<?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-1054187054723174266</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:50:24.785-06:00</updated><category term='oops'/><category term='dad'/><category term='bored'/><category term='football'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='New Year&apos;s 2009'/><category term='blog'/><category term='hair'/><category term='pms'/><category term='first time'/><category term='computer'/><title type='text'>In the life of Mapgirl</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the saga of a woman who loves her family, Alabama football, coffee, dance, music and anything pinup.  You will probably hear lots of rants about how I should have been a 1950s housewife.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-388768928278357149</id><published>2009-09-29T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:44:23.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this week</title><content type='html'>It has been a crazy busy couple of weeks.  I am running my head off with all of the sports practices, plus the games and then there is the supportive mom (dinner for the football boys both helping and just being there).  Last week was supposed to be the homecoming for the school but the game was called off due to the other team (they only had 7 boys not sick or hurt) so the school is redoing the homecoming week for this week.  Plus there has been school pictures and one field trip.  &lt;br /&gt;whew!  That's just school.  Then Seth has confirmation every other Wed. night.  Oh and I'm still working.  Lots of changes in the work dept.  Both good and bad, but I am over the bad and have decided to be a team player.&lt;br /&gt;Nate is out of town this week for a few days, and I really don't like acting like a single mom.  I don't see how they do it.  It seems that I don't have much down time (and I am realizing that I really need that).&lt;br /&gt;I have registered to go back to school.  I have already picked out 2 different degrees that I want.  Both require that you are accepted into them.  Both are hard to get into, but I am definately a different person than I was 17, 18 years ago.  Play time is over!  I have taken my placement tests and am happy with 2 of my scores.  I'm not so happy with the math score.  I am going to retake the math part the day of registeration for the Spring semester (Oct. 28th)  so keep your fingers crossed.  That score decides if I am eligible to apply for the 2 degrees.  So every day for the last week and every day until Oct 28th I am/will spend an hour or two studying Algebra, Algebra II and Trig.  Yep, I'm serious.  Crap, I'm even playing algebra games on the computer just to try to refresh.  Soooo, it has been "do or die" mentality around here.  There is alot of pressure to pass this.  So far my plan (if I dont get into the programs yet) will be to take Eng 101 (several of my former credits didn't transfer) Either Math 100 or Math 116 depending on the scores of my test, and Anatomy.  The later will be my easiest class.  And so far everything that needed to fall into place has.  God has definately had a hand in this.&lt;br /&gt;I've started a new leg class and it is killing me.  It's odd how you think you are in shape and quit really working out and pushing yourself, then take a class that you think will be somewhat easy and then afterward you try to walk and you start whimpering.  I don't think I could do another lunge or squat.  But, tomorrow I'll be back at class.  This is another do or die thing.  I can't give it up.  Not in an anorexic way (quit laughing, everyone knows I love food) but in a mind/mood soothing way.  I have horrible days when I don't work out or jog.  My mood is the pits.  So, I just try to incorporate it with the kids.  Ali now loves to jog and Seth? well Seth is working out on the field 5 days a week and on the court 3, so he misses out on our new "girl time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the morning is gonna come early so I better hit the hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-388768928278357149?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/388768928278357149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=388768928278357149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/388768928278357149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/388768928278357149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-week.html' title='this week'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-8256346400066727107</id><published>2009-09-21T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:32:37.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali's homecoming dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Srf-9CTSPZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x7nQEA-JfuY/s1600-h/th_9-21-09002%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Srf-9CTSPZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x7nQEA-JfuY/s320/th_9-21-09002%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384052204087950738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Srf-840TUPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5_P8ifhOK0Y/s1600-h/th_9-21-09001%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Srf-840TUPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5_P8ifhOK0Y/s320/th_9-21-09001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384052201542078706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought this herself for the homecoming dance this friday.  I'll update later...lot of things going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-8256346400066727107?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/8256346400066727107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=8256346400066727107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8256346400066727107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8256346400066727107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/09/alis-homecoming-dress.html' title='Ali&apos;s homecoming dress'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Srf-9CTSPZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x7nQEA-JfuY/s72-c/th_9-21-09002%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-3101449587078255932</id><published>2009-08-18T17:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:52:19.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SoswiTtscPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Hr7QjShXTfA/s1600-h/ali+8-17+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SoswiTtscPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Hr7QjShXTfA/s320/ali+8-17+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371440346535063794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SoswFU0g_pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RLAaFRcMeDQ/s1600-h/ali+8-17+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SoswFU0g_pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RLAaFRcMeDQ/s320/ali+8-17+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371439848615902866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of Ali yesterday.  Unfortunately I had waited until after school to take it.  Mornings are so rush rush here.  She bought the boots and skirt and put the outfit together.  She also braided her hair herself.  :sigh: she is getting so grown up. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-3101449587078255932?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/3101449587078255932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=3101449587078255932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/3101449587078255932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/3101449587078255932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-sweet-girl.html' title='My sweet girl'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SoswiTtscPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Hr7QjShXTfA/s72-c/ali+8-17+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-5760145416764054644</id><published>2009-07-20T14:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:22:40.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First communion and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTD4W5YobI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKfFGyN4yD8/s1600-h/7-20+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTD4W5YobI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKfFGyN4yD8/s320/7-20+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360624829464093106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTD32G4BWI/AAAAAAAAADo/NNg2zURCJsQ/s1600-h/7-20+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTD32G4BWI/AAAAAAAAADo/NNg2zURCJsQ/s320/7-20+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360624820662306146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTD3tel4KI/AAAAAAAAADg/9Ho0sXExbRI/s1600-h/7-20+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTD3tel4KI/AAAAAAAAADg/9Ho0sXExbRI/s320/7-20+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360624818345861282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTD3G_y31I/AAAAAAAAADY/udsG94NFKLk/s1600-h/7-20+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTD3G_y31I/AAAAAAAAADY/udsG94NFKLk/s320/7-20+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360624808016142162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of Ali practicing for school pictures (hair down)and a few of her this past Sunday which was her first communion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-5760145416764054644?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/5760145416764054644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=5760145416764054644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5760145416764054644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5760145416764054644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-communion-and-other-stuff.html' title='First communion and other stuff'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTD4W5YobI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKfFGyN4yD8/s72-c/7-20+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-6644414465935386980</id><published>2009-07-20T14:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:16:10.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth's football camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTCWHVqpoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/b0Z_NIxdqmc/s1600-h/7-20+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTCWHVqpoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/b0Z_NIxdqmc/s320/7-20+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360623141660567170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTB8kbUl5I/AAAAAAAAADI/s0XHTy-UfN8/s1600-h/7-20+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTB8kbUl5I/AAAAAAAAADI/s0XHTy-UfN8/s320/7-20+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360622702792316818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I haven't uploaded any pics this summer...we have been taking them.  This was the Todd Bates football camp that Seth went to in June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-6644414465935386980?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/6644414465935386980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=6644414465935386980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6644414465935386980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6644414465935386980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/07/seths-football-camp.html' title='Seth&apos;s football camp'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/SmTCWHVqpoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/b0Z_NIxdqmc/s72-c/7-20+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-8225156875838897979</id><published>2009-07-10T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:41:53.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We made the appointment.</title><content type='html'>We made the appointment for Ali to get contacts.  It will be easier for her to play sports (I hope) and since this is the "summer of Ali" and all the changes she has made, it just seemed right.  She goes next Friday and we are both excited for it.  We have been looking for locker stuff (for Seth too) and so far we found the mirror and dry erase board.  Ali and I went to the mall today to look for back to school clothes (mom, the first day is the most important!) and for cowboy boots.  We didn't find anything that just screamed "buy me", so I guess there will be several more mall trips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-8225156875838897979?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/8225156875838897979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=8225156875838897979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8225156875838897979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8225156875838897979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-made-appointment.html' title='We made the appointment.'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-3351156695626468815</id><published>2009-07-06T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:46:32.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZBisSNiW-Dc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZBisSNiW-Dc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-3351156695626468815?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/3351156695626468815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=3351156695626468815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/3351156695626468815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/3351156695626468815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-4786136075278771075</id><published>2009-06-23T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:41:05.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She did it!</title><content type='html'>Ali slept over at her bff's on Friday. I was a nervous wreck until she called at 11 to say goodnight. I had hoped that this summer would be her summer. New friends, new hobbies, new phases. In fact when I called her on Saturday to tell her that I needed to pick her up early, she didn't want me too. She ended up staying a few more hours there while Nate went to the doctor (sinus infection).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news (that I really can't go into) work stress, family stress. That about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find some friends at the sports practices...not just acquaintances. It's hard. Most of these people grew up together or related in some way. I almost feel like the new kid in school and that makes me a little insecure. eh, I'm just babbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-4786136075278771075?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/4786136075278771075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=4786136075278771075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/4786136075278771075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/4786136075278771075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-did-it.html' title='She did it!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-2098050417626584740</id><published>2009-06-16T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:10:50.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball, basketball and more basketball</title><content type='html'>Whew, we finally finished up with the first basketball camp for Ali. She liked it and it was good for her. Her game is improving. We are now in the middle of her second basketball camp this week. The middle school coach came up to us (Ali and I) the first night of camp and asked if Ali would be interested in being one of the managers for the girls' middle school team. This would involve Ali going to practices and doing the workouts right along with the middle school girls. She would also be helping the coach in what ever he needed (water, towels, etc..) So she said she wanted to. I guess it helps that her 2 best friends are also managers. At our school a 6th grader can be a manager but not on the team. (you have to be 7th or 8th grade for that), even though 6th is considered middle school. So she has weight training Mon and Thurs nights from 5:30 to 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth's basketball workouts started tonight. He will be training Tues and Thurs from 4 to 5:30. &lt;br /&gt;So my schedule for this summer right now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 5:30 to 7 7 to 9&lt;br /&gt;Seth (football) Ali (basketball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues 4 to 7&lt;br /&gt;Seth (Basketball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs 4 to 5:30 5:30 to 7 7 to 9&lt;br /&gt;Seth (basketball) Seth (football) Ali (basketball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, so much for a lazy summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on my quilt...I got half of the top sewn... I am hoping to have it finished by the end of summer...we'll see. I'll post pics later next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Ali was invited to her bff's house Friday. Keep your fingers crossed. We are hoping that she will be able to do it this time. I bet she will. She is very excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-2098050417626584740?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/2098050417626584740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=2098050417626584740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/2098050417626584740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/2098050417626584740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/06/basketball-basketball-and-more.html' title='Basketball, basketball and more basketball'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-2822358929326208967</id><published>2009-06-09T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:51:04.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy busy</title><content type='html'>We are running around like a chicken with it's head cut off this week. (how's that for a country saying?)&lt;br /&gt;This week we have basketball camp for Ali (monday thru Friday) 8:30 to 2&lt;br /&gt;Ali had her new bff spend the night Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Seth has football weight-training Monday and Thursday's from 5:30 to 7&lt;br /&gt;Next week Ali has another basketball camp (monday thru friday) 5:30 to 9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow have to work this week both in the office and the warehouse and I am trying to clean too.  I'm not complaining, just letting people know that I may not email or call you right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that everyone has peace this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-2822358929326208967?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/2822358929326208967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=2822358929326208967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/2822358929326208967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/2822358929326208967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy busy'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-2765312223235400258</id><published>2009-05-30T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:12:02.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PCBeach 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; 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Apple pie, no cherry, well I want peach!  I like these and made them this past week.  Seth wanted peach, Ali wanted apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can of your fave fruit pie mix (you can also use canned apples, peaches, etc..)&lt;br /&gt;1 refrigerated pie crust&lt;br /&gt;butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take out your muffin pan (I use my large size muffin, muffin pan)&lt;br /&gt;spray with Pam&lt;br /&gt;take some of your pie dough and line the muffin cup&lt;br /&gt;spoon your fave fruit or fruit pie mixture&lt;br /&gt;press dough inward over the fruit (it doesn't have to cover it)&lt;br /&gt;place a teaspoon of butter on the top of each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 400 for 16 to 18 minutes.  Let cool and lift gently out.  Tada...a mini pie!  Add ice cream and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh these keep at room temp under a dome for up to 3 days or in the fridge for up to a week.  You can also freeze them for up to 6 months.  To reheat bake uncovered in a 350 oven for 20 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-8182682374924785259?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/8182682374924785259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=8182682374924785259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8182682374924785259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8182682374924785259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-aint-food-network-but-they-eat.html' title='it ain&apos;t food network, but they eat it...tuesday!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-4274205954909633448</id><published>2009-05-11T22:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:38:02.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew what a week</title><content type='html'>Here is the condensed version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. afternoon the kids and I go to Cullman to see my dad, Trudy and Gavin.  Ali and I took Trudy to have a "girls afternoon" so that she could pick out some things.  Good time was had by all.  That night dad hurt my feelings.  It doesn't really matter what he said to me...it wasn't even about that.  I now realize that I have issues with feeling like I'm not good enough.  Always wanting approval...all the time.  But that's not real life and I'm working on it...sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday the kids were playing out behind the hotel and found a purse with a wallet and some clothes...they came and got me and then after I had a look, I called the police.  Ali was freakin out saying "they have our fingerprints!"...note to self...don't let the kids watch CSI anymore.  :)  So a report was made and all is well.  The police think that someone stole a purse and dumped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Gavin came to spend the night.  He's a good kid and I'm glad that mine get along with him.  I was going to go eat lunch with my dad, but Prince (the newest baby horse) was not looking good and I decided that it was best that I stay with him.  I had gone to the seed store and bought some "baby milk" to feed to Prince.  I fed him a couple of times and checked on him a lot.  Friday night the boys (Nate, Seth and Gavin) and Ali did fireworks.  After the fireworks, Ali and I went to feed Prince again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Daddy Hugh called and said that Prince didn't make it through the night.  I swear...I really hoped that he would have.  I am determined to learn as much as I can about minis so that I can help them.      We then went to Cullman to drop Gavin off and some clothes I had for consignment.  Oh, and before we left home dad called to say that durring the time they were here in Bama a storm hit Sherman.  The storm blew down their back fence and their dog "Lucas" got out and got hit by a car and passed away.  A neighbor found him and called my dad.  They have the worst luck.  The past couple of times they have visited they have had: a fire (in their home) a flood and now this. I had jokingly asked if they were going to have locusts the next time (this was before the dog though).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day: we cooked lunch for Gran because she always cooks for us on Sunday's...I don't know how she does it...I would need at least 2 ovens!  We then went to the mall so that Ali could spend some of her early birthday money.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:  I decided that I needed to filter through the last few days so I hit the gym.  There is something calming to me to jog, listen to my music and not focus on anything.  This is the best time for me to think.  So I hit the treadmill and when I realized that I really needed water I noticed that I had run 3 miles.  Holy crap!  I normally only do 1 or 2 but I guess I needed the extra today.  I feel better and less stressed now.  Heck, I may try to hit it again tomorrow....which is Ali's birthday.  I need to go make her cake tonight, but I may put it off till tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-4274205954909633448?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/4274205954909633448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=4274205954909633448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/4274205954909633448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/4274205954909633448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/05/whew-what-week.html' title='Whew what a week'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-7594525321101303437</id><published>2009-05-05T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:33:01.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to eat free!!!</title><content type='html'>go here:  www.unthinkkfc.com and print up to 4  coupons for a free grilled chicken dinner.  I know what I am going to have for lunch this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-7594525321101303437?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/7594525321101303437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=7594525321101303437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/7594525321101303437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/7594525321101303437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/05/want-to-eat-free.html' title='Want to eat free!!!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-5761841702263125898</id><published>2009-05-05T06:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:24:11.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ain't Food Network, But They Eat It Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Here lately my kids are craving hot dogs. So here is my hot dog recipe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open package of hot dogs. Put in pot of water. Simmer on low for an hour. (that part is very important!) Place buns in oven to warm. Heat up chili in the microwave. Open can of sauerkraut. Put out ketchup, mustard, and dill relish on counter. Open bag of chips (any of your kids' faves is good). Sit back and let the guilt of not feeding your kids a healthy dinner sink in slowly. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-5761841702263125898?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/5761841702263125898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=5761841702263125898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5761841702263125898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5761841702263125898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-aint-food-network-but-they-eat-it.html' title='It Ain&apos;t Food Network, But They Eat It Tuesday!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-8659486050862083156</id><published>2009-05-04T15:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:05:20.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My day book 5-4-09</title><content type='html'>outside my window: the sun is shining!! WOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking: that I might take the kids swimming as soon as I put laundry in the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hoping: to have a stress-free week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going: to Cullman on Wed to see my dad and step-mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am creating: a plan for crafts for Ali's birthday.  I dreamed that I was making strawberry freezer jam....does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful: that my kids are not much trouble...they are pretty good kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am wearing: t-shirt and jean shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around the house: I am having to hang/iron clothes to take to the consignment shop on Sat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am reading: the mail and my email  oh and a book on cupcake decorating (for Ali's party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hearing: my kids laughing from the trampoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few plans for the week: the usual work Seth's football practice, Seth's field trip on Wed.  Cullman for dinner on Wed., clothes to consignment on Sat., Mother's Day and more planning for Ali's party on the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite things AND my picture (well...video) thought: watching Nathan do music.  He loves to be doing music, acting stupid and getting paid for it!!  What more can a person ask for?  Please wait till he dances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQKrAJ7zDCQ&amp;feature=channel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-8659486050862083156?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/8659486050862083156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=8659486050862083156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8659486050862083156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8659486050862083156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-day-book-5-4-09.html' title='My day book 5-4-09'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-6950617157624366175</id><published>2009-04-15T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:27:03.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you God's answer?</title><content type='html'>For the past few days I have been freaking out. I am doing the family budget and this month has been hard. It seems that when it rains it pours. Not only were our taxes due (we always have to pay state) but we had to buy propane also. I swear...as soon as I save for one thing an emergency pops up. I'm not trying to bring you down or asking for pity...just showing a back story here. So, I have been wanting to go to A-day with the family. A-day is the spring practice game that Alabama plays..it's free but we do have to come up with gas and food. Also I have been wanting to paint my bedroom for almost a year now. I finally found a color that Nate and I both agreed on. So, I saved some money for both of these things...until this month. I was about to tell the family that we just couldn't do either of these things.... last night I was at the end of my worry rope. I decided to just lay it out to God. So...he listened and I waited. Something happened today that was God's answer to my prayer. I can't say who or even why, but this person happened to give us a gift. I don't think they know how much it is/was appreciated. I started crying and couldn't even tell them thank you because I was afraid that I would start crying again. I know that this person could use their gift also but decided not to. I tell you: I truly love them. They are such wonderful people and I would just feel weird to tell them how I really felt about them and how much they mean to me...it would be very awkward. Can you imagine? I think you are kind, beautiful, caring, thoughtful, special, loving, God-fearing, God-centered, amazing, I'm jealous of them...they have it so together, they are everything I want to be, etc... yep awkward! But I do love them and would do anything for them (I just can't do anything that they need). Ok I'm rambling now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...maybe there will be a time that you do something and it doesn't seem that big to you(or maybe it does), maybe that is when you are God's answer to someone else.  I pray that one day I will be able to be God's answer to someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-6950617157624366175?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/6950617157624366175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=6950617157624366175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6950617157624366175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6950617157624366175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-gods-answer.html' title='Are you God&apos;s answer?'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-5292345792461948387</id><published>2009-04-12T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:17:24.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Today has been a good day.  First we went to church.  Then we went to Gran's house.  The food was good and Nate's grandparent's were there.  After pigging out we watched a few old videos of the kids (Ali had to show Ginny the one of Matt dancing to Mickey Mouse..too funny!)  Then we headed down to my momma's.  On the way the car started riding funny.  We pulled over to the side of the interstate and found out that we had a flat.  I tell you, God was watching out for us.  It was a miracle that the tire didn't blow.  We drove about a mile to the exit and Nate changed the tire.  When we got to mom's we ate again and everyone went outside to play ball.  Funny sight!  Me my brother DJ, Nate, my mom, Jeff (her hubby) and the kids...What was funny?  All the grown-ups running!!!  After we caught our breath the kids, Jeff and DJ went down to the lake and fished.  Both Seth and Ali caught fish.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are home and I'm doing laundry and running the dishwasher.  I've got a book just ready to be read and my bed is looking more and more comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the kids watched the Passion of the Christ last weekend and I think that today had a little more meaning to them than normal.  I am glad that it's not about how much candy or eggs you find, but the real reason.  Don't get me wrong...they still liked the eggs and candy, but that wasn't the only thing to be thankful for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-5292345792461948387?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/5292345792461948387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=5292345792461948387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5292345792461948387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5292345792461948387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-5363413731543924787</id><published>2009-04-11T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:55:39.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stollen from Gab girl</title><content type='html'>ABC's-Embellished (i found this on a fellow-bloggers page, which i currently lurk, and had to do it myself. hope you'll all follow suit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Age: 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Baseball or Ballet: ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Chore you hate: mopping the floors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Dream Vacation: island in Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Easter candy: resees's peanut butter eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-Favorite Flowers: tulips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-Games: football (either Alabama or Seth's team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-Height: 5'5 3/4 (yes, that 3/4s is important!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Instrument you play: used to play the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Job title: slave...just kidding...sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Kindergarten memory: getting spanked by a nun for breaking in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Luxury you live without: maid service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:Mexican food choice: guacamole salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N:Nickname: Dani, babe, mom, hottie (Ok, I added the last one if you must know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:Overnight hospital stay: 4, 2 with the kids, one with my appendix and one for my hysterectomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:Pet Peeve: hocking up a loogie (makes me literally gag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Quotes you like: "act like you've been there before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:Rain forest or Redwoods: redwoods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:Siblings: 2 brothers (one older, one younger...yes I am a classic middle child) 2 step-sisters and 1 step-brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:Television favorites: i'm a reality-tv junkie. Just about anything on Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U:Ultimate dessert: My grandmother's Cherry delight...or her hummingbird cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V:Vegetables you dislike: onions unless they are cooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W:Ways you run late: uhhmmm....no one in this house "usually" runs late. we're the early birdies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X:X-rays you've had: teeth, foot, pelvis, neck and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Yummy food you make: the kids would say my (Trudy's) Green chile chicken soup, Nate would say my brisket or spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:Zoo animals that you're favorite: elephant or monkeys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-5363413731543924787?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/5363413731543924787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=5363413731543924787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5363413731543924787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5363413731543924787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/04/stollen-from-gab-girl.html' title='Stollen from Gab girl'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-8411166301176229258</id><published>2009-03-28T14:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:53:53.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My um, photoshoot</title><content type='html'>The other day a very good friend came to my house to take some photos. She is an awesome photographer and sometime last year she mentioned to me that she needed more practice with people...(she has some wonderful pics of food and other things). She has an amazing eye for dramatic flair, so I mentioned to her that I would love to have some pinup photos of myself to give to Nathan. Plus I am only getting older and it would be nice to have some cool photos of me instead of me eating or other such nonsense that I'm doing when others have the camera. Some of the pictures didn't turn out but that just means we get to have another "girls day". Brandi, I'm going to read up on some poses....no pressure. So with all that said, here are a few that she took. And yes, I know I do look somewhat like my mom did at my age.....scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTIzODI2OTgwMzI1MCZwdD*xMjM4MjY5ODQzNjcxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w167.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/274d3a96.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://w167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/?action=view&amp;current=274d3a96.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-8411166301176229258?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/8411166301176229258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=8411166301176229258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8411166301176229258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8411166301176229258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-um-photoshoot.html' title='My um, photoshoot'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-9126115737549982897</id><published>2009-03-20T15:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:49:45.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise God!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScQBU9CFiLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4fKZ2VwSJMs/s1600-h/hair+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315374919696353458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScQBU9CFiLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4fKZ2VwSJMs/s320/hair+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness. I ran to the store this morning (yes, I wore a hat) and had only 3 colors of brown to choose from...I got the medium. All is well in the house now! I finally have normal hair. It does seem to have some strawberry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; highlights and some dark brown low lights...heck, the last time I had either I had to pay out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wahzooo&lt;/span&gt;. This only cost me a small freak out. It's sunny and I am getting spring fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news...Ali is taller than Seth. He is not happy about it, and she walks around saying "let me have my moment, Seth". Yes she is very happy. I also signed her up for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; sewing class and it starts tomorrow at 9. I hope she likes it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; Seth is playing video games...that's about all he's into now. That's all for now. Go enjoy this sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-9126115737549982897?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/9126115737549982897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=9126115737549982897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/9126115737549982897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/9126115737549982897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/03/praise-god.html' title='Praise God!!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScQBU9CFiLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4fKZ2VwSJMs/s72-c/hair+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-1445645242260774461</id><published>2009-03-19T23:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:25:13.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oops'/><title type='text'>Oops I did it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScMahTEl2MI/AAAAAAAAACI/xp17saXKlxU/s1600-h/hair+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315121144584853698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScMahTEl2MI/AAAAAAAAACI/xp17saXKlxU/s320/hair+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that time of month again...you knew it was coming after reading my last rant. So, I've been feeling really ugly. Yes, not just homely but ugly. So I decided to color my hair...again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one time in high school I decided to color my hair and for some reason it didn't "take"...this was after I bleached it. So there I was with this odd yellow color on 3/4s of my hair and at the end was this carrot orange. Well, tonight I decided to "lift" the color off of my hair. Nate and I had decided to color our hair black together...well I've had black hair for 2 months now. I always say that after I color it black that I'll never do it again...it makes me look sallow plus it is so hard to grow it out or change it. Now I lifted the color and then waited and then re-colored...a normal brown....it didn't take! so now I have orange spots, with some white blonde spots and some black mixed in....yep, I'm gonna wear my wig tomorrow. At least until I can get back to Sally's to get more color...maybe my brown was to light? Who knows...if all else fails I'll pretend that I wanted it like this...hey I always say "fake it until you make it"....God, please let the color take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if the pic captured the true color...it's 11:30 and I had to use a light....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-1445645242260774461?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/1445645242260774461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=1445645242260774461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/1445645242260774461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/1445645242260774461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/03/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops I did it again'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScMahTEl2MI/AAAAAAAAACI/xp17saXKlxU/s72-c/hair+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-4972018494261480982</id><published>2009-03-18T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:20:26.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, here it is...I know you want it!</title><content type='html'>You want to know why I love the 1950s housewife stuff??  I know you do, (and even if you don't) I'm gonna tell you anyway.  This is also a venting session too.&lt;br /&gt;A woman knew her place!  Yep, I said it...I probably won't win any popularity votes but this is how it was.  A woman's job was to keep the house, the kids and herself looking nice.  It didn't matter if all you had was a potato sack...you rocked it anyway.  A woman carried herself with grace and dignity.  There was shame...almost everyday you hear of something or someone that would have brought shame to the family....I think we need more nowadays.  It might make the news a bit less depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, back to my rant....so, a woman kept the house, planned meals, made the "man" feel like a man.  The man also had his place...work and in the yard.  I wish it was so simple to say "yes, I'll keep the house, kids, meals and myself...you go to work everyday...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;"  But now it is completely different.  A woman (most that I know) works just as much as her husband but she still has 99% of the housework, kids' homework, meetings with the teachers...birthday parties (don't forget buying the gifts for those parties), meals, grocery shopping...and everything else (I'm sure I don't have to tell you...you know)  So here is a lady who is trying to do her "job" in the house plus she also has work outside the house....add in yard work, fixing up the house (both decorating and fixing), trying to make the outside look nice too....see?  You knew where I was going... :D.  Now, if that said woman has friends where is she supposed to find the time to enjoy them?  What if she has a hobby?  I tell you, if I have 30 minutes to myself...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dangit&lt;/span&gt;, I'm taking a bath &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; locking the door!  I don't think I was cut out for this 2009 crap.  But if you know me then you also know that I hate to clean house...I'll iron, do laundry, heck I'll even dust; but make me hold a mop in my hand and I'll smack ya.  So I guess I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have some 2009 woman in me.  I'm having a hard time trying to find a balance between them....and so far the only thing I'm doing is hiding under the covers.  I know this is dis-jointed, but hey, I'm dis-jointed.  At least now that it's out I wont have a breakdown...unless I get a 30 minute bath with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-4972018494261480982?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/4972018494261480982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=4972018494261480982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/4972018494261480982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/4972018494261480982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-here-it-isi-know-you-want-it.html' title='ok, here it is...I know you want it!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-7176079280774686732</id><published>2009-03-17T17:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:42:09.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My day book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScAnC9J6XdI/AAAAAAAAACA/QSsGVCarL7M/s1600-h/dress+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314290492026543570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScAnC9J6XdI/AAAAAAAAACA/QSsGVCarL7M/s320/dress+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScAnCdfuIkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h2ozJlaxyyU/s1600-h/dress+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314290483528081986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScAnCdfuIkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h2ozJlaxyyU/s320/dress+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScAljfBCUhI/AAAAAAAAABw/dT-HZX25Uyo/s1600-h/dress+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_xa_jAOjTA/Sb5Pgdzf1-I/AAAAAAAABNw/TaXcHEC1Ju8/s1600-h/a73634bea8617c0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outside my window:&lt;/strong&gt; it is sunny and breezy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from the kitchen:&lt;/strong&gt; I am cooking a traditional Irish stew called "Beef and Guinness" stew (yes it has Guinness beer in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am wearing:&lt;/strong&gt; jean capris with a green shirt. The kids pinched me before I could get out of my night clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am creating:&lt;/strong&gt; I just finished a dress for Ali, and I am starting on a quilt for Seth. (Bama colors of course!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am reading:&lt;/strong&gt; a book on how to quilt, also a book on planting flowers (I do not have a green thumb!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am hoping:&lt;/strong&gt; that this week will let me do some projects that I've been putting on the back burner for when I have time. Also I want to be energized by the end of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am hearing:&lt;/strong&gt; birds chirping and a video game being played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of my favorite things:&lt;/strong&gt; cantalope! makes me remember my Granny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a picture for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the top...i'm a dummy and can't figure out how to put it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScAljfBCUhI/AAAAAAAAABw/dT-HZX25Uyo/s1600-h/dress+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-7176079280774686732?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/7176079280774686732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=7176079280774686732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/7176079280774686732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/7176079280774686732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-day-book.html' title='My day book'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/ScAnC9J6XdI/AAAAAAAAACA/QSsGVCarL7M/s72-c/dress+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-6874048542748785654</id><published>2009-02-14T13:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:19:33.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun was had by all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w167.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/sleepover/c81a81d2.pbw" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/sleepover/?action=view&amp;current=c81a81d2.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-6874048542748785654?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/6874048542748785654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=6874048542748785654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6874048542748785654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6874048542748785654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-was-had-by-all.html' title='Fun was had by all'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-6655597124893208749</id><published>2009-02-13T17:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:17:09.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My homemade edible arrangement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/sleepover/?action=view&amp;current=fruit002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/sleepover/fruit002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-6655597124893208749?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/6655597124893208749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=6655597124893208749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6655597124893208749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6655597124893208749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-homemade-edible-arrangement.html' title='My homemade edible arrangement'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/sleepover/th_fruit002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-6539585366661721906</id><published>2009-02-11T14:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:48:19.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing says Spring like..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stuff013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="966" alt="ali's hat2" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/stuff013.jpg" width="663" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down and bought a sewing maching this past weekend.  My kids and I have odd shaped bodies...long legs, short legs, small waist, ...you get the picture.  So I decided that I wanted to start sewing again, plus, Ali wants to learn how to sew.  So, I made a hat.  My very first hat.  I tweaked the pattern and made it a reversible hat.  Ali and I picked out the material last week when I thought I was going to make her a capri outfit.  Ali stole my hat!!  It is not perfect, but she loves it just the same.  A couple of people couldn't believe that her mom made it...I know what I'm giving as "end of the year" gifts!  I guess if the hat makes her that happy, it's hers.  Plus, the colors scream Ali.  Ahhh, life is good, spring is here and it's warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-6539585366661721906?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/6539585366661721906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=6539585366661721906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6539585366661721906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6539585366661721906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-says-spring-like.html' title='Nothing says Spring like..'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-6271643844287174367</id><published>2009-02-06T16:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:20:43.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>16 years ago today</title><content type='html'>I thought I knew everything there was to know...ahem, yeah right.  16 years ago today I said "I do" to the most loving, dedicated boy/man for me.  Nate has been such a good thing for me.  He and the kids are my life.  After the kids....marrying him was the best thing I ever did.  Sure we have had our ups and downs, but it really has been a smooth ride overall.  Did I expect marriage to be easy?  Yep, I did.  But with anything in life worth having it has been work.  But I am all to happy to work at this. (and I know that Nate is all to happy to work for it too)!  I couldn't have asked for a better partner, best friend, co-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conspirator&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;...if I could have picked him out myself.  I believe that God put us together and that we fit like a puzzle piece.  Usually where he is weak I am strong and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.  I love him so much and am so thankful for the man he is....and the father he is.  And I look forward to growing old with him by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-6271643844287174367?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/6271643844287174367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=6271643844287174367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6271643844287174367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6271643844287174367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/02/16-years-ago-today.html' title='16 years ago today'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-5535591564085286923</id><published>2009-01-30T08:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:30:13.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball is now over</title><content type='html'>and I thought I'd be happy.  I'm not.  Seth's team played Tues. night and lost.  They played a really good team.  I couldn't go because Ali had a game at the same time across the county. Ali's team won and so they played last night.  I will admit that the team we played was good, however, when the Refs only call really bad fouls on the other team (there was one girl actually hanging on one of our players that wasn't called and it was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;noticeable&lt;/span&gt;) it makes it really hard for the game to be fair.  But our girls did great...but we lost.  By one point.  Ali did awesome on defense...she's still getting the hang of offense, and I was so proud of her.  I did cry, not because they are out of the tournament, but because basketball has been such a good thing for Ali, and I didn't want it to end.  At least the girls on the team are friends and hang out with each other....we are having a sleepover with all of them in 2 weeks...I can't wait!!!  I think I'm just as excited as Ali.  Nate and Seth are a different story!  They both are going to be gone that night...thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-5535591564085286923?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/5535591564085286923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=5535591564085286923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5535591564085286923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5535591564085286923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/01/basketball-is-now-over.html' title='Basketball is now over'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-2611209415635079950</id><published>2009-01-23T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:05:20.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>clarification on my last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'll give some clarification for the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a conversation I had this week.  All names have been changed to protect the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady G:  I bought some wall stickies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh really?  That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady G:  Yes, I decided to change my bedroom, and wanted something for the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady G:  It was letters, so I made a verse on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  what does it say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady G:  "He bed me down in green pastures"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (gasp!)  what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady G:  Like in the psalm...the Lord is my Sheppard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (trying not to laugh, but tears running down my cheeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady G: You know, like you bed down an animal?  That's the way they talked back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (still laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so the conversation was a bit more, but I seriously laughed till I cried.  Maybe I have a dirty mind, but to put that &lt;em&gt;on your wall in your bedroom&lt;/em&gt;...it was just too much for me.  This person, I am positive, didn't mean anything dirty by it, but I just couldn't help laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am chuckling to myself today just thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-2611209415635079950?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/2611209415635079950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=2611209415635079950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/2611209415635079950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/2611209415635079950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/01/clarification-on-my-last-post.html' title='clarification on my last post'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-4213102178257455062</id><published>2009-01-22T21:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:34:27.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>Can't blog a whole lot tonight but I wanted to share a funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He beds me down in green pastures...bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go into to much right now, but I will be laughing about this for weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-4213102178257455062?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/4213102178257455062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=4213102178257455062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/4213102178257455062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/4213102178257455062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-5537980457200177802</id><published>2009-01-11T14:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:54:17.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ's 40th Birthday Greek dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w167.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/48b20c1c.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/?action=view&amp;current=48b20c1c.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-8524331276446590688?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/8524331276446590688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=8524331276446590688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8524331276446590688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8524331276446590688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas &amp;#39;08'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-6499881229278980877</id><published>2009-01-01T09:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:48:20.447-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s 2009'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;!  Last night we had a couple over for the New Year.  They have been friends of ours for 7? maybe 8 years.  They have 2 boys (14 and 12)  at least I think that's their ages....I know, I should know that.  Anyway, we had homemade bread, ham, mixed greens, mashed potatoes, apple pie and ice cream.  The kids did fireworks and a pinata and were still up when I went to bed (3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) except for Ali...she needs sleep.  We had a great time looking back at our last several new years' experiences.  The couple has come over to our house the last 4 years...it's crazy that it doesn't seem that long.  We were talking about what our motto would be for 2009.  Here are some that I came up with....enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all mine in 2009 &lt;-----  not sure if I want it all, just the good stuff&lt;br /&gt;Little behind in 2009 &lt;---- as in little butt&lt;br /&gt;Overtime in 2009 &lt;-----  this one made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lookin&lt;/span&gt; fine in 2009&lt;br /&gt;More wine in 2009 &lt;----  I like that this one can also mean whine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;O'Neal&lt;/span&gt; time in 2009&lt;br /&gt;Don't owe a dime in 2009  (can you tell the adult beverages were getting to me?)&lt;br /&gt;Here's my sign in 2009  &lt;---  yes, I'm a closet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you get the idea.  Hope everyone had a safe New Year's.  Now, go clean something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-6499881229278980877?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/6499881229278980877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=6499881229278980877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6499881229278980877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/6499881229278980877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-1414160371065783110</id><published>2008-12-30T21:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:10:57.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Alabama December</title><content type='html'>Since the kids have been out for Christmas break it seems that my work schedule has been crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt;.  I am still trying to get my 40 hours in, but it is hard.  Really hard, like getting up at 6:30 to be at work by 7:15 hard.  I have been trying to go in early (so the kids don't bother anyone) and then we leave after a few hours and then we go back and Nate takes the kids home while I stay at work.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;, I hate not being able to spend time with them....like I use to.  Well, yesterday I had an appointment in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cullman&lt;/span&gt; so work was cut short.  We came home after and Ali and I made chocolate chip cookies...the old fashioned way.  The house was smelling so good.  Last night after work I went to the store to pick up a few things. I decided to get some chicken salad.  We get our chicken salad from one place only.  They use their rotisserie chicken and use big chunks.  We call this "Chicken Crack" because it's so good.  I came home and packed a bag with wraps, chicken crack an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;avocado&lt;/span&gt;, lettuce and a tomato.  I put in the cookies we made and had everything ready for a picnic.  Only in Alabama can you get 65 degree weather in December.  The whole family was excited about having a picnic for lunch.  Nate kept asking about it all morning.  At lunch we went to the park and had our picnic.  Afterwards we played tennis (if that's what you want to call it) for about 20 minutes....I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.  It was a hoot!  This was the best thing for my mood lately.  Sun, family and warm weather...really that's all I really need.  The cold and dreary days have gotten to me lately.  It's funny how God can give me a day like this when I am just ready to give up.  It was like I told God "I am at my breaking point, I'm not sure how much more stress I can take" and he answers with "Dani, here is a warm, sunny day...go be with your family"  and I know that I can take whatever comes my way.  It's like when you watch a marathon and you see a runner and you know they are hurting, thirsty, can't go on;  then they get to the Gatorade stand and they feel/look refreshed and can go on to finish the race.  Well, I've hit my Gatorade stand...I'm ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-1414160371065783110?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/1414160371065783110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=1414160371065783110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/1414160371065783110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/1414160371065783110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2008/12/alabama-december.html' title='An Alabama December'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-8328241430810748172</id><published>2008-12-20T11:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:07:37.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The butterfly is emerging</title><content type='html'>The butterfly that is emerging is Ali.  This is an amazing thing to watch.  I am in constant awe watching her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blossom&lt;/span&gt; into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teen or tween, what ever they call in nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;She is loving basketball...she even wants to practice on the weekends and is excited about the  1 1/2 hours of team practice two nights every week.  That right there should say something.  She was scared about joining a team...I am so thankful for this team.  I will blog about the coach in a different blog...this one is Ali's.&lt;br /&gt;So, last night was practice and then the team went to the Coach's house for a party.  Their house is so beautiful...I am almost envious.  But anyway...one of the girls' mom bought the whole team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;.  So off to the bathroom all 6 of them went (one couldn't make it).  Out came a gaggle of girls with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squeals&lt;/span&gt; of happiness.  For an hour and a half, these girls ran, played, squealed and ran some more.  All were sweaty like they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; practice.  The adults talked in one room and the kids had the rest of the house to play.  The adults had a good time.  I can't believe that I actually felt like I belonged there too!  After an hour, I told Ali to pack her stuff up that we needed to head home.  She begged, and I mean really begged for us to stay just a little longer.  I couldn't believe it...she was in her element and it was nice to see.  She doesn't have any girls around her age (or even close to her age) in the family, so I don't get to watch how she interacts with the girls.  She is having a hard time finding out who she is (heck, I'm :cough: 29 :cough: and I am still trying to find that out)  So, it was nice to see her so happy.  I mean really happy, not just dealing with it.  She was amazed to find that several of the girls were into lotion, lip gloss and fingernail polish just like her.  She wants to have a spend the night party at our house at the end of the season...I think that can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arranged&lt;/span&gt;!  It just amazes me how different she is around girls than boys (as in her cousins and brother) and I am really happy for her.  I hope she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blossoms&lt;/span&gt; into the woman I would like to be...and I already see it happening.  She is such a good daughter and sister.  She felt bad that Seth didn't get to go and took him some cupcakes home...she didn't want him to feel left out.  I used to think that my favorite time as a mom was that 0 to 3 months stage, but I am slowly changing my mind.  I love the fact that I can talk to my kids...not just talk over or around them.  We share some of the same tastes of music, clothes and silliness.  Yep, I love this age even with the mood swings.  I even find myself wanting to be more like them....how's that for ya?  Now, I am going to go play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-8328241430810748172?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/8328241430810748172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=8328241430810748172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8328241430810748172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/8328241430810748172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2008/12/butterfly-is-emerging.html' title='The butterfly is emerging'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-5864166089084089975</id><published>2008-12-20T01:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:56:42.034-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Football, birthdays and computers</title><content type='html'>This week has been super full.  End of the school session, holiday parties, baking, ect...  Also, my dad celebrated a birthday this week.  It must stink to get jipped for your birthday.  I think that any birthday within a 2 week range of Christmas should be able to celebrate it in another month. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story:  I was in Walmart this week and was browsing the clearance isle.  While there a man was talking about Alabama football...yep, you know me...I had to join in.  Well this man asked if Bama was done for the season...Um no, we have the sugar bowl in January.  Then he asked me what day and who we were playing....yeah, he's a Bama fan alright.  So I tell him the answers and then he said "We had a good year...we only lost to Georgia"  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What???&lt;/span&gt;  I just chuckled as I walked off.  After we were a few isles away I asked Seth "Son, who was the only team that beat Bama this season?"  And like my little Bama man that he is said "Florida in the SEC championship game"  I said, correct.  Seth then says...that man wasn't a true fan was he?  Nope son, he wasn't.  Just a little football humor...I didn't want to correct the man and make him feel bad that a girl knew more than he did...glad he didn't bring up stats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my computer has had a virus this week...I've scaned every nite and I still have the dang thing.  So, now I am on Nate's and I really hate his mouse...glad I got that off my chest.  Whew, I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-5864166089084089975?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/5864166089084089975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=5864166089084089975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5864166089084089975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5864166089084089975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2008/12/football-birthdays-and-computers.html' title='Football, birthdays and computers'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-976750638537244037</id><published>2008-12-07T20:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:27:05.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS and I don't mix</title><content type='html'>Thankfully I don't get much PMS symptoms other than the bloating.  I do however get a horrible case of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bitchies&lt;/span&gt; a couple of times a year.  Well lucky readers, it is that time.  I don't even want to be around myself.  I am getting angry (not mad, angry) over the smallest things.  I was having a bad hair day this week and came home and cut it off.  Today my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FIL&lt;/span&gt; said something to me, something that I would have joked around with him, but no, today he ticked me off so bad that I didn't even want to be in the same house.  Yep, I think I shocked him somewhat....a few minutes later he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; to me.  So, if I come in contact with you over the next few days....I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apologizing&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-976750638537244037?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/976750638537244037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=976750638537244037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/976750638537244037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/976750638537244037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2008/12/pms-and-i-dont-mix.html' title='PMS and I don&apos;t mix'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-4674376938833321499</id><published>2008-11-29T10:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:31:48.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w167.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/5bf89091.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/sethalismom/?action=view&amp;current=5bf89091.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-4674376938833321499?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/4674376938833321499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=4674376938833321499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/4674376938833321499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/4674376938833321499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-1711601813697763471</id><published>2008-11-23T18:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:01:21.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory</title><content type='html'>I am reading several cookbooks from the 30s and 40s.  I wanted to know what the homemakers of that time cooked while having to use the ration books.  I also love this era...WWII and the depression.  I am getting some very good ideas, and one that I plan to use is the Victory garden.  A victory garden was a garden that the government asked of all people that lived in the US.  They wanted the people to use/can their own food to be able to save the metal for the war.  Some of the recipes that use this garden are very tasty, some are not.  I told the family that we need to live like we are in a depression, because well, we might very well be.  I have the cooking/canning down, now if I can just stop spending money. :D  Baby steps Dani, baby steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-1711601813697763471?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/1711601813697763471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=1711601813697763471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/1711601813697763471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/1711601813697763471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2008/11/victory.html' title='Victory'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-7667876125376291607</id><published>2008-11-18T16:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:49:27.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouth of Babes</title><content type='html'>The other day I had to bake some stuff for our church.  I decided to save a few for the kids for when they got home from school.  Since it was very cold and windy I also made them some hot apple cider.  After the kids had their snack Ali came into the kitchen.  Her first words to me were "Mom, why are you being so motherly?".  Yep, out of the mouths of babes.  hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps us honest around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-7667876125376291607?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/7667876125376291607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=7667876125376291607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/7667876125376291607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/7667876125376291607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-of-mouth-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouth of Babes'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-5302416459585741414</id><published>2008-11-17T10:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:04:32.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine said the perks (is that the right word?) of her marriage is a maid and all of the designer clothes she wants. Mine are yardwork and fixing toilets....hmmmm, something's wrong here, very wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-5302416459585741414?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/5302416459585741414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=5302416459585741414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5302416459585741414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/5302416459585741414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2008/11/friend-of-mine-said-quirks-is-that.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-2856617168072896460</id><published>2008-11-12T20:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:42:54.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>missing my daddy</title><content type='html'>I tell Nate all the time how lucky he is. Well, truth be told we at the junior &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;O'neal&lt;/span&gt; household, are all lucky. Nate's parents live across the pasture from us. We see them all the time. This is not a bad thing. We work with them, and my mother-in-law always cooks Sunday lunch for us and for Nate's sister and her family. I adore this tradition. I grew up going to my grandma's house for Sunday lunch. All of my uncles, aunts and cousins were there. Sometimes Grandma would take a break from the cooking and pick up a bucket (or 2 or 3) from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. Not as good as Grandma's but it filled us up. The families would hang out: usually my uncles would go in the living room and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, the aunts would sit in the kitchen and chat, and all of us kids would be outside yelling and getting dirty. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unless&lt;/span&gt; it was raining; then we would be yelling upstairs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, the memories. I am so glad that my children get to have these memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I ramble...  So, I talked to my dad and we chatted for a few minutes.  It just made me miss him.  I didn't have a great relationship with him when I lived with him (I was 15 to 17) and I really didn't have a relationship with my step-mom.  I think I tried to rebel against anything and everything back then.  But now is a different story.  Now that I have kids, my perspective has changed....drastically.  I like the person my step-mom is.  In fact I view her as one of my friends not as a step-mom.  I didn't realize the sacrifices both she and my dad made..until I became a parent...and they have done much more.  Ah back to my main reason for the post:  I don't know the person my dad is or my younger brother.  I mean, when I think of my dad I think of "dad" and not the man he is.  I think that takes time and hanging out with.  I usually get to see him 2 or maybe 3 times a year and that's not enough to really get to know someone.  I also don't know the man my younger brother has become.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; is 5 years younger than me.  When I think of him, he is 5 or 6.  Funny how a person stays a certain age in your mind!  Anyway, by the time that I started my own family, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; was in high school and living life.  I wasn't sure what he was into, and truth be told, I was too busy with my own life to really ask about his.  I just wonder sometimes that if I had met him (like he wasn't my bro, just a person) if I would like him.  I think I would, but I really don't know.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; just celebrated his second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; and it freaks me out somewhat.  I can't believe that he is a married &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt;.  Not some little pest who always wants in my room.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, I guess that when it is all boiled down....Nate needs to appreciate what he has.  He can walk 500 yards and see his family.  I have to wait months.  He knows his dad and mom as people  and not just as "mom and dad".  He gets to see his sister several times a week.  He has gotten to watch his sister grow into the woman and mother she is, his nephew's grow up, and see his parent's age and get older.  All the while not appreciating it.  It doesn't seem fair.  I know that life isn't fair, but sometimes it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is: I want more for my kids.  I want them to watch me and Nate grow old (even if I am fighting it all the way).  I want them to have memories of their grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins.  I guess, I just want them to know that family is important.  That's it;  family is important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-2856617168072896460?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/2856617168072896460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=2856617168072896460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/2856617168072896460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/2856617168072896460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-my-daddy.html' title='missing my daddy'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054187054723174266.post-2235265680745338675</id><published>2008-11-06T22:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:41:44.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, after lots of teeth gnashing and hot flashes, I decided to have a blogger account.  You will be bored out of your mind.  In fact, your mind will go numb and you will start to drool within minutes of reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054187054723174266-2235265680745338675?l=sethalismom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/feeds/2235265680745338675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054187054723174266&amp;postID=2235265680745338675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/2235265680745338675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054187054723174266/posts/default/2235265680745338675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethalismom.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-after-lots-of-teeth-gnashing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09682843464289164868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDM9U1SzGFI/Sf-3BWGTzmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_uQCz_WfGb0/S220/danielle7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
