed this morning.  Wonderful huh?  I know, gotta love those.  I'm too private (I know that shocks you) to put it all in here.  Who knows if anyone around locally is reading this.  lol  But suffice it to say, it got me doing dishes immediately after getting up. After I checked emails of course, don't let's be stupid.  That lead to cleaning counters.  Which led to trying to clean out the oven.  Gave up on that sticky mess, but at least I got the chunks off.  Next thing I know I'm on my hands and knees washing the floor.  WTF!!!  Boy that pissed me off that it had let to that.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am half way through cleaning off the gunk from the top of the cupboards.  I hope this is the last time I have to do it before we move out of here.  No, we haven't sold the house, but I want to.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, my headache is getting a little better now.  Funny how venting will do that.  It's almost 5 o'clock here, let alone somewhere.  I'm going to do this next section of cupboards and then crack one open.  Ahhhh, sounds so good right now.  So much crap in here is going to goodwill it's not funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's back.  My son just asked if his friend could spend the night and my daughter wants to spend the night at hubby's friends house.  ARGHHHH, I've already told why I don't want her down there.  I can't stand his stupid bitch of a wife and I don't want my daughter around her.  Good grief, that's another 10 posts in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra bedroom may end up cleaned today too.  It's going to be a very long night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3266295491612724928?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3266295491612724928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3266295491612724928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3266295491612724928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3266295491612724928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/12/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3294643836785851168</id><published>2006-12-26T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T17:28:41.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, the christmas hangover</title><content type='html'>The weekend's been great, but now I've got a stuffed up head and a headache.  I'm sure it's just the let-down from the holidays.  Just in case I took a little nap today and I just grabbed a coffee.  So what if I won't sleep tonight?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was super good to me.  I was surprised as hell to find the family had bought me a 19" flat screen monitor.  Holy cow this thing is huge.  I'm in heaven.  lol  Not to mention the fact that I couldn't get in trouble for surfing the net all day yesterday.  I had to play with my new toy after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I got a heart rate monitor to use with my clients, gift certificate to the running shoe store here locally with a bunch of other goodies in it.  The movie strange brew and the new gwen stefani cd.  Strange Brew is my all time fav movie and I only had it on vhs.  The new gwenny cd is good, but I'm a little disappointed in how few dance tunes are on it.  Fun house cleaning cd though.  Oh wait, what am I saying?  I don't clean my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids seemed to be flying high with their stuff.  They still are.  lol  On Christmas Eve we started watching a Christmas Story which was very appropriate.  Hubby bought air soft pellet guns for the two of them for Christmas.  So all day yesterday we kept telling him not to shoot his eye out.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter is happy that Santa brought her a gamecube.  Super Mario Kart is her favorite game, so now she can play it to her hearts content.  Not to mention the sweet skateboard Daddy picked out for her.  ;)  They've already gotten to the age that everything is expensive.  Or maybe they just take after us?  roflmao  We were super impressed with their lists though, cause they don't just have big ticket items on them.  Heck, sons list had new shoes and sweatpants on it.  Boy my kids are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out when we can get up to go boarding.  Hubby said he'd be cranky no matter when we go since we won't be taking him.  lol  Oh well, he can't go this season and there's no reason we shouldn't!  Crystal mountain got 11" over Christmas Eve and it's supposed to totally dump up there all week!  I think Friday sounds like a good day to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I drank my coffee while typing this and now there is no more.  Guess I better go find some a Diet Coke or something.  My headache is still here.  :(  Hmm, maybe a tylenol would work better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to work on work stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3294643836785851168?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3294643836785851168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3294643836785851168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3294643836785851168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3294643836785851168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahh-christmas-hangover.html' title='Ahh, the christmas hangover'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-757567960737503391</id><published>2006-12-21T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:48:11.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been tagged</title><content type='html'>Well this may be difficult to come up with 5 things at all.  I'm not too private of a person.  lmao  Good thing I can keep this tab open and think about it for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://retta.blogspot.com/2006/12/5-things-you-likely-dont-know-about-me.html"&gt;Retta&lt;/a&gt;  hit me in the middle of the night with this one.  I went to bed late, so she must have been holding it in laughing as we were chatting through the night.  lol  So here's to finding something interesting that you don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I've had the same best friend for almost a quarter century.  Even though she moved out of town, we remained good friends growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have a tattoo of a ladybug with some daisies.  It's just the first of many, but I can't seem to justify the money to go get the others right now.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  St. Patty's day is my second favorite holiday.  Green is my favorite color and I'm Irish, what can I say.  Oh then to top it off it was the first real date hubby and I went on.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have a turtle that is a bigger bitch than I am.  I fill up her water and she immediately dumps it out and stares at me.  Then in the middle of the night when she's thirsty, she pushes the water bin against the glass.  OVER AND OVER AND OVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I was one of those odd little girls that actually had a pony.  lol  We were poor, but we got him for a very low price from one of my Dad's friend.  For all those little girls that want a pony, DON'T.  They are a lot of work unless you have the stable hands to take care of them for you.  lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, I hit 5 and that was difficult.  lol  Now here's 5 people that have to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momsonlineretreat.com/towers/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cougarstreet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gatsfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wahm-cafe.com/"&gt;Dianne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2wahms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kara and Anita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-757567960737503391?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/757567960737503391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=757567960737503391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/757567960737503391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/757567960737503391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/12/been-tagged.html' title='Been tagged'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7357427860306736780</id><published>2006-12-20T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:53:27.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Tired</title><content type='html'>Well I'm  too tired to be posting, but I'm on a freakin' mission and must finish it.  I had to post to all 4 of my blogs and then the 2 that I post to occasionally TODAY.  And this means that I have completed my mission.  I've left this blog until last cause this is my easiest blog.  But alas, I was up way to late last night and lost my mojo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to stay home today since work asked me to leave yesterday.  2 days earlier than I'd planned on, but hey, being home is much better for the holidays.  lol  So I had a big list of all the things I wanted done and I did a bunch of them.  Woohoo me!  Vaccuuming, dishes, and webstuff.  I'll hit the rest of it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was going to be working online so I let the kids each have a friend over for the night.  We even went and got movies.  Well hell if they aren't all wound up!  So instead of having 2 kids driving me crazy running and wrestling, I have had 4.  WTF was I thinking?  Aha, couldn't think.  PMS and not enough sleep.  I can not be held responsible for my own stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7357427860306736780?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7357427860306736780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7357427860306736780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7357427860306736780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7357427860306736780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-tired.html' title='Too Tired'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7356018256800094084</id><published>2006-12-19T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T13:20:12.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes at work</title><content type='html'>Well the bomb has to have been dropped at work, but my friend hasn't called me yet.  I feel bad not telling her ahead of time, but he asked me not to and I feel bad enough that I'd talked to who I had about it.  I'm no longer working the crazy schedule.  I will now be working whatever schedule I set at the new gym!  YIPPEE for me and my family.  Money will probably be tight as we adjust, but I know I will see it come in.  We are sitting ok right now for bills and I have complete confidence that I'm doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new gym is going to be fun.  I get to set my own appointments.  Don't have to be there if I don't have any appointments.  I literally, have no boss.  They just ask me to do some free workouts showing new members how to use the equipment correctly, once  a week.  Such a sweet trade.  Since I want to meet all the members anyway.  That is how you get new clients.  lol  Win, win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be a part of my own community again.  Be a part of my friends lives again.  But most of all, be around for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to total self-employment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7356018256800094084?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7356018256800094084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7356018256800094084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7356018256800094084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7356018256800094084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/12/changes-at-work.html' title='Changes at work'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2040246779429118138</id><published>2006-12-08T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:32:05.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>I gotta find some energy.  Maybe it's time for a doctors visit.  I'm just in an awful funk and have no idea how to get out of it.  It would probably help to get a good-full nights sleep.  I'll try that tonight first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2040246779429118138?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2040246779429118138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2040246779429118138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2040246779429118138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2040246779429118138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/12/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2852372057306307144</id><published>2006-12-07T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:23:04.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day</title><content type='html'>So not much to report right now.  Life is going really well and I don't want to jinx it by talking about it.  lol  We have lots in the works in the family and within the next week I'll post.  But there's just no telling who is reading this in my little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a jam packed day off tomorrow as usual.  Fitting in lots of web work, but this house is a sty and needs cleaning.  Then my daughter made honor roll!  Huge deal!  So I'm going to the assembly tomorrow for that.  And stopping at the gym on the way home.  I love the new gym, it takes away all my stupid excuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2852372057306307144?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2852372057306307144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2852372057306307144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2852372057306307144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2852372057306307144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-day.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-6138569097079016584</id><published>2006-12-07T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:05:01.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I sarcastic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Totally Sarcastic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-6138569097079016584?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6138569097079016584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=6138569097079016584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6138569097079016584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6138569097079016584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/12/am-i-sarcastic.html' title='Am I sarcastic?'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3699270876919427658</id><published>2006-12-01T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:31:07.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New day</title><content type='html'>I started the day off right by going to the new gym.  I'm not used to the equipment not being the top of the line, but I love that I can go whenever I want.  I hit the weights hard like old days and I'm sticking with that plan cause it makes me feel good.  If I don't lose all the weight, so be it.  I'll be happy and a little bigger.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went and grabbed movies and sushi.  YUMMMMY!  Ordered a different one and it was the bomb baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home to a voicemail that the fire chief wanted hubby to give him a call.  He did a good job of disguising if it was good news or bad news.  Hubby of course wasn't answering his phone at work so had to wait.  Not long though cause they got off work early for the Christmas party tonight.  See, there are no coincidences and I do notice how all of them line up cause I'm looking for them.  lol  And I say thank you after them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I ramble.  Me?  Really?  OK, you want to know what happened with the phone call?  They offered him a job.  It's conditional on getting through the background check and the medical eval, but those won't be a problem.  Our credit history is the only thing we worry about cause it sucks.  But we have never filed bankruptcy, we are doing the honorable thing and paying off our stupidity from youth.  SO hubby will be a paid fireman next year.  I'm so proud of him!  He's worked really hard and has wanted this really bad.  It will be amazing to see him happy to go to work.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3699270876919427658?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3699270876919427658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3699270876919427658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3699270876919427658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3699270876919427658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-day.html' title='New day'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7482957013935068592</id><published>2006-11-30T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:24:30.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad place right now</title><content type='html'>Well I can remember being at this point before.  It has been a few years now, but I understand what's happening.  I'm burnt out again.  I knew it was going to happen, but I didn't know it would hit all at once.  I got 10 hours of sleep and only got up once cause I was hoping it was snowing and not raining.  lol  So I should be refreshed right?  Nope, big black bags under my eyes and no energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of little stuff has gone down this week and none of it was very big or life threatening.  But I just can't deal with any of it right now.  I think last night was the final straw when I had to leave work early cause the kids had been home for too long alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's off to work again right now.  I have tomorrow off thankfully.  I didn't get to write all I wanted, so I'll revisit this later tonight.  I do have some things in the works to make a change, but that will mean some stress while we pay bills during the transition.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO BURNT OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVISITING:&lt;br /&gt;Well I did a full 12 hours at work yesterday.  Hmmm, any wonder why I'm burnt out?  No, there is no wondering.  I know and am just waiting for the transition to come full circle.  Yesterday sucked and I didn't get back on here.  I didn't even have the energy to watch tv and we know that is a sad state of affairs when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate to leave focus on negatives, so I'll tell the happy story of coming home last night.  Everyone was asleep of course by the time I got home and I was throwing a pity party in my head.  :)  I'm good at those if you ever need ideas.  I get towards the front door and see that they put the Christmas wreath up, but notice that there's no ribbon on it.  Odd, but thought maybe it looked like crap so they took it off.  Nope, I totally forgot that hubby ordered a wreath and centerpiece from a friends kid.  So I stood there with my face buried in the evergreens.  It was heavenly.  Brought tears to my eyes and was exactly what I needed to finish off the night in a better state of mind.  Enough about yesterday, I'm going to start a new post about today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7482957013935068592?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7482957013935068592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7482957013935068592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7482957013935068592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7482957013935068592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-place-right-now.html' title='Bad place right now'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8848627254934737986</id><published>2006-11-26T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:00:42.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!</title><content type='html'>Man oh man do I want to be on the mountain.  We drove over yesterday and the pass was full of snow with only one of the resorts open.  But our fav. resort www.skicrystal.com has been open for over a week now.  They got over 69" in the last week alone!  AHHHHH, me want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even snowed here this morning.  It's very wet and will be gone by mid day if even that cause the kids are playing with it all.  lol  But it's crazy that we've gotten a dusting this early.  It's supposed to be a great season and this just may be proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they are right about it being a hard core season.  Hubby won't be going since eh may be on probation for his new job.  It's taken him 5 years to get hired on and the last thing we want is for him to get an injury playing.  I'm going to have to take the kids up by myself this year.  :(  Won't be as much fun, but we'll make it work.  I just gotta find a friend to go with me.  lol  I don't know any other women that board or that will get up as early as we do so we can be first.  Stupid girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8848627254934737986?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8848627254934737986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8848627254934737986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8848627254934737986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8848627254934737986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/11/snow.html' title='SNOW!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-9145734880462080852</id><published>2006-11-19T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:38:23.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd today go?</title><content type='html'>Well I've done a lot of nothing today, but I've been really good at it.  I made breakfast, for myself.  Kids were gone and hubby didn't want any.  I stood my ground and said no I didn't want to go to his buddies house.  It would have been fun, but I didn't want to go anywhere.  I did mask my face and shave, so that's cool.  Oh and took a long shower also.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've advertised on a site with all 4 sites and searched around on here a lot.  roflmao  But realistically I haven't done all that I wanted to.  Oh, I've blogged on 2 of my accounts, so that is really good.  AND I found this really cool free mom makeover ebook and posted it to everyone I know.  lol  DUH, I forgot to post it here, so I'll get it on here for you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm redoing a lot in the coming weeks.  I'm overworked and underpaid.  Oh wait, that's over 3/4 of America.  But seriously.  I could have 9 clients a month and make the money I want.  That would be working 18 hours a week.  Instead of working 45-50 hours a week and making half the money I want.  Hmmm, is there a choice?  Fuckin' A NO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-9145734880462080852?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9145734880462080852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=9145734880462080852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/9145734880462080852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/9145734880462080852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/11/whered-today-go.html' title='Where&apos;d today go?'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4184025336548820095</id><published>2006-11-17T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:33:58.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost today</title><content type='html'>I've had so much on my mind and so much to do, that today just skipped past me.  But, a huge thing happened.  My desk is clean!  Also I went and reorganized my books and notebooks from school and many notebooks I have for biz.  I'll try to keep track of how long it takes for me to destroy the desk.  It's usually a few days, but since I'm gone most of the time now, maybe I can make it last a week.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a little pile next to me that needs to be put in appropriate places.  But with all the dust, I'm beat.  Allergies suck!  Oh and I vaccumed so that's not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through a lot of biz stuff lately and I hope it all calms down soon.  Nothing to post about for it yet cause the internet world is small, but some changes are in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very sad front.  I left a comment on the BuckCherry myspace last night.  Woke up this morning to a friends invite to Josh Todd's personal myspace.  WAHHHHH, what happened?  This crazy bitch is a nosy bitch and wants to know WTF!  K, so Josh's new album &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/joshtodd" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://64.147.180.80/JT1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is out.  It sounds great from the spots I listened to on myspace and I can't wait to get it.  But, where's Keith?  Some of us just gotta know!  If he's doing something else too, then I want that cd. So I was bummed when I saw the new album cause it leads me to believe that they are no more.  Hopefully that isn't the case, but yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to eat dinner and put the rest of these papers where they belong before I work on sites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4184025336548820095?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4184025336548820095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4184025336548820095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4184025336548820095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4184025336548820095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-today.html' title='Lost today'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3642230691922776778</id><published>2006-11-13T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:51:50.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still feeling icky</title><content type='html'>Well maybe I over did it yesterday.  I was able to keep food down by Sat. evening, and was starving yesterday, but now my tummy hurts and I have a headache.  :(  I have to go to work today, can't afford another day off.  Plus, I don't know what is on my schedule today.  I feel really bad for everyone that I did a no show with on Sat.  But unfortunately, I didn't care on Sat.  I would have had to be awake for more than a few minutes to care.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no working out today.  That is 4 days in a row.  But I'm sure I lost weight because of the flu, so we'll see how much in a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to top it off, we had a really bad windstorm come through last night and I didn't get any sleep.  That helped me a lot.  NOT!!!  Off to slop on some make-up and get out of here.  I hate being responsible somedays.  (sniffle, poor me, sniffle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3642230691922776778?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3642230691922776778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3642230691922776778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3642230691922776778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3642230691922776778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-feeling-icky.html' title='still feeling icky'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-5216632102927510654</id><published>2006-11-10T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:18:00.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry-over from yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday started off really, really well.  I went to a corporate wellness expo and talked to a bunch of cool people and even made some new sales.  So it was great.  Then along came time for the kids to get home from school and my Mom to pick them up.  They had half day and this was the third one in a row.  I'm not going to go into what happened, cause I really only know one side of the story, but it was bad.  WTF am I supposed to do over the cell phone?  Especially when I said I need to talk to him and I hear my Mom ask him if he wants to talk to me.  WTF???????!!!!!!!!!!!!  You do not ask the 8 year old if he wants to talk to him Mom when you are having a problem.  You TELL the 8 year old that his Mom wants to talk to him.  Needless to say, after he hung up on me everything got worse for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've only been given what happened by the 8 year old and we talked about it for 1/2 an hour last night.  He and I understand why it happened, but it's still not ok for him to get violent.  He needs to eat every 2-3 hours or his emotions get out of control for him.  Here at the house we haven't had a problem with it in about 2 years.  But I forget that others don't fully understand how important it is for him to eat since they haven't been witness to the mood swing that can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said my nephew could come over today, forgot I said that.  lol  But kind of figured it wouldn't happen becuase Mom wouldn't want to deal with whatever happened.  No such luck.  So she asks if hubby told me what happened and I said no, because we only saw each other for a few minutes last night, but that son and I had talked about what happened and what needed to happen in the future so it wouldn't happen.  She then proceeds to tell me that it's not ok for him to lay hands on people in anger.  NO SHIT!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She proceeds to tell me some more about how it's not ok and I explain the whole food situation and how that doesn't make it ok, but the fact that he really loses his control.  I think this is about when the conversation got me cranky and defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "he needs to understand that it's not ok".  &lt;br /&gt;me:  "he does understand"&lt;br /&gt;her:  "well he obviously doesn't"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "if you ask him right now he will tell you it's not ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;repeat a few times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her that he does know right now if you talk to him about how wrong it is, but that he gets so frustrated after he hasn't eaten that he can't use that good judgement he has.  BLah, blah, it's not ok.  I finally asked her how she wanted me to handle it differently.  Does she want me to beat him?  No of course not, but wtf does she want me to do differently than what I did?  I didn't get an answer about what I should do differently.  This is how living in that house was, no wonder why I moved out 2 days after graduation.  Nothing I've ever done is good enough.  Which is fucking ironic cause I'm not the single parent that has never moved out and is 30 years old!  Don't tell me how to raise a son, you fucked up with yours!  Oh oh, I'm getting super pissed now.  Maybe it's time for me to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess hubby and I will have to talk about it tonight and ruin our evening.  I can't have this hanging over me now and I want to hear what my Mom's side of the story wass.  I just didn't want to hear it from her this morning.  I'm sure I should have asked, but just wasn't up for it.  The conversation was long enough as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a great note, hubby passed the first fire dept. test and will move on to the other tests now.  That was a major accomplishment and another reason why I didn't want to talk about the issue last night.  It was supposed to be a night to celebrate.  It's only 11am and I want a martini bad now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it all that isn't enough.  My mother lovin' hosting won't let me update either site.  I rarely have time to do updates, so to do them and then not be able to update it sucks!  I can't put my newsletters out either until I get those updates online.  WAHHH, let's do over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-5216632102927510654?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5216632102927510654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=5216632102927510654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5216632102927510654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5216632102927510654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/11/carry-over-from-yesterday.html' title='Carry-over from yesterday'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-1917781086927144653</id><published>2006-11-05T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:35:30.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working a sunday ;(</title><content type='html'>Well it can't be helped.  Or I guess it could be, but I want a piece of the money.  lol  Tonight is a big fundraising event at the mall and our gym is hosting the pre-party for all the shoppers.  So I'm off to work tonight from 5-11pm.  UGH!  Tomorrow is going to be a long day with such little sleep, but if I get a piece of the 40-50 memberships that sign up it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main problem is I have a new committment to working out, so after work I am going to do 20 min. of cardio.  I figure I may as well, everyone will be asleep when I get home anyway.  So that gets me home sometime around midnight.  Then back up again in the morning at 6 to get kids off to school and get ready to go to work again.  :(  It will all be good.  I also have to leave work early wed. and thurs. because of conferences, so the extra hours today work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next commission check will be Christmas and I have to remind myself of that.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm doing the everlovin' laundry.  I knew I should have done my load of pants last night.  One pair isn't supposed to be dried in the dryer, but I'm going to have to anyway cause I want to wear them tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to make lists of chores for the kids.  They aren't picking up the slack this week.  Does anyone else have the annoying knats in the house?  I know they are always around this time of year, but they still drive me crazy!  Time to deep clean the house so they will die sooner.  Off to get ready for work and watch The Break Up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-1917781086927144653?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1917781086927144653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=1917781086927144653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1917781086927144653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/1917781086927144653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/11/working-sunday.html' title='working a sunday ;('/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3043755709115717858</id><published>2006-11-03T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:21:22.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unproductive</title><content type='html'>Not sure what's up, but I've been so scatter brained today.  And I guess it actually has been more this week than just today.  I have no idea what is up.  I'm not normaly like this and if I am it's only for a day at most.  I have no memory right now for the little stuff.  One of those "if my head wasn't attached..." kind of feelings.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it will be better tomorrow.  When I was at work today it was actually better than normal.  Of course I was only supposed to be at work to work out, but there was a new joiner that needed a tour and I figured why not make some money while I'm there.  lol  So I toured him with no make-up, messy hair in a ponytail and my workout clothes on.  He still joined with me looking so scary.  He must be committed to losing the weight.  rofl  OH and btw, I didn't steal a sale from one of the trainers that was working today.  The receptionist had called 3 times to get someone when I walked in the door.  It was just karma that I got there at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today though.  I had a bunch of stuff I really wanted to get done today, but couldn't focus on any one thing.  I had a bunch of different windows open on the computer and never really finished any of the projects.  I think tomorrow I will work on prioritizing my list while I'm at work.  Then I will hit one thing hard on Sunday morning and finish it.  Newsletters are probably the biggest one to hit.  So I'll put those first and get them out asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, better go and get some sleep.  It's a long day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3043755709115717858?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3043755709115717858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3043755709115717858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3043755709115717858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3043755709115717858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/11/unproductive.html' title='Unproductive'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3005236819197115276</id><published>2006-10-27T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:15:14.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up to late</title><content type='html'>[gasp]Like that's a shocker.  I'm usually sitting here too late with my farting dog under my feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really meant to go to bed around 9:30 tonight.  I am going to blame it on &lt;a href="http://www.stitchingthenightaway.com/"&gt;Loretta&lt;/a&gt;.  Yes, that's the problem.  I don't get to talk to friends and she is online chatting with me right now, so it's her fault.  roflmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be alert at work at 8am and I know I won't be very alert right now.  I will have to grab money from hubbies wallet for the morning.  I see a very large sugar-free rockstar in my future.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many new ideas are flowing for my scrapsite and it's pretty exciting!  If you are a digi kit designer wanna-be, then send me a line.  Just put kit designer in the sigline so I see it.  :)  I'm really looking forward to working with some other home-based Mom's that want to make some extra cash.  Oh and if you'd like to moderate some message boards please also send me a line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3005236819197115276?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3005236819197115276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3005236819197115276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3005236819197115276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3005236819197115276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/up-to-late.html' title='up to late'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8002261087650627226</id><published>2006-10-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:29:49.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss my old blog</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling sorry for myself.  I'm missing my WP blog tonight.  I'm very thankful that I got a bunch of the posts pulled out of space.  But I actually miss the better organization of WP.  That's saying a lot for this unorganized soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hoping that blogger beta will sharpen up and let me sort by catagorie soon!  I sent it off in my comments when they asked.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8002261087650627226?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8002261087650627226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8002261087650627226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8002261087650627226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8002261087650627226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/miss-my-old-blog.html' title='Miss my old blog'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2287317793296075532</id><published>2006-10-26T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:09:36.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January 31st, 2006   Whining</title><content type='html'>Yes, it’s more of a whine, than a bitch but shut-up. When I was prego with my youngest my doctor gave me the choice of being induced on the 3rd or the 4th. The 4th being my bday I asked if we could do the 5th so I wasn’t in the hospital on my bday like the 2 generations before me having their youngest child! WAHHH, never before this year have I felt the loss of my birthday. I’ve always had pretty crappy birthdays, so I don’t hold a lot of stock in them. But this year in order for him to have his slumber party they need to be here on my bday. There’s no question of that and I’m ok with it, but I still need to whine about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m also pmsing, so that’s not helping me cope with it. Next weekend we will have my parents (the best in the world) watch the kids so we can go snowboarding together on the big runs. I really, really selfishly wanted to move son’s bday party and go on my birthday. But, I will play the martyr like always and do what is right for the kids. God knows I don’t want them ever to think their bdays aren’t special, like I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can turn this into a bitch real quick though. Here goes: My parents forgot my 16th birthday. I’d assume by now that this is a figment of my imagination, but I’ve had the same best friend since I was 8. lol And they didn’t even have a good excuse like on 16 Candles of a wedding or something. I was just forgotten. K, now I feel better. I would much rather bitch than whine!!! See, top that birthday crap. I have more if you can take them. roflmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2287317793296075532?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2287317793296075532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2287317793296075532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2287317793296075532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2287317793296075532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/january-31st-2006-whining.html' title='January 31st, 2006   Whining'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-5045203290100783065</id><published>2006-10-26T21:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:08:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 3rd, 2006   Rock on</title><content type='html'>It’s been really busy around here. I have 2 weeks and 2 days left of school and I’m working real hard at getting most things done this week. I have my final over the whole years worth of anatomy physiology on Monday, so lots of studying going on there. I’m only half way through the study guide and I spent 4 hours on it yesterday. :( I want it done today so a friend and I can compare our notes. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, only 2 1/2 weeks until some money will start coming in. Boy this is much needed. I’m ready to start doing the summer play but we are broke. lol I’m dropping weight, therefore it’s time to get clothes, but we are broke. Damn it! Gotta get to marketing and get my sorry butt down to the gym to talk to them about training people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a side-note we had a blast last weekend with some friends. It was 75 here last friday and I was at work just dieing to BBQ. So I called everyone up and only one couple could make it. Good enough for a party for me. lol It was great to get together with friend. Haven’t done that much since school started. Sat. we spent the entire viciously raining day nursing hangovers and then sunday it was gorgeous again. We watched a ton of movies and did a lot of nothing. I was completely rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it’s been forever since I’ve been on here I hadn’t posted my good luck. I was trying all weekend 2 weeks ago to win tickets to the KISW rock girl gala and was having a heck of a time getting through. The phone rang a few times and had my hopes up. Then that following Monday I actually got a person on the line. HOLY CRAP! I’d won the freakin tickets. I couldn’t stop jumping up and down, the kids thought it was hilarious. Yes, they know that Mom is a freak. As long as they don’t think I’m normal I’m ok with that. :) Tomorrow we will be up at the showbox (21 and over club) for a huge deal. They are picking the rock girls for the radio station (don’t care much), but Buck Cherry is playing, Evans Blue and the New Originals. I LOVE BUCK CHERRY! You can’t even get there album around here. It’s always sold out. But you can hear the entire new album on their website, so guess what I’ve been listening to over and over. lol Oh did I mention I won these, so it’s a free date with hubby? At a damned rock concert in a small venue! Holy crap I can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend went to the Tool concert last night and I can’t wait to hear how that went. The album went on sale yesterday and they chose Seattle to kick off the new tour. At a small venue as well I might add. Yes, we are still the center of the universe for many things that are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-5045203290100783065?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5045203290100783065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=5045203290100783065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5045203290100783065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5045203290100783065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/may-3rd-2006-rock-on.html' title='May 3rd, 2006   Rock on'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-974228827119204067</id><published>2006-10-26T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:07:34.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 7th, 2006   WOOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>Hey now, you’re a rock star, get your game on, go hey! Oh wait, wrong band. lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was awesome and I have the bruises to prove it. I was front and center the entire concert. I am so bruised and I know that I need to thank hubby for my not being even more bruised. Hubby was behind me, literally covering my ass. So I know that he kept the moshers and the surfers off of me, God love him. lol&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire concert right at the guitar man! I was at Keith’s feet the entire time. Fuckin’ A he’s hot! I’m pretty sure the kids are all hungry by now and of course that will be my job to feed them. lol Damn responsibilities! When are they coming back in concert? Better go check. I’d travel quite a ways to go see them again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-974228827119204067?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/974228827119204067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=974228827119204067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/974228827119204067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/974228827119204067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/may-7th-2006-wooooooooo.html' title='May 7th, 2006   WOOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-5117760479378811723</id><published>2006-10-26T21:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:07:07.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 27th, 2006   Buck Cherry again</title><content type='html'>Sick of me yet on this? TOO FREAKIN BAD! So hope everyone caught them on Jimmy Kimmel live on Wed. night. It wasn’t the best performance, sound was pretty off, but it was them on national tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not happy that every time they are in the northwest now it’s a bad time to go. Next time they are in portland is my daughters bday party. Can’t runaway that night. lol So I’ll keep checking their site for more dates to show up. But they’ve got to come around soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-5117760479378811723?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5117760479378811723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=5117760479378811723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5117760479378811723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5117760479378811723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/june-27th-2006-buck-cherry-again.html' title='June 27th, 2006   Buck Cherry again'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-6140209051408086666</id><published>2006-10-26T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:06:38.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 27th, 2006   Black Crowe’s</title><content type='html'>I can’t believe I forgot to post about this.  Good grief.  So I got my triple 999 club newsletter one monday morning and it had a link for tickets to go see the black crowe’s for 9.99.  I thought, yeah right, they will be out on the grass.  Still good, but not sure if hubby would want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ended up working that day and he calls my cell phone back.  Says hell ya he wants me to buy them.  Didn’t really have a doubt, he really likes them and we just couldn’t swing full price.  So I call him and get on ticketbastard.  Low and behold, these are good seats and undercover.  In WA you really do want undercover in June, you never know what the weather will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His buddy at work couldn’t believe it.  I knew I should have bought a few more tickets and sold them.  But then the concert is on Sat. and hubby tells me on Sat. morning that his buddy got a free ticket and we are meeting up with them to ride the shuttle to the concert.  Good times.  We all got unexpected tickets.  NO other wives are there of course, why am I the only one that loves this stuff?  Can’t I find a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert was awesome.  We saw some other friends from high school that have a band and are going to go watch them this weekend.  Hubby had come to realize that I can’t sit at a concert no matter how far away from the stage we are.  ;)   It’s just not possible when you feel the groove man!  And we then went out to breakfast at the casino.  Didn’t get home until a little after 2am.  Felt like a baby again!  We slept until afternoon and woke up to a beautiful day.  It was a truly wonderful and fun weekend.  Thanks Black Crowes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-6140209051408086666?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6140209051408086666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=6140209051408086666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6140209051408086666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6140209051408086666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/june-27th-2006-black-crowes.html' title='June 27th, 2006   Black Crowe’s'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4536800460159282001</id><published>2006-10-26T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:06:10.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 27th, 2006   Searching around</title><content type='html'>And found some articles about Buckcherry.  I know, I know, shut up right?  lol  NO!  It’s my damn blog, so there.  You can read a cool article from Keith here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note, I got my myspace account set up.  It’s really just for my friends to check out and bug me.  :)   But it’s fun to load blinkies and graphics on there and you can change the layout super quick.  Oh and load music on it.  I like that option too.   For those of you that do read this blog it will mostly be rehash of any good info on myspace.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4536800460159282001?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4536800460159282001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4536800460159282001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4536800460159282001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4536800460159282001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/june-27th-2006-searching-around.html' title='June 27th, 2006   Searching around'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-2771875420422921901</id><published>2006-10-26T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:04:14.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 9th, 2006   MIA poster</title><content type='html'>yes, I’ve been MIA and yes I don’t care. lol I had 2 weeks off from school and it wasn’t nearly enough. This week is pure hell trying to get back into the swing of things when I don’t wanna anymore! 11 weeks and counting until graduation, none too soon. If I can’t find a nutrition program online there is no way I’m going back to school this fall. I just can’t take all this anymore while trying to work. Especially since I’ve got my 2 clients to train and I’m working at the espresso stand. BURNING OUT FAST HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier kind of note, my computer is not broke. I’ve been without it for almost4 days when the screen faded to black. I’ve been trying not to cry for 4 days and done a damn good job of that I must say. Then today it dawned on me that the computer would come on and there was just nothing on the screen. DUH, maybe it’s my 16 month old flat screen monitor that I FREAKIN love and now HATE! It was of course the problem because here I sit. So now I’ve got the older than dirt, hugest monitor in the world, back on the computer. Pissed off because the good one is broke, but this old one came from the boeing surplus for cryin’ out loud and has seen more hours of work than can be imagined. Technology sucks! But…I’m back on! YIPPEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-2771875420422921901?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2771875420422921901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=2771875420422921901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2771875420422921901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/2771875420422921901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/march-9th-2006-mia-poster.html' title='March 9th, 2006   MIA poster'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8220467220528368915</id><published>2006-10-26T21:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:03:11.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January 23rd, 2006   Are you KIDDING?</title><content type='html'>Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap. The Seapigs are going to the Superbowl! We still can’t believe it around here. We are always the bottom of the league and it’s just amazing we didn’t choke. I am a fair weather Hawks fan and wish them luck. But, I am a Steelers fan and love Bill Cower. So, whatever the outcome it’s all good in our household! lol It’s finally going to be an awesome Superbowl. We’ve had so few of those lately. I just can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my son’s bday that day so he’s excited and thinks we should go to the game for his bday. lol I tried to tell him that the game has been sold out for quite a while. Then he said that we should call them and have them say happy birthday to him on the air. He thinks he’s the only one with a birthday on that day. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on a side note, my bday is super bowl sunday this year. lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8220467220528368915?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8220467220528368915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8220467220528368915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8220467220528368915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8220467220528368915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/january-23rd-2006-are-you-kidding.html' title='January 23rd, 2006   Are you KIDDING?'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4765436354795327580</id><published>2006-10-26T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:01:55.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 18th, 2006   Friends (favorite post)</title><content type='html'>Well I’m not sure where this post should go.  Not even sure if I should be posting it.  But I will.  I have a feeling a changing of friends is on it’s way.  This makes me sad and happy at the same time.  Enough said on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I look for in a friend.  BTW, I usually hang out with hubby’s friends because I get tired of the crap from women.  Just in case you haven’t been reading past posts.&lt;br /&gt;1.  No whining.  Bitching is just fine.  It makes us feel better to get it off our chest.  But whining means that you want to rehash it and rehash it and hope that everyone feels sorry for you.  I don’t have time for you.&lt;br /&gt;2.  No guilt trips.  If I’m busy, I’m busy.  I will call you.  But don’t spend the first 5 minutes of the conversation laying a guilt trip on me.  I probably only had 5 minutes for the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Respect that I want to hang with hubby.  Yes, I do love to go out with the girls.  But, I don’t want to go out and check out guys.  I don’t necessarily want to go out and dance with many other guys.  I married my hubby for a reason.  I know it’s a novel idea, but (shockingly) he is my best friend and we (gasp) enjoy each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Get out of the mall.  I don’t do malls.  The only malls I will walk around and waste time in, have my daughter in them.  I will go and spend time with her cause she wants to be there.  Otherwise, 4 stores is about my limit.  I don’t have enough time to do the mall all day and I definitely don’t have the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure there are a few more, but those are the real one’s that matter.  It’s no surprise to most that I’m not a girly-girl.  It’s just me.  Don’t gasp because I’ve used the same purse for over a year.  lol  My daughter has a ton of purses already, so I’m starting to use hers.  I will be ok.  Meet me at the top of the ski lift and we’ll chat on the way down.  Oh wait, you’ll have to catch me.  I’ll meet you in the bar for a pitcher.  I don’t do just glasses of beer.  ;)   Toast to my new friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4765436354795327580?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4765436354795327580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4765436354795327580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4765436354795327580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4765436354795327580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/may-18th-2006-friends-favorite-post.html' title='May 18th, 2006   Friends (favorite post)'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4960643732826631683</id><published>2006-10-26T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:00:59.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 22nd, 2006   Still bad attitude but…</title><content type='html'>Someone above has granted me some help. ;) I was still in a bad attitude when I went to internship today. First appointment was a no show, big surprise, so I decided to go to the circuit class and have my ass kicked. Boy did she! She was great. I wrote down the whole thing and plan on using it many times. We ran lines, did wall sits, side stepped the length of the gym, both ways! YAHOOO, I’m going to be rolling out of bed in the morning. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then I had down time. Went to dinner with a friend and had a good time chatting. Really wanted to go home still, but had a 9 o’clock appt. It was another guy. Did anyone miss that I want to work with other Mom’s? K, this is actually really good because I’ve had to break out of my comfort zone. Not only were both my appt’s that showed up guys, but they were also both 59 years old. lol Both in shape though, so that was cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m taking this guy around. He is telling me more and more about why he wants to build strength. Showing me the moves he has to make for his sport sailing, so I’m frantically trying to jot stuff down. Now we didn’t start off the appt. knowing anything about the sailing. lol I did know that he had some bone density issues, but he said he was on medication for that. But, I still changed up his workout to help build some back up. He was happy to hear that was possible. So yada yada, he kept telling me he was happy about all the new stuff he was learning. Stroking my ego, yep, I do have one. :) I didn’t have the calculation or a calculator to figure out his target weight, too many numbers in my head. So I told him I would get it to him next week, no problem. We did it real fast and I went up to where he was working out, gave him the number which was about where he likes to be anyway and he starts chatting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out, his doc didn’t tell him anything about exercise to improve bone density. He’s merely put him on medication. Come to find out, this guy quit the medication 4-6 weeks ago because he found out one of the side-effects was depression. He’d been on it for a year and a half and was having issues with depression and he’d never before had problems. So we chatted about that a little and he told me how happy he was to hear of this alternative. He has some other things, but we are going to tackle them at a later date. I was not looking forward to this appointment and I really almost passed it on to someone else. I wanted to go home. But it’s amazing how things are put in our space to help us. I am on top of the world right now that I just helped someone feel like there is hope with out medication!!! ON TOP OF THE FREAKIN WORLD! This is why I’m in school. To help educate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4960643732826631683?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4960643732826631683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4960643732826631683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4960643732826631683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4960643732826631683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/march-22nd-2006-still-bad-attitude-but.html' title='March 22nd, 2006   Still bad attitude but…'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-8915987596076186014</id><published>2006-10-26T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:00:06.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 16th, 2006   Easter evening</title><content type='html'>The baskets are stuffed and the eggs are out. It’s freakin’ 35 degrees out. Yes, very below norm here in the Seattle area. The ski resorts have incredible snow still. And I’m sick that we have spent as much money as we can up there. Tomorrow is the last day of ski season and we can’t go. WAHHHHHHHHH Anyway, everything is set and I know they will be happy about it. They each got 2 new pairs of shoes and a new outfit, plus candy. I went to 3 stores to find the damned chocolate eggs with the peeps in them. I don’t think they even know they exist, but I saw them on a commercial and knew they will love them. So I had to have them so I could be the bestest easter bunny ever. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby went and hide 70 some odd eggs. Yeah, I know you are supposed to keep count, but I’ve had a couple of beers and don’t give a crap. lol Anyway, I filled the plastic eggs and set the bag for him to put them out and he immediately said, “Finally the best part of the holiday!”. OOOOOOHHH, I’m teary eyed. Daddy loves to hide the eggs and then make fun of the kids while they try to find them. No wonder why I love him so much. tee-hee-hee These kids are going to be so wonderfully twisted as adults. We may actually still want to hang out with them when they get older. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, (see above that we are broke from snowboarding so much this year) our anniversary is today. This is the exact opposite weather of our wedding. It was almost 70 on the day we were married 12 years ago. Tomorrow we will be lucky to hit 50 I hear. Since it’s actually on Easter this year we won’t get any time to ourselves. But we have plans to runaway in May after my graduation. I’m already planning plates of oyster shooters at FX McRory’s in Seattle. bahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-8915987596076186014?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8915987596076186014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=8915987596076186014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8915987596076186014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/8915987596076186014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/april-16th-2006-easter-evening.html' title='April 16th, 2006   Easter evening'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4124710041300469658</id><published>2006-10-26T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:59:10.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 9th, 2006   Garage saleing</title><content type='html'>My daughter and her best friend (neighbor) came up with the idea to sell a bunch of their barbies.  They made signs and BF’s dad went and put them up.  They’ve been out there for only a day and a half and the little turkey’s have made $30!  I never make crap at my garage sales.  lol  Their signs merely say Doll Sale too.  Who would have thought it would bring in this kind of traffic.  We had cars driving by at 8 and the girls posted 11.  roflmao&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I have now taken stuff across the street for them to sell.  I told them I’d split it 50/50 with them so they are excited.  I had planned to take stuff over to my friends yard sale for her to sell, but why bother?  Hubby doesn’t want to drag the dining room table back and forth, but I just might have the girls help me.  We want that and a coffee table gone too.  Boy wouldn’t they be excited to sell that!  lol&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is if you want to make money at your next garage sale, have some kids do it for you!  I’m pretty sure there is a guilt factor in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4124710041300469658?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4124710041300469658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4124710041300469658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4124710041300469658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4124710041300469658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/july-9th-2006-garage-saleing.html' title='July 9th, 2006   Garage saleing'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-3088312628795862074</id><published>2006-10-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:58:22.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beware sporadic posts coming</title><content type='html'>I am going to go through the cached pages in google and copy and paste old posts before I lose them.  I seriously hope to get my wordpress back up and running someday, but for now I just have to get them back on here for personal reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beware of the posts being dated super weird.  lolololol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-3088312628795862074?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3088312628795862074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=3088312628795862074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3088312628795862074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/3088312628795862074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/beware-sporadic-posts-coming.html' title='beware sporadic posts coming'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7611436908927656670</id><published>2006-10-23T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:36:06.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be PMS</title><content type='html'>Well I think it's going to be a bad one.  I have even less patience for stupid people right now.  I was hit by a minimum of 3 morons at work today.  I was ready to bite someone's head off if I had to deal with another one!  And it's the little things that set it off.  ARGHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that said, I had some great laughs with the great members and my clients today.  So I know it's the stupid fuckers that got to me.  I hope tomorrow will be better.  I have a stacked day so at least it should go fast if it sucks.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST is on tomorrow and they keep playing all these teasers that we are going to find out so much info tomorrow.  YEAH right!  I'll believe that tomorrow night when I see it.  lol  I'm always more LOST after watching the show than I was at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get to a ticketbastard location tomorrow.  My daughter wants Jinglebell bash tickets for her bday present and the online charges were horrendous.  I'm hoping a couple of them will be dropped by going.  Of course I guess I better figure out where the closest one is.  I know Freddy's sells through ticketbastard, but not sure if somewhere is closer.  The kids at work will know.  ;)  Here goes over a hundred bucks in tix and fees!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7611436908927656670?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7611436908927656670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7611436908927656670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7611436908927656670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7611436908927656670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/must-be-pms.html' title='Must be PMS'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-6788812915901029369</id><published>2006-10-14T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:05:42.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddess of course</title><content type='html'>If there was a doubt, you really don't know me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:437; 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| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/Lorac/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=7442"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-6788812915901029369?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6788812915901029369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=6788812915901029369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6788812915901029369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6788812915901029369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/goddess-of-course.html' title='Goddess of course'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-4201001701208462972</id><published>2006-10-14T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:59:11.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boards, oiy!</title><content type='html'>I love my boards, but they are a lot of work.  I love being able to go in there and make multiple posts in a day and know that many people that don't post will benefit from my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, they have been down for about 2 1/2 weeks!  WTF?  Yes, that long.  It's sad and sick.  It was a little thing to a great web guy to fix, but I'd tried a few things along the way and couldn't do it.  Why try to fix it when a professional can go in and fix it in seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other updates are on the way for the boards and I will hang out on phpbb.com so I can keep better up to date on how to do things myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, the kids have gotten along way too well up till now and I hear major lauging going on in the bedroom.  Never a good sign.  I don't see the dog either, EVEN WORSE SIGN!  BRB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, dog is safe, kids are dorks.  Time for them to go to bed.  They want a sleepover in daughters room and that looks like it will work ok.  We'll see 10 minutes from now where I stand on the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was long today.  Even with the 2 1/2 hour break so I could run back up here and go to little one's football game.  I'm super glad I did and I need to figure some things out.  I really don't like not being more involved.  I don't know any of the parents on our team and I'm not ok with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-4201001701208462972?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4201001701208462972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=4201001701208462972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4201001701208462972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/4201001701208462972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/boards-oiy.html' title='Boards, oiy!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-7400865859937522774</id><published>2006-10-13T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:23:48.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted day</title><content type='html'>It was my day off today and I got it off for the most part.  The kids were home from school so that was cool, no getting up to take the oldest.  I still needed to go train a client and grab a few groceries, but that was only a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've wasted most of the day looking for and putting up new skins on my blogs.  lol  I really should have put new boards up, but alas that is not as fun.  UGH, the wasted time I'll never get back.  It's already 6:30 and dinner hasn't been started, the kitchen is a mess and I have to get up early cause I have an 8 am client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it happens, at least I got to sleep in.  Oh and we have the movie Click to watch tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to start working on tracking down my old posts in google and copy and paste them in here so I don't have them lost forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-7400865859937522774?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7400865859937522774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=7400865859937522774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7400865859937522774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/7400865859937522774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/wasted-day.html' title='wasted day'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-6989642791643778067</id><published>2006-10-11T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T08:28:18.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rough start to morning</title><content type='html'>UGH, I was running around this morning and I usually have breakfast at 7:30ish.  I was too busy to grab something and I was really good and took my vitamins earlier.  YIKES!  I'm finally eating now at 8:20 and my stomache feels so bad.  I wasn't paying attention to the time factor and I know better than to take pills on an empty stomache.  I'll feel better in a few minutes, but boy it's not the way to start the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to post to my weightloss blog and it's having problems now too.  I'm just going to forget this hosting on my own anymore.  From now on I will just stick to my blogger accounts so I don't have to hassle with it anymore.  I'm so done with trying to log into my blog and haven't it not connect.  Now that there are a ton of blogger templates to choose from I don't have a problem with it at all.  So see ya WP, I loved using you, but I'm tired of the hassle.  Now I just have to search around a little and find a cool template for the other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boards are still down and I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that.  I'm tired of messing with them and I don't really want to hire someone to go in and fix them.  But there is so much info on them that it makes me sick to just start over.  I guess I better just suck it up and hire someone to help out and fix them before I lose all of my visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me know if there are any good blogger template sites you have out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-6989642791643778067?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6989642791643778067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=6989642791643778067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6989642791643778067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/6989642791643778067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/rough-start-to-morning.html' title='rough start to morning'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266581.post-5440125685265550358</id><published>2006-10-10T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T08:12:38.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye salon day</title><content type='html'>I have been looking forward to my salon day this Friday for weeks.  We've been broke while we paid bills ahead and I've waited (as usual) til my hair looks like crap to go in and get a cut.  We'll see how big my check is today and then I even was going to get color again.  :)  I miss my red highlights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the daily email bulletin from the school and went to change the 1/2 day date that they sent me and figure I'd better go look at the school lunch menu and put other days off and 1/2 days on the calendar too.  Well good thing I did, cause low and behold, no school this friday!!!  WTF  :(  I already have my day off taken over by a 2 hour training session at work.  So now I won't be able to go enjoy an hour in a chair doing nothing.  I don't want the kids at my parent's when I could actual spend some time with them, so salon is out.  RATS!  I don't want to end up at supercuts on Sunday either damnit!  WAHHHHHH  This mop can't go another week.  Hopefully they have an opening on Thursday.  I guess I could take a long lunch, but that still won't be as relaxing.  Good thing the salon is in my work.  I don't even have time for a 10 min. commute to somewhere.  WORKING FULL-TIME SUCKS!  But my check today will be good.  lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day is pretty stacked which is good.  I prefer that to being on the phone all day.  I guess I'll have to do that anyway though cause I think I have quite a few openings on Thurs.  So another workday is about to begin and I have 2 appt.'s first thing when I walk in the door.  I had one mug of coffee, but by the way this day has started, I can tell I'm going to need a rockstar in a couple of hours.  lol  I'm going to work on making sure the rest of my day goes awesome.  It's all about positive thinking damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8266581-5440125685265550358?l=busymomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5440125685265550358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8266581&amp;postID=5440125685265550358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5440125685265550358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266581/posts/default/5440125685265550358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busymomma.blogspot.com/2006/10/bye-bye-salon-day.html' title='Bye bye salon day'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721735312086445400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVqO75Wyt_k/TRy63vKWBOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jl-gp8EOwPY/S220/firefighterwife-125.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
