<?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-6789399934616582724</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:54:48.749-07:00</updated><category term='intro'/><title type='text'>Raking Leaves in a Windstorm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-6652204610103145260</id><published>2009-02-05T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:42:37.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k67/downhillherb/mamakat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama Kat's 4th prompt this week was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.) Write a list of ten things on your mind this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wonder if one day soon, Tres will hyperventaliate while saying "Elmo, Elmo, Elmo, Elmo,....." when she wants one of us to play sesamestreet.org for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Will this house ever be absolutely clean? I mean no toys on the floor, no dust on the ceiling fan blades, no dirty dishes anywhere, no nasty sippy cups hidden under the bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why in the world would a person leave 3 wiener dogs out in 15 degree weather???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I really don't want to go to Give Kids a Smile Day tomorrow... it's way to hectic even though it a good thing for the kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tired....so tired....need long 5 hour nap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm glad that I'm not a teacher. Especially an elementary teacher. The kids would seriously get on my nerves but I would be too nice to get on to them...which would make me highly ineffective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's about time I start a Master's degree. It's free for goodness sakes so why not? But, how can I possibly fit one more thing into my schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The cat really needs to go to the vet. He has a huge cavity in a tooth and his gum is swollen. But, there is no money for that right now....and I feel bad that I'm not making it a priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When is Tres going to start sleeping through the night? We let her start falling asleep in our bed as a comfort replacement for her bottle, oh....about a year ago! And now, she falls asleep in our bed, we put her in her crib, then she wakes up in the middle of the night and comes back in with us. Her sleeping though would really help my tired situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think I will make Tres Leche cake this weekend. I had it at a conference in Florida last year and it was amazing. Hopefully I can do it justice. I have all the ingredients and just need time to make it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep - that is about as deep as it gets this week. It's been a LONG week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-6652204610103145260?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6652204610103145260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=6652204610103145260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/6652204610103145260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/6652204610103145260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind...'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-765105482305871783</id><published>2009-01-07T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:00:48.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two gross things...</title><content type='html'>Yes the stomach virus has moved on to it's next victim - Tres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little thing was up fussing at 2am this morning - which brings me to gross thing #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She puked all over our bed and all over me, including IN MY EYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I had my eyes open (obviously), and a piece of what I am guessing was curdled milk flew into MY EYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to tend to her with one eye closed while The Coach got me a towel.  In a matter of a minute, after the puking - I had wiped my face, changed my shirt, &amp;amp; wipe my arms.  The Coach had gotten my towel and pulled the blankets off the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We turn around and she is asleep!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gross thing #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew that there would be more to come - there always is.  So I couldn't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead I lay there listening to her sweet breathing  and willed the sickness to go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our youngest cat, Skittles, decides to pay me a visit on the bed.  He is a night owl and is always up to great me during my middle of the night potty breaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He starts sniffing around on the bed and what does he do???&lt;br /&gt;HE STARTS EATING THE PUKE CHUNKS that were on the fitted sheet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course. I should expect this from him, he eats his and his cat sibling's puke.  Why not his human siblings???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Howie Mandell would be admitted to an insane asylum after that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-765105482305871783?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/765105482305871783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=765105482305871783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/765105482305871783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/765105482305871783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-gross-things.html' title='Two gross things...'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-7748062725040733795</id><published>2009-01-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:28:41.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever....</title><content type='html'>Been driving along thinking about something and thought -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This would make a great blog post!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you plan out the post in your head.......and forget it :(  Boo hoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the post that was to be will not be unless I get over my post amnesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that - did you see the little "What I am reading.." that I put on the left sidebar???  You should seriously check out this book.  I haven't finished it yet.  It is borrowed from my pastor or his secretary but I am going to buy it!  I will have to dedicate a post to it once I finish.  It is a fiction book but definitely has a message to it.  So far, my thought, without spoiling anything, could my Father really care like that for me???  Check it out - it is unlike anything you have ever read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-7748062725040733795?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7748062725040733795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=7748062725040733795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7748062725040733795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7748062725040733795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-7436235403964955784</id><published>2009-01-04T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:17:33.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just say.....</title><content type='html'>Oh CRUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I am getting ready to go to bed, what do I hear but something splashing in the other room!  The kids were all in bed so there was no one in the tub.   So, what is it - DOS PUKING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!!!  Please Lord, just let it be him....please don't let the rest of the clan get it!  Have mercy on us!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-7436235403964955784?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7436235403964955784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=7436235403964955784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7436235403964955784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7436235403964955784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-just-say.html' title='Can I just say.....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-3702825176018837624</id><published>2009-01-01T18:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:42:53.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Workshop: Top 10 things that disappear here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for MamaKat's writer's workshop - thank goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k67/downhillherb/mamakat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="quickedit" title="Edit" onclick="'return" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=6146111544592506850&amp;amp;widgetType=HTML&amp;amp;widgetId=HTML14&amp;amp;action=editWidget" target="configHTML14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Prompts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Describe a New Year's where you would have been better off just staying home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.) What do you do that drives your mother crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.) Share your favorite gluten free recipe (hey, so what if I rig the topics to suit my life...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.) Close out 2008 with your own TOP 10 list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I chose to write my own top 10 list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Top 10 Things that disappear in this house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids and my husband drink milk like crazy! I swear we go through atleast 5 gallons a week. Uno, Dos and the Coach drink 2% and Tres drinks whole milk. Me, I usually just have 2% on cereal. But when you go through that much milk a week, we are talking $60+ a month! We should buy our own cow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Pens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coach is a teacher. You would think that we would have a plethera of pens around here. Nope. Dos kidnaps them and they disappear. I have written many a shopping list in crayon or colored pencil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. My cell phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As part of my Christmas, I got a new cell phone with a full keyboard. Dos steals it when he thinks I'm not looking and then it mysteriously appears with some lame excuse like "It was all alone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Brushes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It never fails that Uno cannot find a brush to comb her hair at about 10 minutes until go time in the morning. She is also know for not being able to see things that are right in front of her - this does not help things. In the end, the brushes are generally chilling out under the couch, table, bed, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Bananas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow! Uno &amp;amp; Dos love bananas! I will buy a bunch of 6 and they last 24, maybe 48 hours. The Coach and Tres strongly dislike them. Tres gags - it's funny! I think they are ok but they aren't my first choice for a snack. On top of cheerios they are pretty tasty. This is something that I can't get the kids to realize. They are purists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, I went there. The Coach will appreciate this one but will wonder why it is ranked at #5 and not #1. I'm a woman honey....that is just they way my mind works. I have heard of couples that say that they have had sex every night of their marriage. I just don't see how that is possible. Personally, after I have had 3 kids saying my name all day (see below), Tres clinging to me like a baby monkey, and Uno and Dos picking at each other, sex is not the first thing on my mind when I hit the bed. My thought is "Ahhhh quiet" not "Ahhhh, please someone touch me!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Our sanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, there are days when the kids argue all day and every little bickerment shaves away a sliver of our sanity. Plus lets not forget that Tres can't walk through the house without leaving the aftermath of a tornado behind her. For example, at this moment, she is ripping ornaments off the tree.....we are taking it down tomorrow anyways. Personally, I could easily be admitted into the insane asylum from hearing "Ahmee yawmmy" or "MOOOOOOOMMMMMM" or "Maaaaaahhhhhmmmmmy" numerous times a day....frequently said atleast five times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Trix yogurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like heroin in kid-colored yogurt form. I don't know what they do to it that makes it so desirable to young children. Personally, I think it is nasty - and I do love me some yogurt. Maybe it is that Dora is pasted all over the package. Or maybe because it comes in carpet-staining flavors such wildberry blue and rainbow raspberry. Regardless, if we don't set the "One trix yogurt a day" limit, it would be gone within an hour of it getting in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked for The Coach's opinion on this post and that was his answer. No explanation needed other than an example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smoking out of the hood of the van = need new radiator = $410&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'nuf said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the big #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. One piece of a toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres recieved A LOT of toys this year with numerous pieces. She got Melissa and Doug toys out the wazoo - such as these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286530407667731858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SV2HZYNWDZI/AAAAAAAAAII/6m3iskndcoc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286530730673120242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SV2HsLf1I_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Tfs60ur7oko/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now these are a barrel of fun! Seriously, they were the best gifts! But, they have numerous parts and in our house, things get lost very easily. Things also get scattered easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See this toy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286531291750816770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SV2IM1rLXAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tN4KSW9mBOs/s320/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dos got this toy for something probably about 2-3 years ago. When Tres decided to come along, we had to convert the playroom into an extra bedroom and a computer room - yes it was that big and it was wonderful! Anyways, above puzzle was packed away. When puzzle was taken back out a few months ago, there were 15 of the 16 pieces present. That makes for a cow with half a hoof! I was digging under our bed for something last week and what did I find? The half a cow hoof piece - yeah! All is well in the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-3702825176018837624?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3702825176018837624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=3702825176018837624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/3702825176018837624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/3702825176018837624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2009/01/writers-workshop-top-10-things-that.html' title='Writer&apos;s Workshop: Top 10 things that disappear here'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SV2HZYNWDZI/AAAAAAAAAII/6m3iskndcoc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-6754861118792770869</id><published>2008-12-30T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:35:40.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't even posted the list!</title><content type='html'>I haven't even finished my 101 Goals list and I have finished one goal - woohoo!!  I'm still going to count it as a finished goal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sell the maternity clothes on ebay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I technically didn't sell them on ebay but they are not in my possession anymore.  Our town is opening a crisis pregnancy center that our church is providing a building for.  So, I donated all my maternity clothes to the crisis pregnancy center.  That would be one bug rubbermaid, a 1.5 ft by 2 ft. space bag, and 3 kitchen trash bags worth of clothes.  Yep, I've had three kids and have grown over the years.  So hopefully a few someones will benefit from my multiple sized maternity wardrobe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a side - it is really hard to come up with 101 goals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-6754861118792770869?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6754861118792770869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=6754861118792770869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/6754861118792770869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/6754861118792770869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-havent-even-posted-list.html' title='I haven&apos;t even posted the list!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-8009905050818783891</id><published>2008-12-26T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:31:13.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and a little mancave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It seems we celebrate Christmas for weeks on end! We actually won't be done with our festivities until New Years Eve. Here are just a few pictures.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oreo Bonbons - yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284253781070374194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVVw0RO25TI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4JEDZ4cVm80/s400/Christmas+2008+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sprinkle reindeer food for Santa's reindeer every Christmas eve. See the glitter sparkling in the air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVVw0_2hIJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pFDrBhlD7KM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284253793584750738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVVw0_2hIJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pFDrBhlD7KM/s400/Christmas+2008+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa must not have got the memo about the kids being on the naughty list!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284253802195841282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVVw1f7j8QI/AAAAAAAAAHI/G-paFnNmEao/s400/Christmas+2008+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a great Christmas! One of my favorite parts is the Christmas Eve service at our church - it just sets the mood and reinforces why we celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean up we did on Christmas morning! The kids got some of their very favorite things. Santa went a little crazy with the candy, as he always does. I must have been very good because the Coach gave me that lens for my camera I had been wanting!!!! He also gave me a camera bag!!! The Coach got lots of clothes from me and a digital picture frame which I'm not sure that he really likes but he hasn't said otherwise. I think his favorite gift was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; points that "Santa" put in his stocking. At this exact moment, he is reliving his youth buy playing some old Nintendo games that he bought with those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mancave&lt;/span&gt; - we have gotten quite the use out of it lately! The Coach had his basketball team over for a Christmas party the 23rd. Wow - those girls were loud! We have a four bedroom house with the partial finished basement.  They sure did fill the whole place with noise! But I do have to say, when they left, the house looked just as it did when they came over and they were really good girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; finally got introduced to the jacuzzi tub that is in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mancave&lt;/span&gt;!  The jacuzzi tub was there when we bought the house so it wasn't part of our remodel.  As a matter of fact, I have plans for it in my head but it will  be a little while before they happen.  Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; had a great time and I got some great pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; is in all her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nakey&lt;/span&gt; glory!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVV1oe7LrJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FcawxOqKRs0/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284259076145654930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVV1oe7LrJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FcawxOqKRs0/s400/Christmas+2008+172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Dos was looking at the picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVV1oF74JhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z-yWXAQ3c2s/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284259069437683218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVV1oF74JhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z-yWXAQ3c2s/s400/Christmas+2008+165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An action shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVV1njW09sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bi6K8wpnzVw/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284259060155479746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVV1njW09sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bi6K8wpnzVw/s400/Christmas+2008+156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone wonders what the orange stuff is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt;' ears - she had tubes put in this July and we have to put wax in her ears whenever she is in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-8009905050818783891?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8009905050818783891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=8009905050818783891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8009905050818783891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8009905050818783891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-and-little-mancave.html' title='Christmas and a little mancave!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SVVw0RO25TI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4JEDZ4cVm80/s72-c/Christmas+2008+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-4077201400921486191</id><published>2008-12-23T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:54:45.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars and Venus clean the bathroom....</title><content type='html'>Tonight we have had the Coach's high school girls basketball team over for a Christmas party.  I have literally spent the last two days cleaning the mancave and majority of the upstairs.  And what day would the toilet pick to clog up???  Today of course.  About 1 hour before the guests were expected!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Coach plunges it but isn't totally happy with how it is flushing.  We decide that we should do a real quick clean of the master bedroom and bath just in case toilet #1 decides to misbehave.  Well, I decide that HE will clean the master bedroom and bath.  I needed to clean up the spilled shredded cheese in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both do our thing and I go back to "inspect" what the Coach has done.  He cleaned the floor really well.  But here is a list of things that SHOULD NOT be left out when company is expected to use the bathroom -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your wife's Preparation H Cooling Gel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your wife's bra and sports bra hanging right next to the toliet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your wife's tampons on the back of the toilet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your wife's sanitary napkins on the floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And not quite as embarrassing, the crusted toothpaste in the sink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suggest you print this out and give it to those you love as a reference in case they ever need to do a "quick clean"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-4077201400921486191?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4077201400921486191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=4077201400921486191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/4077201400921486191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/4077201400921486191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/mars-and-venus-clean-bathroom.html' title='Mars and Venus clean the bathroom....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-6726811726251035450</id><published>2008-12-19T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:01:54.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas The Night Before Christmas...Mom Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;wbr&gt;Twas the night&lt;wbr&gt; befor&lt;wbr&gt;e Chris&lt;wbr&gt;tmas,&lt;wbr&gt; when all throu&lt;wbr&gt;gh the abode&lt;br /&gt;Only one creat&lt;wbr&gt;ure was stirr&lt;wbr&gt;ing &amp;amp; she was clean&lt;wbr&gt;ing the commo&lt;wbr&gt;de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child&lt;wbr&gt;ren were final&lt;wbr&gt;ly sleep&lt;wbr&gt;ing, all snug in their&lt;wbr&gt; beds,&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;wbr&gt; visio&lt;wbr&gt;ns of X-&lt;wbr&gt;Box &amp;amp; Barbi&lt;wbr&gt;e flipp&lt;wbr&gt;ed throu&lt;wbr&gt;gh their&lt;wbr&gt; heads&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and dad was snori&lt;wbr&gt;ng in front&lt;wbr&gt; of the TV,&lt;br /&gt;with a half const&lt;wbr&gt;ructe&lt;wbr&gt;d bicyc&lt;wbr&gt;le propp&lt;wbr&gt;ed on his knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So only the mom heard&lt;wbr&gt; the reind&lt;wbr&gt;eer hoove&lt;wbr&gt;s clatt&lt;wbr&gt;er,&lt;br /&gt;which&lt;wbr&gt; made her sigh,&lt;wbr&gt; "Now what is the matte&lt;wbr&gt;r?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With toile&lt;wbr&gt;t bowl brush&lt;wbr&gt; still&lt;wbr&gt; clutc&lt;wbr&gt;hed in her hand,&lt;br /&gt;She desce&lt;wbr&gt;nded the stair&lt;wbr&gt;s, and saw the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was cover&lt;wbr&gt;ed with ashes&lt;wbr&gt; &amp;amp; soot,&lt;wbr&gt; which&lt;wbr&gt; fell with a shrug&lt;wbr&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great&lt;wbr&gt;," mutte&lt;wbr&gt;red the mom, "Now I have to clean&lt;wbr&gt; the rug."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ho Ho Ho!" cried&lt;wbr&gt; Santa&lt;wbr&gt;, I'm glad you'&lt;wbr&gt;re awake&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;your gift was espec&lt;wbr&gt;ially&lt;wbr&gt; diffi&lt;wbr&gt;cult to make."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;wbr&gt;Thank&lt;wbr&gt;s, Santa&lt;wbr&gt;, but all I want is time alone&lt;wbr&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;wbr&gt;Exact&lt;wbr&gt;ly!" he chuck&lt;wbr&gt;led, "So, I've made you a clone&lt;wbr&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A clone&lt;wbr&gt;?" she mutte&lt;wbr&gt;red, "&lt;wbr&gt;What good is that?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run along&lt;wbr&gt;, Santa&lt;wbr&gt;, I've no time for chit chat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out walke&lt;wbr&gt;d the clone&lt;wbr&gt; - The mothe&lt;wbr&gt;r's twin,&lt;br /&gt;Same hair,&lt;wbr&gt; same eyes,&lt;wbr&gt; same doubl&lt;wbr&gt;e chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;wbr&gt;She'&lt;wbr&gt;ll cook,&lt;wbr&gt; she'&lt;wbr&gt;ll dust,&lt;wbr&gt; she'&lt;wbr&gt;ll mop every&lt;wbr&gt; mess.&lt;br /&gt;You'&lt;wbr&gt;ll relax&lt;wbr&gt;, take it easy,&lt;wbr&gt; watch&lt;wbr&gt; TV and rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;wbr&gt;Fanta&lt;wbr&gt;stic!&lt;wbr&gt;" the mom cheer&lt;wbr&gt;ed.&lt;br /&gt;"My dream&lt;wbr&gt; has come true!&lt;wbr&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;wbr&gt;I'll shop,&lt;wbr&gt; I'll read,&lt;wbr&gt; I'll sleep&lt;wbr&gt; a night&lt;wbr&gt; throu&lt;wbr&gt;gh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the room above&lt;wbr&gt;, the young&lt;wbr&gt;est did fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;wbr&gt;Mommy&lt;wbr&gt;?! Come quick&lt;wbr&gt;ly, I'm scare&lt;wbr&gt;d and I'm wet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clone&lt;wbr&gt; repli&lt;wbr&gt;ed, "I'm comin&lt;wbr&gt;g, sweet&lt;wbr&gt;heart&lt;wbr&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;wbr&gt;Hey,&lt;wbr&gt;" the mom smile&lt;wbr&gt;d, "She sure knows&lt;wbr&gt; her part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clone&lt;wbr&gt; chang&lt;wbr&gt;ed the child&lt;wbr&gt; and humme&lt;wbr&gt;d her a tune,&lt;br /&gt;as she bundl&lt;wbr&gt;ed the small&lt;wbr&gt; one in a blank&lt;wbr&gt;et cocoo&lt;wbr&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;wbr&gt;You'&lt;wbr&gt;re the best mommy&lt;wbr&gt; ever.&lt;wbr&gt; I reall&lt;wbr&gt;y love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clone&lt;wbr&gt; smile&lt;wbr&gt;d and sighe&lt;wbr&gt;d, "And I love you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom frown&lt;wbr&gt;ed and said,&lt;wbr&gt; "&lt;wbr&gt;Sorry&lt;wbr&gt;, Santa&lt;wbr&gt;, no deal.&lt;br /&gt;That'&lt;wbr&gt;s my child&lt;wbr&gt;'s LOVE she is going&lt;wbr&gt; to steal&lt;wbr&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smili&lt;wbr&gt;ng wisel&lt;wbr&gt;y, Santa&lt;wbr&gt; said:&lt;wbr&gt; "To me it is clear&lt;wbr&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Only one lovin&lt;wbr&gt;g mothe&lt;wbr&gt;r is neede&lt;wbr&gt;d here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom kisse&lt;wbr&gt;d her child&lt;wbr&gt; and tucke&lt;wbr&gt;d her in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;wbr&gt;Thank&lt;wbr&gt; You, Santa&lt;wbr&gt;, for clear&lt;wbr&gt;ing my head.&lt;br /&gt;Somet&lt;wbr&gt;imes I forge&lt;wbr&gt;t, it won'&lt;wbr&gt;t be very long,&lt;br /&gt;befor&lt;wbr&gt;e they'&lt;wbr&gt;ll be too old for my cradl&lt;wbr&gt;e and song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock&lt;wbr&gt; on the mantl&lt;wbr&gt;e began&lt;wbr&gt; to chime&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;wbr&gt; whisp&lt;wbr&gt;ered to the clone&lt;wbr&gt;, "It works&lt;wbr&gt; every&lt;wbr&gt; time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the clone&lt;wbr&gt; by his side,&lt;wbr&gt; Santa&lt;wbr&gt; said:&lt;wbr&gt; "&lt;wbr&gt;Goodn&lt;wbr&gt;ight.&lt;br /&gt;Merry&lt;wbr&gt; Chris&lt;wbr&gt;tmas,&lt;wbr&gt; dear Mom, you'&lt;wbr&gt;ll be all right&lt;wbr&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somet&lt;wbr&gt;imes we need remin&lt;wbr&gt;ding of what life is all about&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espec&lt;wbr&gt;ially&lt;wbr&gt; at times&lt;wbr&gt; when the Holid&lt;wbr&gt;ay seaso&lt;wbr&gt;n shout&lt;wbr&gt;s,&lt;br /&gt;and all we do is clean&lt;wbr&gt;, bake,&lt;wbr&gt; and procu&lt;wbr&gt;re.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the pictu&lt;wbr&gt;re -- I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop for a momen&lt;wbr&gt;t and hug that littl&lt;wbr&gt;e one so dear,&lt;br /&gt;wheth&lt;wbr&gt;er he/&lt;wbr&gt;she is 2 or 22, or even older&lt;wbr&gt; this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they are the gift that God gave us from Heave&lt;wbr&gt;n above&lt;wbr&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what a speci&lt;wbr&gt;al gift to be treas&lt;wbr&gt;ured,&lt;wbr&gt; with endle&lt;wbr&gt;ss LOVE!&lt;wbr&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-6726811726251035450?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6726811726251035450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=6726811726251035450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/6726811726251035450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/6726811726251035450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-night-before-christmasmom-style.html' title='Twas The Night Before Christmas...Mom Style'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-5756593161728389558</id><published>2008-12-18T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:30:39.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><content type='html'>Another thanks to &lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;MamaKat&lt;/a&gt; for the prompt! Also to Swift Jan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I made the nice list this year!!!  I have really tried to be good.  Well, maybe my thoughts on the whole incident that caused the blog police to knock on my door weren't the best but atleast I didn't speak too quickly.  Surely that buys me some points for the nice list.  I know that you have been watching Dos and know what a challenge he is somedays.  Hopefully you won't give me to many demerits for all the yelling at him I have done.  I really try hard not to but he just begs for me to yell.....I know you see this!  How about all those ear infections Tres had - I seriously had to earn some points for being patient and keeping my cool.  Huh Santa, have I been good???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I like you ask?  Well here is my list -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A full nights sleep would be awesome.  This would be a night where I laid down in bed and slept solid until morning......no snoring from the husband, no crying in the crib from Tres, no "What's that noise?" from Uno, no "crying stomach ache" from Dos......I'm sure you get the point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No sibling rivalry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How about the ability to lose weight without diet and exercise?  Like if I could just wish it away!  That would be amazing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be realistic you say???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, a new cell phone.  Specifically the Palm Centro from Verizon Wireless.  How is that for being specific?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A little guardy thing to go around it would be nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some pajama pants that aren't highwaters on my long legs.... and a shirt that matches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lens cap for my camera.  Since Tres came around, I have somehow lost a lot of brain cells.  Along with one of those brain cells went my lens cap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh and speaking of my camera, how about a new lens - one that really zooms in.  I don't know what it is called but it's one step up from what I have now.    Oh and I have a Canon Rebel.  Well, that is kind of pricey Santa so I can understand if you don't get me that.....I don't know if I have been THAT good with all the yelling and negative thoughts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But if you DO think that I have been that good, a bag for said camera and it's 2 lenses would be awesome.  I know that you are watching and you know how clumsy I can be....and well, if I have been good enough to deserve such a pricey gift I would hate to break it...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some black dress socks...it's sad when you have to hit up your husbands drawer for dress socks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd love some new jewelry Santa - it doesn't have to be the fancy expensive stuff.  Just nickel free - that is all I ask.  The nastiness that comes out of my pierced ear holes is not fun if earrings aren't nickel free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, that's all my requests Santa.  I'm sure that a few of them aren't realistic.  But really Santa, there is one thing that I truely want for Christmas.  I want my kids to remember what Christmas is all about....about Jesus.  Yeah, the presents are nice and I love their faces when they get what they want but that is temporary.  By the next day the newness of the presents have worn off.  I want the kids to never get over the newness of the baby Jesus......and when the time comes, the newness of their salvation.  For now, that Uno would never get over the newness of her salvation.  That it would always be as if she was newly in love with Jesus.  For that matter, that we all would never lose the newness of our salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Santa and I will put out some milk and cookies for you!  But I ask that you please don't get into the cake that is in the kitchen - that is for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-5756593161728389558?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5756593161728389558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=5756593161728389558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/5756593161728389558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/5756593161728389558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-8696216852358198410</id><published>2008-12-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:25:31.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's pretend it's a snowday....</title><content type='html'>Last night it snowed buckets and you are forced to spend the entire day at home with your family...what's the plan!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;MamaKat&lt;/a&gt; for the prompt!  Given the previous post, I really need it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I actually halfway planned this already this week.  I was so convinced that we would have a snow/ice day on Tuesday!  We had freezing rain and flurries forcasted - what did we get - nada.  We sat smack in the middle of two systems to the north and south of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what I would do -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;well, if I had advanced notice, I would rent a wii game.....such as Animal Crossing City Park that I rented Monday night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would not change out of my pajamas all day and neither would the kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would make a nice big breakfast like pancakes or eggs and bacon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I had the ingredients, I would put some chili in the crockpot to eat for supper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids and I would make chocolate chip cookies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then the Coach and I would do lots and lots of laundry!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is so not creative but that is our life - pretty practical!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-8696216852358198410?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8696216852358198410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=8696216852358198410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8696216852358198410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8696216852358198410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-pretend-its-snowday.html' title='Let&apos;s pretend it&apos;s a snowday....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-245923329748029793</id><published>2008-12-17T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:11:58.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad blogger....</title><content type='html'>Yes, that would be me - a bad blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously having bloggers block.  Anyone have any ideas of what to write about????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write about how sad I am that my little Dos now has the head cold that I have been plagued with since early last week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write about how the best time to Christmas shop is on a Tuesday from 11-3.....I seriously didn't have to wait in line at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write about all the new things that Tres is saying - Bubby No NO, More, Milk, Bye Bye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write about what an eyeopener it is when you realize that your 8 year old daughter can fit into clothes from the same section of Old Navy as you.  Albeit, she is XS and you are hanging on for dear life to the XL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could plead with the clothing companies to just make their shirts an inch or two longer so that I could still shop in the girls section for my 8 year old.  Poor girl has my long torso - it will plague her the rest of her life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not get started on the development of her breasts.....so sad......I know what they mean when they say "You will miss those days" because she is slowly becoming her own person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could complain about our state being so broke that it now takes atleast 2 months for them to reimburse the program I work for the treatment we rendered....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't get me started on my corrupt state making the headlines everyday..... Gov. BlowJoe......seriously now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write about all those things....but that is about as creative as I get write now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please - anything anyone wants to know about?  I need some starters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-245923329748029793?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/245923329748029793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=245923329748029793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/245923329748029793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/245923329748029793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad blogger....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-3910146023469512520</id><published>2008-12-11T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:56:15.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who doesn't want some of this???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ravingsofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-fiesta-giveaway.html"&gt;Jaci at Ravings of a Mad Housewife&lt;/a&gt; is giving away 4 place settings of Fiesta!!! Visit her blog and sign up - winners to be announced Christmas Eve.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted some of this lovely stuff but have never wanted to spend the money on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color do you like??? I like Cinnabar! (4th from the bottom in the stack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592591817760322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SUFT_r1OXkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Os7wabvhzxg/s400/Fiestaware.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-3910146023469512520?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3910146023469512520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=3910146023469512520' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/3910146023469512520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/3910146023469512520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-doesnt-want-some-of-this.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t want some of this???'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SUFT_r1OXkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Os7wabvhzxg/s72-c/Fiestaware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-2562186642341331273</id><published>2008-11-22T16:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:21:13.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Facebook Friend,</title><content type='html'>I must admit, I'm not exactly sure that I would recognize you if I saw you - well after today I may recognize a part of you.  We are both from this small town and I know your sister so agree to be your "Facebook Friend."  What could it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that you were having surgery.  I'm sad that you have some medical condition that required you to retire in your 30's.  There is so much more of life that you have to live.  I do have to say that I was a little taken aback when I looked through your pictures and saw the pictures of your previous surgery.  But, I was looking and it is my fault if I stumbled upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I login to my facebook account.  My newsfeed is automatically brought up and what do I see?  &lt;strong&gt;I see a foot with no toes.&lt;/strong&gt;  My stomach turns.  I have a tough stomach but this, well, it was disgusting!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am sure that there are some of your friends that are truely interested in this.  But me, I am not.  If I just had my toes removed, I don't think I would be posting pictures of it.  As a matter of fact, I might be a little embarassed - but that is just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking that maybe, just maybe, email would have been a better option to share your surgery results with those who really care.  Now everytime I see your name, I will think of that picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nauseated in the po-dunk town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-2562186642341331273?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2562186642341331273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=2562186642341331273' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2562186642341331273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2562186642341331273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-facebook-friend.html' title='Dear Facebook Friend,'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-1563790964169272339</id><published>2008-11-20T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:24:34.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ti-i-e-ime</title><content type='html'>Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking tonight when exactly did I become so concerned with time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that something that just happens along the way as you mature and start taking care of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when will my kids go from learning to tell time to learning to manage their time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime in our house is 8pm.  Tonight Uno was digging in the drawer where I keep crafty items at 7:56 saying that she was making a picture for her "football buddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adult thought was "Girl, it's 4 minutes until bedtime and now you decide to draw a picture????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was oblivious to what time it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just made me think, just when did I become so ruled by the clock?  Will I ever have a time in my life where I don't feel like I have to make every minute of my day useful?  And when I won't feel guilty for taking a nap or watching tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that was really random :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-1563790964169272339?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1563790964169272339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=1563790964169272339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1563790964169272339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1563790964169272339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/11/ti-i-e-ime.html' title='Ti-i-e-ime'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-390941204464270240</id><published>2008-11-17T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:18:27.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage left....</title><content type='html'>Do you see my list off to the left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this idea from &lt;a href="http://martinfam1999.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jori&lt;/a&gt; who stole it from &lt;a href="http://penny-wise-diet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is still a list in progress so when I am completely done with the list, I will post it as a new post and will start my 1001 days from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you - think of 101 things that I want to do is really hard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else game????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-390941204464270240?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/390941204464270240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=390941204464270240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/390941204464270240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/390941204464270240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/11/stage-left.html' title='Stage left....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-2957601794055615046</id><published>2008-11-14T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:18:28.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SR2IrqTjugI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wlWO7eZA5xI/s1600-h/76cef85aece6769e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268517422765423106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SR2IrqTjugI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wlWO7eZA5xI/s400/76cef85aece6769e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew 2:7 Then Herod secretly called the magi and determined from them the exact time the star appeared. 8 And he sent them to Bethlehem and said, “Go and search carefully for the Child; and when you have found Him, report to me, so that I too may come and worship Him.” 9 After hearing the king, they went their way; and the star, which they had seen in the east, went on before them until it came and stood over the place where the Child was. 10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. 11 After coming into the house they saw the Child with Mary His mother; and they fell to the ground and worshiped Him. Then, opening their treasures, &lt;strong&gt;they presented to Him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.&lt;/strong&gt; 12 And having been warned by God in a dream not to return to Herod, the magi left for their own country by another way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The commercialism of Christmas is just overwhelming!!! The Christmas stuff is already out in the stores and I have heard word of the Christmas music being played as well. Is this what I want our kids to think about when they think of Christmas???? NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is about the birth of Jesus - our Savior! That should be the focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this Christmas the children will be getting 3 gifts from The Coach and I. The will be gifts symbolizing the gifts that were given to Jesus - gold, frankincense, and myrrh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their gold gift will be something of value to them - something they really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankincense was used in incense burned during religious ceremonies in Biblical times and also as anointing oil. The frankincense gift to our children will be something to help them grow spiritually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myrrh was used for embalming and preparing a body for burial. To focus away from the morbid side of that, the myrrh gift will be something for their body - ie clothing most likely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we will still do Santa until we have no believers - which will be a while. So they will end up with 4 gifts and a stocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping this works and the kids are left feeling shorted???!!!???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-2957601794055615046?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2957601794055615046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=2957601794055615046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2957601794055615046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2957601794055615046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/11/gold-frankincense-and-myrrh.html' title='Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SR2IrqTjugI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wlWO7eZA5xI/s72-c/76cef85aece6769e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-768933650799822103</id><published>2008-11-08T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:31:26.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos' birth story</title><content type='html'>Quite some time ago I posted Tres' birth story and it is high time I post about the other kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pregnant with Dos in April of 2002.  He is now part of the kindergarten class this year that is apparently the 9-11 boom of children.  There are around 150 in his class when Uno only has 100 in her 3rd grade class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy with Dos was pretty uneventful other than my husband tell me he felt called into the ministry a few months into the pregnancy - but that is another story for another time.  Oh, and we moved into town when I was 5 months along to be in a bigger house and closer to my parents and the Coach's work.  I felt great carrying him all up in front like a basketball.  My only issues were toward the very end when he was soooo low and setting on my bladder.....well, you Momma's know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to talk my OB into inducing me.  I still remember the nurse calling to schedule the induction and her turning to the Dr. and asking for the reason and him whispering to me "tired of being pregnant!" :)  then told her something technical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the hospital at 8am on a Friday morning to have the bubbs.  It was only the night before that we decide on a choice of names - Braden Marcus or Tobin Marcus.  We were deciding to wait until we saw him before chose between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in the room and got all prepared.  The nurse called my Dr. that was on call to come and break my water - which was how I wanted to be induced...to try without pitocin at first.  My regular Dr. (not the one on call but the one who scheduled the induction) was for sure that I wouldn't progress long enough to have the baby before he was on call in the evening.  So the on call Dr. asked the nurse to have the resident to break my water....oh boy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resident was this balding guy who was probably on his 30's and he was clearly not thrilled to be doing OB rounds.  So here I am, a seasoned Momma, with him between my legs with the crochet hook.  He is trying and trying with beads of sweat coming up on his balding head.  It wasn't comfortable, but it definetly wasn't the best thing in the world.  I could tell he was flustered and was relieved when he gave up.  The nurse called my Dr. on call who didn't even bother gowning up - she just gloved up, grabbed the crochet hook, popped the sack, told the nurse to order my epidural and was back on her way to the office within a minute....This was at 10:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I guessed would happen, my contractions started pretty quickly.  Apparently when I went in, I was having regular contractions but didn't feel them - that is what the monitor was picking up.  So, by noon, I was in 2nd stage labor but handling things fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anesthesiologist came right around lunchtime and fixed me up.  It was wonderful....no pain at all.  I just laid in bed, talked with my parents, sent my husband and his sister to lunch, and rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2:30pm, I started to feel a little strange in the netherregions - like I had to go to the bathroom.  When the nurse came in, I told her of this, she checked me and we were ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around 20-ish minutes of pushing, our little bubbs was born!  He was so handsome!!!!  I wish I had a picture scanned to put on here but I don't - atleast not on my computer.    We ended up with a different name for him - because he just looked like it.  His first names means "The Lord is God" and his middle name means "God is good."  Those are the truths we live by and truely feel blessed to have our little Dos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-768933650799822103?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/768933650799822103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=768933650799822103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/768933650799822103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/768933650799822103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/11/dos-birth-story.html' title='Dos&apos; birth story'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-6095537986632899172</id><published>2008-11-08T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:46:24.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas shopping....</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have already started.  In fact, I'm more than 50% done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found this and thought that it is such a sensible approach to shopping for the kids!  &lt;a href="http://christmaswrapped.com/2008/11/wrangling-christmas/"&gt;I may have to give this a try!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-6095537986632899172?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6095537986632899172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=6095537986632899172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/6095537986632899172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/6095537986632899172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas shopping....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-5275417743533162736</id><published>2008-10-22T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:41:07.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a sucker......</title><content type='html'>For kids books!  And this website looks right up my alley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Lookybook and you can preview the books before committing to buy them.  A lot of the books we buy are from the kids bookorders and all they provide is just a small description of what the book is about.  You actually get to look at the books page by page on this site.  Really NEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzzagent.com//p/5363337373/safrdh"&gt;Click here to check out Lookybook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzzagent.com//frog/FrogProfile.do?agent=safrdh"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bzzagent.com//img/frogpond/frogpond_badge3.gif" height="61" width="243" alt="Frogpond Badge" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-5275417743533162736?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5275417743533162736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=5275417743533162736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/5275417743533162736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/5275417743533162736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sucker.html' title='I&apos;m a sucker......'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-1206863034468269957</id><published>2008-10-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:57:09.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing...</title><content type='html'>I have nothing for mancave Monday!  I spoiled it this weekend :(  Oh well - sorry to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you a Mommyhood Moment for Monday though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your a Mom when you go to work dressed nicely and don't notice that you have a big green booger on your shoulder until halfway through the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying that happened to "some Mom"......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-1206863034468269957?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1206863034468269957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=1206863034468269957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1206863034468269957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1206863034468269957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-nothing.html' title='I have nothing...'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-4866807959847456687</id><published>2008-10-19T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:06:40.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest McD's song according to Uno...</title><content type='html'>In gangsta fashion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went to Mickey D's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ordered a Big Mac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bit the Big Mac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the Big Mac bit back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went to the counter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And said "What's the deal?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said "You should have ordered a Happy Meal!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-4866807959847456687?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4866807959847456687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=4866807959847456687' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/4866807959847456687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/4866807959847456687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/10/newest-mcds-song-according-to-uno.html' title='The newest McD&apos;s song according to Uno...'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-1355421253217287771</id><published>2008-10-18T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T06:24:10.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the mancave.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SPniNcJ5-XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IvLWUv7piYI/s1600-h/October+2008+013resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258482760455682418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SPniNcJ5-XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IvLWUv7piYI/s400/October+2008+013resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SPniNmrPV7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Mn97PI_JbF4/s1600-h/October+2008+016resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258482763279849394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SPniNmrPV7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Mn97PI_JbF4/s400/October+2008+016resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see the before pics, click &lt;a href="http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's quite the transformation. We have a used couch and recliner from some friends of ours (thanks Amber!!!) and for being used and free :) they actually match VERY well.  So well that whenever we decide to get new furniture for the mancave, we will be going with the blue color scheme that is in the furniture.  For now we just have a regular tube tv that is on a small stand.  Around Christmas time we will look for a 37" flat panel to hang on the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, we are very, very happy with the way that it turned out!  We love the new large space for the kids to run and play and they are loving it too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-1355421253217287771?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1355421253217287771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=1355421253217287771' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1355421253217287771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1355421253217287771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/10/introducing-mancave.html' title='Introducing the mancave.....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SPniNcJ5-XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IvLWUv7piYI/s72-c/October+2008+013resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-694341014115887418</id><published>2008-10-17T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:14:17.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SPiOiUR9NYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IwxS8-Z-8ek/s1600-h/Tagged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258109285165774210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SPiOiUR9NYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IwxS8-Z-8ek/s320/Tagged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wepruminations.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;tagged me! So here are my confessions. I have had this in draft mode for a while trying to come up with things to list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seeing the carcass of a baked chicken or turkey grosses me out so much that I can't eat the meat off of it if I have seen the carcass. But if I don't see the carcass, I can eat the meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to dip my grilled cheese and corn dogs in barbeque sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Most working days, I put on my makeup in my car before I go into work. I just can't take the time to do it at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't stand have a zit on my face - I have to pop it! And I have to willfully hold myself back from popping DH's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. At work I like my papers alphabetized or in date order. I'm obsessive about it. It makes my life easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. At the end of a particularly stressful day or Tres has been velcroed to me all day, I don't want to be touched by anyone. I don't really know why this is but if someone wants to touch me it makes my skin crawl. DH doesn't like this but I can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One of my biggest pet peeves is fake people. Fake in the sense that they let on like everything is roses and daises in their life when it is really not. I had this boss who's reply to "How are you?" was always "Just perfect!" and my thought was always "Bull, you've got to be kidding me! Everything is not always perfect." But I can be kind of negative sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now onto the tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://reallybadhairday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stretch Marks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimitchells.blogspot.com/"&gt;Buried With Children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ravingsofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ravings of a Mad Housewife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendlyblackandwhitedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Killing a Fly With a Ukelele is Probably the Wrong Thing to do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://schmonseeslouisville.blogspot.com/"&gt;And Hania Makes Three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://grazeifyouwanttobutdonteatdirt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Graze if You Want, But Don't Eat Dirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seven Clown Circus&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/6789399934616582724-694341014115887418?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/694341014115887418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=694341014115887418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/694341014115887418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/694341014115887418'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-8700561594639556480</id><published>2008-10-16T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:11:17.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's the day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE GET CARPET IN THE MANCAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-8700561594639556480?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8700561594639556480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=8700561594639556480' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8700561594639556480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8700561594639556480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/10/tomorrows-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s the day.....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-1080795593165655265</id><published>2008-10-13T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:19:02.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello freak!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm shopping in the Halloween section at WalMart for a Batman costume for Dos and an angel costume for Uno and what happens to me?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some freak turns and steps toward me with a fake knife and acts like she is gonna stab me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the mild mannered person I usually am, I just laugh at her and keep on going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a freak!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to my disinterest in Halloween.  Honestly, I do feel like the worst mother in the world for not really caring about the costumes and the trick-or-treating and all that!  There are so many Mom's that start thinking about their kid's Halloween costumes as soon as there is the slightest hint of fall.  ME.....I honestly could care less.  Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I see it as a huge waste of money. I absolutely refuse to pay more than $20 per kid for their costumes.  $20 times 3 kids = $60!!!  That is food for a week, diapers for almost 2 months, a full tank of gas, a month and a half of piano lessons, 12 gallons of milk.........  I'm just saying that I have so many better places to spend the money.  The kids wear the costumes one day at school and then will wear them to the "trunk-or-treat" at our church - that's it.  We don't take part in the town-wide trick-or-treating because we just don't have that many people to go to.  Why put out $60 for 3 little buckets of candy????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......what do I do?  Well, tonight I sucked it up and bought the 12.88 batman costume for Dos.  A few weeks ago I found Tres a princess costume at the consignment shop for $10 and she will attempt to wear a crown that we have somewhere in the mancave mess.  But for Uno, it is really hard to find an angel costume.  Before I was attacked by the freak in the Halloween aisle, I was debating a simple bride costume for 12.88 that could be used as an angel costume without the veil.  Ugh...I don't like Halloween!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-1080795593165655265?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1080795593165655265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=1080795593165655265' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1080795593165655265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1080795593165655265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-freak.html' title='Hello freak!!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-4794409558309281894</id><published>2008-10-06T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:28:09.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weigh down!</title><content type='html'>I finally had an appointment to get established with a family practice doctor today.  You know first thing they do is to weigh you and I approached the scale with my usual dread.  BUT THEN.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've lost 10 pounds since June!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Woooooooohoooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-4794409558309281894?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4794409558309281894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=4794409558309281894' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/4794409558309281894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/4794409558309281894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/10/weigh-down.html' title='The weigh down!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-7798254673843043317</id><published>2008-09-29T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:44:28.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Mancave Monday!</title><content type='html'>Well, something a little more interesting for a change!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the texture that is on our basement walls.  It is called orange peel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SOFnKgjDVaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3zHG4HmX6hk/s1600-h/09-28-2008+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251592070724015522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SOFnKgjDVaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3zHG4HmX6hk/s320/09-28-2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumroll please.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the carpet and the paint colors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SOFnKkItRUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/f9G4Z74mxQo/s1600-h/09-28-2008+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251592071687259458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SOFnKkItRUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/f9G4Z74mxQo/s320/09-28-2008+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "canyon clay" color will be the focal wall.  Then the "familiar beige" will be on the other 3 walls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The walls aren't completely painted yet.  Our handyman bought a paint sprayer to make the job go quicker but then his air compressor broke so it is in fact, going slower!!!  I just may break out the rollers later this week because I am getting WAY to impatient!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The carpet is on order and should be in in about a week or so.  We have a guy scheduled to install it on October 17th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are super excited that things are coming together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-7798254673843043317?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7798254673843043317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=7798254673843043317' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7798254673843043317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7798254673843043317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-another-mancave-monday.html' title='Just another Mancave Monday!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SOFnKgjDVaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3zHG4HmX6hk/s72-c/09-28-2008+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-2560008398543431997</id><published>2008-09-23T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:57:05.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about The Coach</title><content type='html'>I stole this from a friend of mine :) Feel free to copy and tell every one a little about your man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things your may or may not know about my sweet husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They are watching TV. What are they watching? &lt;strong&gt;ESPN, CNN or their equivilants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You’re out to eat. what kind of dressing do they get on their salad? &lt;strong&gt;French&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3.What’s one food this person doesn’t like? &lt;strong&gt;Oh gee there are so many but I can't think of many.....beans, anything soggy, melted ice cream, veggies in the raw state, diet things, coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You go out to the bar. He/she orders……&lt;strong&gt;First off The Coach wouldnt go out to the bars…but if you were at a restaurant w/ a bar he would get a Coke, a water or a Mountain Dew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5.Where did he/she go to high school? &lt;strong&gt;A different school than me :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6.What size shoe do they wear? &lt;strong&gt;8-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If this person were to collect anything, it would be……&lt;strong&gt;Coaching books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What is their favorite type of sandwich? &lt;strong&gt;Baja chicken from Quiznos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9. This person could eat __________ everyday. &lt;strong&gt;sweets....well couldn't we all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Favorite cereal? &lt;strong&gt;Crispix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. This person wouldn’t be caught dead wearing…&lt;strong&gt;Tommy Hilfiger or anything with a blatent label&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Favorite sports team? &lt;strong&gt;STL Cardinals and the one he coaches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Who will he/she vote for?&lt;strong&gt; McCain/Palin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What is their sign? &lt;strong&gt;Hmmm Cancer I think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What is something you do that he/she wishes you didn’t? &lt;strong&gt;leave my stuff around, stress out, complain about being tired, not exercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.How many states has this person lived in?&lt;strong&gt; Just the one we live in now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What is he/she’s heritage? &lt;strong&gt;Lots o' German&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You bake them a cake for their birthday. What kind is it? &lt;strong&gt;It is not a cake. It is a pie and it would probably be the apple pie with pecans and carmel from &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Did he/she play sports in high school?&lt;strong&gt;he ran track and cross country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. This person could spend hours……&lt;strong&gt;watching sports and politics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-2560008398543431997?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2560008398543431997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=2560008398543431997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2560008398543431997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2560008398543431997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-things-about-coach.html' title='20 things about The Coach'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-1166137028800553304</id><published>2008-09-22T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:36:47.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mancave Monday!</title><content type='html'>So this week, here are some pics of the support beams being boxed in. We didn't want the kids - 1. banging their heads on the polls or poking their eyes out on the uneven metal, and 2. grabbing the poles and swinging around them then propelling themselves into who knows what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the gray pole? There are two of them in the basement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVQuXx1AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XJF_Rx2Q1g0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898374025991170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVQuXx1AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XJF_Rx2Q1g0/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gray pole is no more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVQiZgl6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/1NerXFdp3x0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898370812024738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVQiZgl6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/1NerXFdp3x0/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sweet girls we have here - aren't they pretty??? And what's more is they are both beautiful from the inside out! I want my girls to grow up to be like these girls!! They are helping to apply drylok to the concrete walls and to prime the drywall that is on one other wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVQ9K0YdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q1j9TzqPpDQ/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898377998164434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVQ9K0YdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q1j9TzqPpDQ/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to prime the boxed in support beams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVRBN4qBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WcJV1x4STVI/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898379084769298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVRBN4qBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WcJV1x4STVI/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just for fun - a pic of my cat looking evil! I'm pretty sure he has some teeth issues and I should be concerned about that as a dental hygienist........but I'm not.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVRuzDf4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/DBHboruhcKc/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898391320264578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVRuzDf4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/DBHboruhcKc/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, the mancave should be finished within the month!  I ordered the carpet this past week ($$$$$) and bought the paint.  Our Handy Marshall is suppose to start painting with his new paint sprayer tomorrow - he loves to buy new toys and we are happy to let him try them out in our home!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to download some pics and maybe I will post the paint colors and carpet soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-1166137028800553304?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1166137028800553304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=1166137028800553304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1166137028800553304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1166137028800553304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/mancave-monday.html' title='Mancave Monday!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SNfVQuXx1AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XJF_Rx2Q1g0/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-3291541252353089924</id><published>2008-09-21T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:34:58.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tres' birth story :)</title><content type='html'>I was inspired by &lt;a href="http://grazeifyouwanttobutdonteatdirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/positive-birth-stories-my-boy.html"&gt;Crazy Sister's&lt;/a&gt; post about her son's birth story! So I am going to go at this backwards and start with Tres first!! Actually, I'm just going to be lazy and copy her birth story off my myspace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On Thursday, I had been feeling pretty cruddy all day - backache, light erratic contractions, tired. I called the Dr just to be reviewed on when I need to go to the hospital and told them how I was feeling. They offered for me to come into the office and be checked to see if I had made any progress since my last appointment on Monday (which I was almost 3 cm at). So, I went and picked up The Coach around 3:30 and we headed to the doctor - which is attached to the hospital I was to deliver at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, I had dilated to a good 3 cm. They hooked me up to the contraction monitor just to see if the were registering and how far apart they are. And wouldn't you know - no contractions! I was pretty disappointed that nothing was registering even though I knew that there was something going on. But, with my history of having a pretty quick birth with Dos, Dr. S gave us the option of going ahead and breaking my water at the hospital and letting me have the baby that night/next morning, walking around and seeing what happens, going home and coming back anytime that night, or just waiting until my induction on Monday. The Coach was up for anything but I couldn't decide with my graduation from college being that weekend. So, we went to the mall, bought mother's day gifts, and tried to decide what to do. I finally decided that we would go ahead and head to the hospital to have her around 6pm. After stopping at Wendy's for The Coach to eat, we went on the the hospital to be admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty slow night at the hospital so we had a lot of attention and things got done pretty quickly. I got settled in "Birthing Room #3" after the computer being wacked out in #2. I got the IV in with my fluids and antibiotic for the Group B strep. The lab came an drew my blood. About 8:15pm, Dr. S came in to break my water and we just hung out watching Grey's Anatomy for a while. My parents brought the kids up to visit around 8:30ish. In the meantime, my contractions started getting a little more uncomfortable and a lot more regular. Around 9:30-ish, the nurse came in to tell me that since I finish my bag of fluids and antibiotic, that they had called for my epidural. So, my parent's and kids left and it wasn't but 5 minutes and the anestesiologist was there with my epidural - yeah! Love that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, got the epidural - which was great but not as great as with Uno and Dos. I still had a little sensation in the perineal area but that was ok. I wasn't able to sleep like I had hoped because of that but it proved to be useful during delivery. The nurse came in and catherized me (which they left in until delivery) and then Dr. S wanted to put an internal contraction monitor on me because the contractions weren't measuring very strong. They actually never did measure very strong but were obvious enough to get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just laid there playing a hand held solitare game and The Coach slept or talked/texted on the phone. Around midnight, I started to feel like she was dropping down pretty low and the nurse checked me and I was an 8. So, just a little longer! She had Dr. S come in the next time a little closer to midnight and I was almost complete except for a little "lip". They had me lay on my other side for about 10-15 and when they came back in, it was time! After 6 rounds of counting to ten and pushing 3 times each - which ended up being 11 minutes, Tres was born at 7 lbs 5.2 ounces, 19 inches long! She had a lot of fluid in her chest from the quick birth so they had to suction her out quite a bit. But her apgar scores were 8 and 9 so that is really good. She has a headful of short brown hair and really dark blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed for just about 32-33 hours. We actually were leaving the hospital about the time I was suppose to be graduating from college. I felt really good this time around. I was just a little sore from my second degree tear but got around fine. I tired pretty easy and was a little sore when getting up from setting but all things considered - it's was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes us that people think that they create these little babies. We know that we are truely blessed by &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-3291541252353089924?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3291541252353089924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=3291541252353089924' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/3291541252353089924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/3291541252353089924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/tres-birth-story.html' title='Tres&apos; birth story :)'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-8312351600850322297</id><published>2008-09-17T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:42:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I need something to post about.......</title><content type='html'>I stole this from &lt;a href="http://momsinthefishbowl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom is in the Fishbowl&lt;/a&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;1. Where were you 10 years ago? In September of 1998, I was newly married and living in a one bedroom apartment with The Coach.  He had just started teaching and I was just beginning my career as a dental hygienist.  I'm not sure what we did without kids to take care of???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is on today's To Do List? Well, several things have been scratched off already such as take kids to school, do some shopping for the Coach, run by a school and pick up the instruments I forgot yesterday, sterilize those instruments, put up an order that came in yesterday, transfer all of our supplies from one area of a room to another, and eat a snack.  NOW - the rest of the day I have to go back to the school and supervise the students as the clean and seal some kiddy teeth, then come back to the university, complete the paperwork for the day, file the paperwork, then go to the visitation for a collegue's Mom, then head home maybe in time for Bible study...or maybe not.  The after Bible study it is the regular get the kids ready for bed and such..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if you were a billionaire? I would pay off our debts. Get the kids college funds set up. Invest for our future. Possibly build a new house, although the Coach likes this one so much, so maybe just do some remodeling.  Maybe quit work and stay home with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name 5 places you've lived:&lt;br /&gt;Well since this is an anonymous blog, let's say 5 houses in the midwest all within 20 minutes of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name 3 of your bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;negativity&lt;br /&gt;too large of portions with my food&lt;br /&gt;constantly picking the boogers out of my kid's noses.....hahahahaha....can't stand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are your favorite snacks?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Twizzlers&lt;br /&gt;Fruit of about any kind&lt;br /&gt;Good bread&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-8312351600850322297?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8312351600850322297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=8312351600850322297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8312351600850322297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8312351600850322297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/since-i-need-something-to-post-about.html' title='Since I need something to post about.......'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-261515001518964943</id><published>2008-09-15T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:30:53.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gloomy mancave Monday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy it is overcast today!!! Makes me want to crawl up in my unfinished basement and go to sleep :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are pics of the lighting! It has made a world of difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pic of our electrician and The Coach giving him a hand with running the wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246237742895198322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SM5hbnCD8HI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ic4t_Gxgji4/s320/IMG_3962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A view from the South looking North.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246237747581142386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SM5hb4fRxXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/C0IupFO6_rg/s320/IMG_3974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A view from the North looking South&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246239068485263842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SM5ioxPXIeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Tdu9oaIBfw0/s320/IMG_3971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a pic of the actual recessed light.  Nothing fancy....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246239074330276882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SM5ipHA69BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QiDY2iBH-cg/s320/IMG_3976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you notice those support beams?  They are now all covered up.  I would hate for Uno, Dos, or Tres to hit their noggin on straight metal.  So next week you will get to see what they look like all boxed in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-261515001518964943?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/261515001518964943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=261515001518964943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/261515001518964943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/261515001518964943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/gloomy-mancave-monday.html' title='A gloomy mancave Monday...'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SM5hbnCD8HI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ic4t_Gxgji4/s72-c/IMG_3962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-4279247792972151712</id><published>2008-09-14T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:00:42.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at my great deal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SM1CYdzsBcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4VB4xaIg0V4/s1600-h/dy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245922129042212290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SM1CYdzsBcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4VB4xaIg0V4/s320/dy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look what we got off Kohls.com today!  We got the original Dyson that usually is on sale for $399.99.  I had a 30% of coupon that saved us $120 making our cost right at $297 with tax :)  Then there was free shipping for orders over $75. Great deal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have the animal (purple) Dyson and wore it out.  The kids called it the purple monster....so now we will have a yellow monster!  Dyson is the best in our opinion!!&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/6789399934616582724-4279247792972151712?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4279247792972151712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=4279247792972151712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/4279247792972151712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/4279247792972151712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-at-my-great-deal.html' title='Look at my great deal!!!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SM1CYdzsBcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4VB4xaIg0V4/s72-c/dy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-7038533996620027589</id><published>2008-09-08T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T06:20:39.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday...</title><content type='html'>I have no pics of the mancave today - sorry to disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got a new laptop last week and all of the mancave pics are on my work computer, which is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side - I'm taking today off!!!  I have to be the good Mommy this afternoon and work the bookfair at Uno &amp;amp; Dos' school.  Why waste gas and an hour of my day driving to work and back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a mini vent of mine -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do some people not realize what a precious gift children are?  They are more precious and valuable than the 1 carat diamond ring your husband got you or that brand spankin new car in your garage!  Or even that treasured gift from a grandmother who passed on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do people not realize that when you are given children, it is your responsibility to raise them? To set limits for them?  To discipline them when they have done wrong?  To teach them authority?  And to watch over them?  And to keep them safe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that we are very protective of our children.  The world today is not as it was when I was growing up.  There are sick twisted people out there who will prey on your children.  Plus there are crazy kids out there that will try and force your children to do things that they know they aren't suppose to do.  Even in our small town there are these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are just lucky in that our kids know right from wrong and respect those in authority over them.  They know that if they misbehave, Mom and Dad are going to follow through with whatever discipline is appropriate for the situation.  Heaven forbid they get in trouble at school - because whatever their favorite thing at home is will be no more and they know this.  And if THEY EVER get sent to the principals office...it will not be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coach and I worked hard at instilling respect for authority, manners, knowledge of wrong and right.....  Was it easy? - heck no!  Are we done yet? - no way!  This is a daily thing and there are so many more things that we need to teach them.  Our kids are not perfect - don't get me wrong.  They have their own little quirks and their own little pet misbehaviors.  But we are proud of the people that they are becoming!  I'm sure not saying we are perfect parents either.  We both mess up daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a parent is the hardest job on earth.  You wear your heart outside your body and sometimes that heart is going to get broken.  Sometimes, a kid will do something or say something to you that will break your heart.  Other times, it breaks your heart to have to correct that child and follow through with discipline in order to grow them as a person.  Or maybe it will break your heart when that child chooses to make a bad decision and you have to go through the fire with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying that parenting is hard.....and some people really need to step up and take care of those precious gifts.  There are plenty of people out there who desire to have what you have - take care of what God has given you.  You are blessed beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is not directed toward anyone who reads this blog :) I just needed to get this out.  Thanks if you made it this far!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-7038533996620027589?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7038533996620027589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=7038533996620027589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7038533996620027589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7038533996620027589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-monday.html' title='It&apos;s Monday...'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-652529622787733318</id><published>2008-09-01T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:26:18.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mancave Monday again</title><content type='html'>It has been a super busy week here! No posts in a week - wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is the next installment in mancave Monday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we had done was to have a waterproofing system installed. The men came and jackhammered around 8 inches of concrete away from the perimeter of the basement on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they drilled holes at the base of the wall to allow water to come in if it builds up around the foundation. Next they laid what looks like guttering to me in the jack hammered area. Then they covered it with gravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv6bB_iwOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SotEjDKGD_A/s1600-h/IMG_3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241057933674070242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv6bB_iwOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SotEjDKGD_A/s320/IMG_3117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv6beRAYiI/AAAAAAAAADA/Sx_Zck9UYvo/s1600-h/IMG_3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241057941263508002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv6beRAYiI/AAAAAAAAADA/Sx_Zck9UYvo/s320/IMG_3118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv6bdb_MII/AAAAAAAAADI/MAwdjSTLo2c/s1600-h/IMG_3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241057941041131650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv6bdb_MII/AAAAAAAAADI/MAwdjSTLo2c/s320/IMG_3119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv6bqoz6bI/AAAAAAAAADQ/grQYwO9D84Y/s1600-h/IMG_3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241057944584579506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv6bqoz6bI/AAAAAAAAADQ/grQYwO9D84Y/s320/IMG_3120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, they came back and covered all that with concrete and installed a new motor and piping into our sump pump. The concrete is wet in the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv7Ax2LvlI/AAAAAAAAADY/8IIw49azkOk/s1600-h/IMG_3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241058582174875218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv7Ax2LvlI/AAAAAAAAADY/8IIw49azkOk/s320/IMG_3125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv7BJlaoNI/AAAAAAAAADg/2h6U5KreR58/s1600-h/IMG_3127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241058588546998482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv7BJlaoNI/AAAAAAAAADg/2h6U5KreR58/s320/IMG_3127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv7BHjiA3I/AAAAAAAAADo/hMk2anCYcw0/s1600-h/IMG_3128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241058588002222962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv7BHjiA3I/AAAAAAAAADo/hMk2anCYcw0/s320/IMG_3128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv7BKqKQqI/AAAAAAAAADw/l6HrHB9UQr0/s1600-h/IMG_3129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241058588835332770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv7BKqKQqI/AAAAAAAAADw/l6HrHB9UQr0/s320/IMG_3129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not had a drop of water on the basement floor since.  The wet smell is gone too - thank goodness!  This was well worth the $2800 we spent on it :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting a little more interesting??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-652529622787733318?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/652529622787733318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=652529622787733318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/652529622787733318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/652529622787733318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/mancave-monday-again.html' title='Mancave Monday again'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLv6bB_iwOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SotEjDKGD_A/s72-c/IMG_3117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-1507320407897930133</id><published>2008-08-25T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:17:32.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mancave Monday</title><content type='html'>I interrupt Monday's Mommyhood Moments to write about the mancave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought our house 6 years ago.  One of the things I really wanted was a basement to hide in when there are storms.  The Coach wants the basement to be his mancave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one problem was that the mancave got water when it rained.  Not tons of water but just enough to go from point a to the sump pump.  Carpet was a definite no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am going to post some pics of the mancave in it's unaltered state.  Some work has been done on the mancave in the past 4 or 5 months but we will save that for another Monday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwo5qLErI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VtgE3wWV_xs/s1600-h/IMG_3107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwo5qLErI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VtgE3wWV_xs/s400/IMG_3107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238443533304271538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwoyZDsLI/AAAAAAAAACY/QozcSwfZrcY/s1600-h/IMG_3106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwoyZDsLI/AAAAAAAAACY/QozcSwfZrcY/s400/IMG_3106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238443531353436338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwpAMpDkI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pv3JnGuDm-o/s1600-h/IMG_3105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwpAMpDkI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pv3JnGuDm-o/s400/IMG_3105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238443535059455554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwpF2OaYI/AAAAAAAAACo/uPWOoJC2nX8/s1600-h/IMG_3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwpF2OaYI/AAAAAAAAACo/uPWOoJC2nX8/s400/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238443536576047490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwpW0eshI/AAAAAAAAACw/Gz2KmdTa8JI/s1600-h/IMG_3103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwpW0eshI/AAAAAAAAACw/Gz2KmdTa8JI/s400/IMG_3103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238443541132128786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now isn't that just soooooo interesting????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better things are yet to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-1507320407897930133?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1507320407897930133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=1507320407897930133' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1507320407897930133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1507320407897930133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/mancave-monday.html' title='Mancave Monday'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SLKwo5qLErI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VtgE3wWV_xs/s72-c/IMG_3107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-472775629814424771</id><published>2008-08-23T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:37:51.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke the news to the kiddos....</title><content type='html'>And it actually went pretty well.  Dos says "She's dead?"  Uno cried, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them that I found her Tuesday in the jacuzzi tub and I buried her back behind the garden.  Dos said "Can I see where you buried her?"  So we will go out later (once I get a bra on - lol) and see where I put her.  Uno wants absolutely nothing to do with seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Uno cried for about 30 minutes and was done.  Then she said "I think Skittles would get along well with a dog." hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids want a dog really, really bad.  Some days I want a dog a little bad.  The Coach doesn't want one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have told the kids that most of the cats have to die off before we get a dog.  Well, we are getting closer...hahaha.  That is where that comment from Uno came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coach says two more to go and it's DOG TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-472775629814424771?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/472775629814424771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=472775629814424771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/472775629814424771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/472775629814424771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/broke-news-to-kiddos.html' title='Broke the news to the kiddos....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-3895926459904365484</id><published>2008-08-21T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:28:52.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think animals mourn???</title><content type='html'>Because I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had "my cat" put down last year at the vets office.  You couldn't have told that she was gone by the other 5 cat's behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NOW - these cats are mopey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if it makes a difference that our cat died in the house.  Maybe in the wee hours of the night on Tuesday, the other cats all gathered around and gave their last respects to the dead cat....hmmmmm....funny visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coach said that people say that death has a smell.  Maybe they smelled death on her?  I watched one of the cats smell her the night before and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cats just aren't acting the same.  They just seem to be depressed.  Poor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now me - I think I must be the worst cat owner ever.  Or maybe I should just own up to the fact that the cat that died just wasn't my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she got on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was pushy and needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had really sharp claws in back and liked to use them accidentally.  When I was in my last month of pregnancy with Uno, she cut my preggo belly vertically so that it looked like the old-time c-section scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had white fur (calico) and insisted on spreading it everywhere.  If there was a dark piece of clothing out, you could lay money on the fact that she would be on it by the time you got back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would meow and meow to be fed and then scarf it down.....then puke it back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would poop right outside the litter box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always joked that we would like to "kick her off the island" but never had the heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's jumped ship now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mean aren't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-3895926459904365484?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3895926459904365484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=3895926459904365484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/3895926459904365484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/3895926459904365484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-think-animals-mourn.html' title='Do you think animals mourn???'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-5012707854256244375</id><published>2008-08-20T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:13:23.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot Woot Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you, I needed something to Woot Woot about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I started my morning bleary-eyed because Tres had a tummy ache all night and was restless and fussy.  I was hot because the a/c decided not to work in the middle of the night.  And I was well, sad and put-out because on of our cats kicked the bucket in our jacuzzi tub - and I had to dig the hole.  So, that was no way to start the morning!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So today, Dos had his first full-day of kindergarten.  Rewind 3 years and Uno was starting kindergarten.  She wanted me to walk her in and stay with her until she went to her classroom while she boo-hooed and got blotchy in the face.  BROKE MY HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gearing up for a repeat session of that fun with Dos.  But what does the little sucker give me?????  I want Sissy to walk me into the gym!  What???  You mean I carried you for 10 months, pushed you out of my netherplaces and I don't even get to graduate you into your school-life??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is what happened.  He and Uno gave me kisses and went happily into school together.  No tears, no fuss, nothing.  Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go to pick him up - there were no tears during the day &amp; he had fun.  He did however, forget to put his lunch box in the rubbermaid where it is suppose to go so he ended up eating hot lunch.  It didn't faze him - he just went with the flow.  Now Uno, that would have been the end of the world and the source of all tears and drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, given that he was so happy to go to school, the sending of him to school was much easier on me.  I won't say that I didn't cry, because I did - a little.  But if he would have done the same as Uno did in kindergarten (and incidentally 1st &amp; 2nd grades but not this year!) I would have been a royal mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the cat.  We don't know why she died.  She was acting weird for a week or so but she really was a strange cat.  We noticed her breathing was labored last night but it was too late to go to the vet.  She must have passed some time in the early morning.  It's amazing how quickly they get...ummmm...stiff.  When I found her around 6am she was still a bit moveable but solid.  But by 8:00am after I had took the kids where they needed to go and had dug the hole, she was...ummmmm....pretty stiff.  It was gross.  The Coach owes me BIG TIME for that one.  And I mean BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided not to tell the kids about it until this weekend.  Uno will be really upset and Dos just doesn't need another thing on his mind with school starting.  It absolutely AMAZES me that they haven't noticed though - AMAZES ME!  We have....well now....4 cats so it isn't like she was the only one.  But she was "Uno's cat."  Unreal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-5012707854256244375?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5012707854256244375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=5012707854256244375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/5012707854256244375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/5012707854256244375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/woot-woot-wednesday_20.html' title='Woot Woot Wednesday'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-5915909981422788031</id><published>2008-08-17T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:49:50.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My quirky kids!</title><content type='html'>I stole this from &lt;a href="http://mimitchells.blogspot.com/2008/08/odds-and-ends-game-of-tag-and-awards.html"&gt;Jen at Buried with Children&lt;/a&gt; and thought it sounded fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to list 2 quirky things about each of my kids so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno is a girly, girl.  She is very prissy, very sensitive, very emotional, but also very intelligent and very loving.  She can have quite a bit of drama at home over little things but has yet to get into the drama at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno is very creative.  She is always making up these little scenarios in her head that are totally, and I mean totally off the wall.  She says that she wants to be a children's book writer when she grows up - she has the mind for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write a lot on Dos because his little personality is in the process of changing.  He is becoming more aware of things that could be embarassing and it is fuuny but sad at the same time - because Mom is one of those things :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos has always had a facination with drawing on something with some thing.  When he was a toddler, it was a crayon and board book.  Then it was the Blues Clues Notebooks. Then we moved to small notebooks with pencils or crayons.  NOW, we like legal pads with pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos is an emotion stuffer but isn't good at it. He likes to have 'tude when he has had enough and gets in trouble every day for how he choses to react to things.  He's getting better but it's a sllllooooow process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres has been sooooo funny with baby dolls lately!  She is our first to like babies that much.  I sat with her in her room last night while she would take two different babies and lay them next to each other, then pick them up, then lay them down the same way some place else, and repeat.  Then she would take the plastic headed one and rub it's head and pat it's back.  It just brought me so much joy to watch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go to my parent's house, Tres is the sippy cup snatcher.  She is an equal opportunity sippy cup drinker.  She will walk around with two sippy cups - whatever ones she grabs, and will drink from them both.  Then she will take Uno or Dos' sippy and drink it while looking them straight in the eye.  She knows what she is doing!!!&lt;br /&gt;(And I gave up fighting my dad to not give Uno &amp; Dos sippy cups.  They are concerned about spills on their carpet.  I can see their point.  We NEVER do sippy cups at home for Uno &amp; Dos though......but our carpet is pretty crappy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyone who wants can do this and link it back to me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-5915909981422788031?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5915909981422788031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=5915909981422788031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/5915909981422788031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/5915909981422788031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-quirky-kids.html' title='My quirky kids!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-7103575218963656533</id><published>2008-08-17T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:29:55.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve to my broken heart...</title><content type='html'>Where have the last 5 years gone?  What happen to this little baby boy I brought home from the hospital?  How did he grow up so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, him going to kindergarten is feeling much harder than when Uno went.  I don't know if it is because he is "my boy" or what.  But it is going to be SOOO hard to hold my tears until he is out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I have been dreading tomorrow even though he only goes a half day to start and I actually go with him.  But still it is the closing of a chapter - and I'm not ready for the book to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I'm having my little pity party today, he comes up on the couch and snuggles with me.  Then what does he do that makes me realize he is still my little boy in that big body - he plays with my hair....just as he did from 6 months until a year or so ago.  He takes it between his fingers and rubs it back and forth - for his comfort.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the Lord for that hair pulling.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-7103575218963656533?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7103575218963656533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=7103575218963656533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7103575218963656533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7103575218963656533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/salve-to-my-broken-heart.html' title='Salve to my broken heart...'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-3357684686637063767</id><published>2008-08-15T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:04:53.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Fab Favs!</title><content type='html'>I'm having a hard time thinking of favs today ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKXtxTp1EZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QwXh7Welg1M/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKXtxTp1EZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QwXh7Welg1M/s400/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234851573233160594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite candy of all time!  It has to be the real thing - no imitations.  I could down a whole 1 lb bag of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKXui8FMfKI/AAAAAAAAACA/att1CaAMudk/s1600-h/thumbnail01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKXui8FMfKI/AAAAAAAAACA/att1CaAMudk/s400/thumbnail01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234852425898949794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my absolute favorite place to buy kids clothes!  The closests TCP is an over hour away so we don't go there very often.  But they have $5 shipping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKXvMpxfrKI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pv8eHfpj06E/s1600-h/thumbnailCA8BTYJ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKXvMpxfrKI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pv8eHfpj06E/s400/thumbnailCA8BTYJ1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234853142538988706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my new favorite channel.  We just got Direct Tv and along with that, we got this channel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-3357684686637063767?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3357684686637063767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=3357684686637063767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/3357684686637063767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/3357684686637063767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/fridays-fab-favs.html' title='Friday&apos;s Fab Favs!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKXtxTp1EZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QwXh7Welg1M/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-2184097067213152910</id><published>2008-08-14T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:26:22.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things....</title><content type='html'>The Coach and I had special lunch with Uno today at Dairy Queen.  There was this little girl acting silly and giggling in another both.  Uno was sitting there watching her and this is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Your trying not to laugh aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno: (cracks a smile with a little giggle) "I'm trying not to L-O-L"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coach: crazy loud laughing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What did she say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coach: "I'm trying not to L-O-L"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: laughing not as crazily but laughing none the less...to Uno "You are so funny.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno: "The kids at school say it ALL the time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coach: "Well, I L-O-L'ed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's growing up too quick :(.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And #2 - did you know there is such a thing as fantasy fishing?????  As if fantasy football and baseball weren't enough!  Next thing there will be fantasy nascar, fantasy deer hunting, fantasy poker, fantasy bowling....the list could go on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is setting next to me all engrossed on his puter with this fantasy fishing stuff...craziness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-2184097067213152910?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2184097067213152910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=2184097067213152910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2184097067213152910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2184097067213152910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-things.html' title='Two things....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-2538257822664457829</id><published>2008-08-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:03:38.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirley signs away her life....</title><content type='html'>Apparently my name is Shirley - or so it is said by the real estate notary that came to our house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We FINALLY closed on our refinance today!!  FINALLY!  It has been a long process filled with "Well, I need a copy of this..." and "Underwriting needs a copy of that..."  and "It needs to be an official W2."  We are SO happy to have this over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we didn't have one of those adjustable rate mortgages that seem to be bankrupting so many Americans.  We just decided to use the equity in our home to finish the basement, put up a fence (possibly), and pay off some stupid debt.  Yes, we did sign on for another 30 years of working for the mortgage company but we have high hopes of chopping down the loan given that by getting rid of the stupid debt, we will be ahead over $200/month even with a higher mortgage payment.  Super yeah for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole entire time we were signing the papers the lady would say "Now, Shirley you need to sign here....."  My name is not Shirley....but then it isn't Adelaine either! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coach come up to me after and said "So Shirley.....(followed by something I don't rememeber)"  and I said "Well, since I'm not Shirley, I'm not responsible for paying on this mortgage!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the loan officially closes on Monday and we will get our $$$ soon after!  Come on basement!!!  We have the electrician here today to do the lighting - woohooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-2538257822664457829?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2538257822664457829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=2538257822664457829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2538257822664457829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2538257822664457829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/shirley-signs-away-her-life.html' title='Shirley signs away her life....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-5394868732068943636</id><published>2008-08-11T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:33:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try This Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKCvIrc5KII/AAAAAAAAABU/St0v6jaHk1g/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKCvIrc5KII/AAAAAAAAABU/St0v6jaHk1g/s400/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233375330642241666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a magazine reader, you should pic up a copy of this!  But you have to be one that wants to really READ the magazine.  If you are a flipper, you will totally miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a subscription to this last year as a "Bonus" to the Family Fun subscription I bought from my daughter's school fundraiser.  I thought - eh, I like magazines and this will be another one to pass my time.  Honestly, I probably would have never picked one up to buy it.  Now I'm contemplating the renewal coming up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the stories in here.  They are written so creatively and you can tell the people that wrote the articles actually have children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to set down with this magazine and get all wrapped up in the stories - it's truely a great read!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-5394868732068943636?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5394868732068943636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=5394868732068943636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/5394868732068943636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/5394868732068943636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/try-this-tuesday.html' title='Try This Tuesday!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKCvIrc5KII/AAAAAAAAABU/St0v6jaHk1g/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-7640994760864910487</id><published>2008-08-09T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:23:29.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years together...... :)</title><content type='html'>The Coach and I celebrated our 10th anniversary last night!!!  The Coach was totally responsible for all the planning and he really outdid himself!!  We had a great time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of what I got before we left the house...I was instructed to wear something that went with "this" as the black box appeared.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3nAAjqGQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OiHIUrJ-JAg/s1600-h/IMG_3945edit.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3nAAjqGQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OiHIUrJ-JAg/s320/IMG_3945edit.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where we ate - The Giant City Lodge.  I had been here before but The Coach hadn't.  We had the family dinner of fried chicken, corn, coleslaw, biscuits, green beans, mashed potatoes, gravy, and chicken &amp; dumplings.  Yum!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3nhtKHBII/AAAAAAAAAMk/-LK4j2R25Ww/s1600-h/IMG_3900edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3nhtKHBII/AAAAAAAAAMk/-LK4j2R25Ww/s400/IMG_3900edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232592908318082178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.davieschoolinn.com/"&gt;Davies School Inn&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a old school building that a young couple bought and opened as a bed and breakfast 4 years ago.  My dear husband splurged and got us the honeymoon suite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3pLJqfa4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lNNqGI_YBLw/s1600-h/IMG_3905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3pLJqfa4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lNNqGI_YBLw/s400/IMG_3905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232594719856356226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our suite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3pZU8ofhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8aYMk-44MQs/s1600-h/IMG_3909edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3pZU8ofhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8aYMk-44MQs/s400/IMG_3909edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232594963403406866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3pjF-gP9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jrbN_ixdgmo/s1600-h/IMG_3908edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3pjF-gP9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jrbN_ixdgmo/s400/IMG_3908edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232595131183415250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Coach proposed to me 12+ years ago, he said that he would get me something "bigger" when we celebrated our 10th anniversary....and he was true to his word!!!  I thought that the necklace was my gift and I was completely happy with that - boy was I suprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3qnoj4NNI/AAAAAAAAANE/DN8X9joe28I/s1600-h/IMG_3940edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3qnoj4NNI/AAAAAAAAANE/DN8X9joe28I/s400/IMG_3940edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232596308698084562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say that I also love my engagement ring even though it doesn't fit at the moment.  My Grandma, who passed away the year after we were married, gave me her engagement ring to be reset into my own engagement ring.  So, it has special meaning to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great night spending time together WITHOUT the kids - big thanks to our 3 favorite babysitting sisters!!  Our bed was a tempurpedic matress...can you say we need to start saving the money for a new matress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of our package, The Coach ordered breakfast to be served in our suite.  We woke up 7 minutes before it was to be served - at 9:00am!  Yeah for sleeping in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our breakfast was amazing!  We had a glorified omlet, fried potatoes, bacon, watermelon, apple stollen, and OJ.  Then I had to have coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3r5xoCjmI/AAAAAAAAANM/o2CVnOw6PZ4/s1600-h/IMG_3921edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3r5xoCjmI/AAAAAAAAANM/o2CVnOw6PZ4/s400/IMG_3921edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232597719880732258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3r54uNS5I/AAAAAAAAANU/4MhRNr4f77k/s1600-h/IMG_3924edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3r54uNS5I/AAAAAAAAANU/4MhRNr4f77k/s400/IMG_3924edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232597721785650066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of a little planter that was in the hallway on the way to our room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3sdsjqLXI/AAAAAAAAANk/-h32c_WNEFo/s1600-h/IMG_3935edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3sdsjqLXI/AAAAAAAAANk/-h32c_WNEFo/s400/IMG_3935edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232598336995470706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-7640994760864910487?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7640994760864910487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=7640994760864910487' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7640994760864910487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7640994760864910487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-years-together.html' title='10 years together...... :)'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ldz3w1j1Q1o/SJ3nAAjqGQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OiHIUrJ-JAg/s72-c/IMG_3945edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-6664135977987590278</id><published>2008-08-07T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:08:33.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mommy....</title><content type='html'>I meant to post this on Monday as a Motherhood Moment but life has been a bit busy this week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sometime this weekend or Monday or ....well I don't remember.....anyways, I was trying to explain to Uno why I go to the gym.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I go to the gym to try and make myself healthier.  I said that my family has a lot of people in it with Diabetes (Type II) and that her MawMaw, my Mom, has Type I diabetes.  Then I went on to explain that people who are heavier have a higher risk of getting diabetes and with so many people in my family with it, I really needed to lose some weight to lessen my chances of getting it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I went on to tell her that she needs to eat more fruits and veggies and not just all carbs because if she would continue eating that way when she is older she will be more likely to be heavier.  Then if she is heavier, she will be at a higher risk for diabetes because of her family history.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE CRIED!!!  and not just cry but splotchy face crying!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mean Momma aren't I!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mancave is starting next week!!!  YEAH!!!! The electrician is coming to put in lighting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-6664135977987590278?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6664135977987590278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=6664135977987590278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/6664135977987590278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/6664135977987590278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-mommy.html' title='Bad Mommy....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-7185675753926590738</id><published>2008-08-05T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:28:28.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot Woot Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>Let's see, what to be excited about this Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a job, I work for a grant funded program at a university.  We go into communities using portable dental equipment and do exams, cleanings, fluoride and sealants on children.  During the school year we go into the public schools.  During the summer, we go to churches, health departments, community centers, and social service places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our last clinic of the summer - big woot woot for that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clinic was also a new one to us and the one that had the least amount of publicity.  We ended up seeing about 50 kids today!!  I was super excited about that.  I only expected there to be maybe 20 kids and for it to be a slow and easy day.  Not so!  We were very busy and had hardly no down time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in order to beef up the number of kids we see during the school year, we go to school registrations to get face to face contact with parents in hopes of them signing up the kids for our services.  Myself and two other people attended one the past few days in shifts.  At this particular school, we only saw 7 kids last year.  This year we had 80-90 parents sign up their kids!!!  Huge Woot Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm.....the big 10 years for the Coach and I on Friday.  Dinner out, night with out the kids, and apparently him and Uno went to buy my present today :)  Wonder what it is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question for you all - what should I get the Coach for out anniversary???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have always done cards in the past but 10 years calls for a present.  I'm at a loss and he is no help....He is the hardest to buy for!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-7185675753926590738?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7185675753926590738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=7185675753926590738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7185675753926590738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7185675753926590738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/woot-woot-wednesday.html' title='Woot Woot Wednesday!!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-8284400149495282613</id><published>2008-08-01T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:20:18.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Friday Favorites!</title><content type='html'>Long time no post, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get back on the train with a few favs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SJOJFi_8J0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/yL1sruOsyIg/s1600-h/tread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SJOJFi_8J0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/yL1sruOsyIg/s400/tread.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229674320694617922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite machine at the gym.  At 2.0 mph for 20 minutes, I can burn 170 calories on this bad boy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SJOKIrlQU8I/AAAAAAAAABE/Rt1ARGKeQ2A/s1600-h/sb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SJOKIrlQU8I/AAAAAAAAABE/Rt1ARGKeQ2A/s400/sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229675474049848258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are soooo tasty! They are the South Beach Diet Cinnamon Raisin bars. They taste just like a cinnamon roll - no joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SJOKpNyuH1I/AAAAAAAAABM/pO1ViOOftbQ/s1600-h/muf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SJOKpNyuH1I/AAAAAAAAABM/pO1ViOOftbQ/s400/muf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229676032988946258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren't necessarily my favorite - i just eat cleanup after Tres.  But Uno, Tres, and the Coach LOVE these.  The Coach and Uno prefer the blueberry ones and Tres prefers the chocolate chip ones.  I think they both taste good.  But Tres wants to eat these all the time - and I'm not above feeding them too her a couple times a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coach and I will be celebrating our 10th anniversary this coming week.  I LOVE the fact that I know absolutely nothing about our plans.  Well, I know that our plans involve leaving on Friday and spending the night somewhere without children.  I guess that part about gifts I appreciate the most is the thought - the planning - the thinking of what I would like.  And to let him make all the decisions about this means a lot to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-8284400149495282613?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8284400149495282613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=8284400149495282613' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8284400149495282613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8284400149495282613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/fabulous-friday-favorites.html' title='Fabulous Friday Favorites!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SJOJFi_8J0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/yL1sruOsyIg/s72-c/tread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-2366557952134819281</id><published>2008-07-28T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:40:49.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm overweight - wooohoooo!!!</title><content type='html'>Strange title, eh?  Who would ever be excited about that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me!  I mentioned in a previous post that our wii fit has me catagorized as obese although I never saw myself as that - I mean I don't have rolls and rolls of fat!  I just have nice cushions of cellulite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I haven't been on the wii fit in quite a while because I headed back to the real gym.  Dos decided he wanted to play wii tonight and I asked him if I could do something real quick before he started playing.  So I weighed myself on the wii fit.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm overweight!!!!  I'm no longer obesse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy I know - but in my mind, it is progress :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal honestly is to just be healthier.  My Mom is a type 1 diabetic and I have a very strong family history of type 2 diabetes.  I figure that if I want to have a relatively healthy life as I grow older, I need to shed a lot of pounds to decrease my risk of developing type 2 diabetes.  Then there is the heart disease that runs in the family too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be that Mom that everyone looks at and says "I can't believe she had 3 kids!"  But, let's get real - that isn't going to happen.  My skin didn't just bounce back to where it was pre-babies and gravity has taken a tole on the ladies.  So I will never look like I hadn't birthed 3 lil ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can be healthy and strong enough to keep up with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-2366557952134819281?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2366557952134819281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=2366557952134819281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2366557952134819281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/2366557952134819281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-overweight-wooohoooo.html' title='I&apos;m overweight - wooohoooo!!!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-4651181144734869265</id><published>2008-07-28T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:45:27.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little mayo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Mayonnaise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcondimentareyouquiz/mayo.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a very quiet, introverted person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're happy to sit back and let stronger personalities shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty and harmony. You try to bring people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste in food leans toward simple comfort foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love holiday meals as well as old school favorites like mac and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along with mustard and ketchup personalities. You have an unlikely alliance with hot sauce personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcondimentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Condiment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mayo!!!  And this is pretty right on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-4651181144734869265?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4651181144734869265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=4651181144734869265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/4651181144734869265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/4651181144734869265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-mayo.html' title='A little mayo....'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-1162196201477034280</id><published>2008-07-27T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:48:41.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Children,</title><content type='html'>Thank you so much for your generous contributions to the stankiness of our van.  I know that you are only trying to keep me in shape and busy by subjecting me to relentless cleanup in the house and in the vehicles - for that I am appreciative.  But, in order to not embarass your little buddies you will be bringing to VBS tomorrow, I went in search of the think causing the stankiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched in compartments that were intended for storage.  Oh my genius children - you used these for trash containers!!!  Oh the dehydrated chicken nuggets, squished paper cups, and gum wrappers.  Then behind those compartments, apparently they needed some extra support because what did I find - GUM!  Yes, gum that I picked off with my nice, sharp, dig your eyeballs out fingernails.  But still - that was not the stankiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprayed down any sprayable surface of the van with my handy Green Works cleaner and still there was the stank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start picking up trash in the front of van and what do I find, a lunch box!!!  I open the lunchbox and............phew!!!!  That was the stank.  Hmmmm......what is this I see in here - baby carrots, a molded version of some fruit..........hmmmmmm............the only child that comes near a veggie is Tres and she isn't packing lunch yet.  Ahhhhhhhhh...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm .....it was me :)  Sorry kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-1162196201477034280?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1162196201477034280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=1162196201477034280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1162196201477034280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/1162196201477034280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-children.html' title='Dear Children,'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-8466643923381161341</id><published>2008-07-25T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:55:01.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Commandments of Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>I found this on some off-shoot of Yahoo...Infoworld.  It is the Ten Commandments of Cell Phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Thou shalt not subject defenseless others to cell phone conversations. When people cannot escape the banality of your conversation, such as on the bus, in a cab, on a grounded airplane, or at the dinner table, you should spare them. People around you should have the option of not listening. If they don't, you shouldn't be babbling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can't say that I'm real guilty of this one....unless the family doesn't want to hear me talk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Thou shalt not set thy ringer to play La Cucaracha every time thy phone rings. Or Beethoven's Fifth, or the Bee Gees, or any other annoying melody. Is it not enough that phones go off every other second? Now we have to listen to synthesized nonsense?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mine ringtone is Canon by Pachbel.....very peaceful.  Now my txt message alert is the Westminster bells - and it even gets on my nerves sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Thou shalt turn thy cell phone off during public performances. I'm not even sure this one needs to be said, but given the repeated violations of this heretofore unwritten law, I felt compelled to include it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;If I ever forget this I feel horribly guilty!!!  My fav is when someone forgets to turn it off druing church and the preacher is in the middle of a sermon and you hear some hiphop ringtone playing.  One time this happened and it was some old man!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Thou shalt not wear more than two wireless devices on thy belt. This hasn't become a big problem yet. But with plenty of techno-jockeys sporting pagers and phones, Batman-esque utility belts are sure to follow. Let's nip this one in the bud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Thou shalt not dial while driving. In all seriousness, this madness has to stop. There are enough people in the world who have problems mastering vehicles and phones individually. Put them together and we have a serious health hazard on our hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Um yeah - sooooooo guilty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Thou shalt not wear thy earpiece when thou art not on thy phone. This is not unlike being on the phone and carrying on another conversation with someone who is physically in your presence. No one knows if you are here or there. Very disturbing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh this is a HUGE pet peeve!!!  Like the bluetooth is some sort of a status signal???  Seriously people - if you are in a place where you can physically use your hands, hold the phone to your ear!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Thou shalt not speak louder on thy cell phone than thou would on any other phone. These things have incredibly sensitive microphones, and it's gotten to the point where I can tell if someone is calling me from a cell because of the way they are talking, not how it sounds. If your signal cuts out, speaking louder won't help, unless the person is actually within earshot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hahaha I like that last sentence - that's great!  I wonder if I'm guilty here.....my Dad is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Thou shalt not grow too attached to thy cell phone. For obvious reasons, a dependency on constant communication is not healthy. At work, go nuts. At home, give it a rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yeah, I'm kind of attached but I think I have a legimate excuse....the cell phone is our home phone!  About a year ago we had our land line switched over to a cell phone in the effort to save a little $$$.  The Coach, however, is addicted to texting on his.  Somedays it drives me nuts and I want to throw the phone up against the wall!!!....but then we would have to buy a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Thou shalt not attempt to impress with thy cell phone. Not only is using a cell phone no longer impressive in any way (unless it's one of those really cool new phones with the space age design), when it is used for that reason, said user can be immediately identified as a neophyte and a poseur.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh some people are sooooo guilty of this.  Not us though!!!  We have plain ol' regular size phones with only a camera and the ability to text.  No email or web on these babies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Thou shalt not slam thy cell phone down on a restaurant table just in case it rings. This is not the Old West, and you are not a gunslinger sitting down to a game of poker in the saloon. Could you please be a little less conspicuous? If it rings, you'll hear it just as well if it's in your coat pocket or clipped on your belt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yeah, guilty here....I have a hard time hearing in noisy places though :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed this - I got a kick out of it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-8466643923381161341?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8466643923381161341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=8466643923381161341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8466643923381161341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8466643923381161341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-commandments-of-cell-phones.html' title='The Ten Commandments of Cell Phones'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-7500665894875173086</id><published>2008-07-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:21:07.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Favorite Fridays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm - we will see if this title sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226968644867688322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SInsSfFxh4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/h-btVamSGBU/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;McDonald's coffee - this is what I start my day with. A large McD's coffee with 3 splenda. I've learned to drink it black since I realized how many sat fat grams I was putting in it with my 5 creamer I used to want. Just coffee from the mcd's though. No food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226969375002771010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIns8_DivkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fvY2JS1466U/s320/cereal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smart Start Cereal - this is my food of choice in the mornings. I like the crunch and it has a descent amount of protein and fiber in it. On my working mornings, I will just pour myself a sandwich baggy and eat dry with my McD's coffee on the way to work. Tasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226970020589734594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIntikDeCsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qaLhuUTg0Cs/s320/scent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bath and Body Works Blushing Cherry Blossom - this is my favorite scent.....atleast right now.  I'm a little fickle with my scents.  Something new will come along and this one will go to the back of the cabinet.  Mmmmmmm.....I'm wearing it today :)  As soon as we get our jacuzzi tub all cleaned out, I am going to buy some bubble bath in this scent and enjoy a much needed soak!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is in our jacuzzi tub - storage??? from when we had a water drainage system put in the basement.  I started cleaning out the basement bathroom yesterday and the jacuzzi tub currently contains a play kitchen, a little toy bead chaser thingy, and a plastic chair that goes with a little tykes desk.  Oh, and lets not forget the concrete dust that covers absolutely every surface in the stinking basement from 2 days of relentless jackhammering of concrete.  It was big fun!  But, it rained like the dickens last night and NO WATER IN THE BASEMENT!!!!  Yeah!!!!  Carpet here we come :) The Coach has major plans for the man cave.....I'm sure that will be the subject of many posts to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm at a loss already with favs....gonna have to brainstorm before next week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-7500665894875173086?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7500665894875173086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=7500665894875173086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7500665894875173086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7500665894875173086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/fabulous-favorite-fridays.html' title='Fabulous Favorite Fridays!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SInsSfFxh4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/h-btVamSGBU/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-7207218912741654432</id><published>2008-07-23T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:30:22.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot Woot Wednesday!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIfpL9bkuVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PYAQBN6oGQQ/s1600-h/woot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226402284264798546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIfpL9bkuVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PYAQBN6oGQQ/s400/woot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this name came to me on the way to work today. Maybe I will stick with it, maybe I won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woot woot - I have lost 5 pounds - YEAH! Ya gotta start somewhere. The Wii Fit labels me as obese - although I really don't see myself that way. But obviously, 5 pounds is a drop in the bucket but I'm still excited for some progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I doing it? Well, I started in June on sparkpeople.com. I thought I would spend a month or so tracking my food and then start in with the exercise - kind of easing into it so I didn't go full throttle with diet and exercise then burn out real quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, did tracking my food teach me things! I was consuming half of my calories for a day in one meal sometimes!!! And if it happen to be buffet Sunday at Pizza Hut, well I'd eat a day's worth in an hour! So, I have learned to make better choices and eat smaller portions. It's not easy though. I struggle everyday with the temptation to overeat, eat because I'm bored, eat because I'm sad or stressed, or eat because it just looks or sounds good. It's an everyday battle. But so far, I'm beating it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then just last week this time I added exercise. I will do either the treadclimber or eliptical for about 15 minutes, then some strength training on the nautilis machines - lower body one day, upper body the next. Then I will end with around 10 minutes on the stationary bike. And funny thing is I'm actually enjoying it! I like having an hour out of my day that I can spend time on myself and my health. And if you actually think about it - I am doing something for my family by trying to better my health. I would like to be around to see some grandbabies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Woot Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-7207218912741654432?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7207218912741654432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=7207218912741654432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7207218912741654432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7207218912741654432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/woot-woot-wednesday.html' title='Woot Woot Wednesday!!!!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIfpL9bkuVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PYAQBN6oGQQ/s72-c/woot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-565240266419774941</id><published>2008-07-22T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:45:52.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So for tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>What should I call Wednesday's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having a title for each day because if gives me some focus.  I'm having a hard time coming up with a subject.......Whatever Wednesdays?, Whatcha Eating Wednesday?, What In the World Wednesdays, What's Up in the World Wednesday?.......yes I have a thing with alliteration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-565240266419774941?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/565240266419774941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=565240266419774941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/565240266419774941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/565240266419774941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-for-tomorrow.html' title='So for tomorrow...'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-7709369931079370852</id><published>2008-07-22T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:10:14.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try this Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>So I think that I will call Tuesday's "Try this Tuesday"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my first Try This Tuesday..........here is my new favorite line of cleaning products!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIXpQ8uIW8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yuayhx-vrv4/s1600-h/images01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225839420020120514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIXpQ8uIW8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yuayhx-vrv4/s400/images01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GREENWORKS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have started getting a little more aware of the products that we use at home - being safe around the kiddos.  This stuff seriously works better than our old standby 409 and The Works.  So far I've only used the multipurpose spray and the toliet bowl cleaner.  But both have far exceeded my expectations!!!! LOVE this stuff!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;##############################&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And speaking of cleaning things.  The ol' custodial staff at this university have outdone themselves.  When using the potty this morning, someone came into the stall next to me.  The floor was SO shiny, that I could see the darkened reflection of the lady in the next stall preparing to do her business.  Then I realized, if I can see her reflection, I bet she can see mine......and that is a little &lt;strong&gt;creepy&lt;/strong&gt;.......so I looked away!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-7709369931079370852?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7709369931079370852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=7709369931079370852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7709369931079370852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/7709369931079370852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/try-this-tuesday.html' title='Try this Tuesday!'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIXpQ8uIW8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yuayhx-vrv4/s72-c/images01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-8033806434728840</id><published>2008-07-21T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:47:36.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Mommyhood Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIShcFWgAcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MpKnXnc9_Vo/s1600-h/2954630210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225478971501576642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIShcFWgAcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MpKnXnc9_Vo/s400/2954630210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night, I fed Tres and decided she really needed a bath because she was a booger mess. I started running the water in the tub then took her back to change the lovely mess that she had left in her diapy - which was a nice size mess, mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get back to the tub and I put her in and she starts playing and splashing. I get the towels out and then turn around to find her getting up from a squat and leaving a big floating present!!! &lt;strong&gt;YUCKKKK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So out comes Tres - out comes her toys. Tres sets happily on the floor while I start to use the removeable showerhead to attempt to rinse her generous gift down the shower drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention her favorite foods right now are blueberries and raisins???? Yeah, they take a trip through the 22 pound body fairly unscathed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I am starting to rinse the tub, Uno comes in to go potty and I hear her go "&lt;em&gt;Oh, Mommy!!!! Oh, yuck!!!! Oh Tres!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn around to see that my precious little baby has decided to leave me yet a third present on the floor and &lt;strong&gt;INSIDE &lt;/strong&gt;the floor register!!!!! Then she is proceeding to kick her little feet in it and feel it with her grimmy little hands. Gross!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank the Lord that the register was closed!!! If it wasn't, we would have been smelling that for months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I pick her back up - hose her down in the already contaminated bathtub - wrap her in a towel - close the door to the unsanitary bathroom - tell the other kids not to go into the filthy place - and take her to the master bath where she actually had her bath with no more gifts for Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Tres was pretty much oblivious to the chaos. Since she had her tubes put in, we have to put wax in her ears anytime she is going to be in water. So she was probably just hearing "wah, wah, wah" like on Charlie Brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what a little doll she was in the bath. I put her in about 2 inches of water with bubbles and she just played, played, played! I'd imagine she felt good after relieving herself so much. She got on her tummy and just kicked and kicked. Then she thought that since she was on her tummy, she needed to lay her head down - ooopppps!!! That doesn't quite work! She would pop right up and go "uh, uh, uh" for me to wipe her face off. So cute :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then the clean up has to happen. That involves a lot of disinfectant, using the end of tweezers to pry the floor register up, opening the register to "flush" it, and a baby gated in the computer room being watched over by her siblings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just say one thing about the clean-up process - the blueberries and raisins that remained unscathed during their journey through my precious baby.......well, they don't go down the drain!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that girl can eat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-8033806434728840?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8033806434728840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=8033806434728840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8033806434728840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/8033806434728840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/mondays-mommyhood-moment.html' title='Monday&apos;s Mommyhood Moment'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SIShcFWgAcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MpKnXnc9_Vo/s72-c/2954630210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789399934616582724.post-547199405111014686</id><published>2008-07-20T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:33:01.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>An introduction</title><content type='html'>Hello all in bloggy land!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Adelaine and I am married to The Coach.  We have 3 wonderful little kiddos - Uno (8 year old girl), Dos (5 year old boy), and Tres (1 year old girl).  Obviously, all of these names are anonymous.  My name is not Adelaine - although it is my favorite girl name :)  I would have pushed for that as a name for one of the girls but someone in our family had already used a name really close to Adelaine.  Then, anyone who would name their children Spanish numbers is a little wacko.  But, I'm not super creative that way so Uno, Dos, Tres it is.  The Coach - well, there is actually truth in that one.  My husband does coach, but that is not his main job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to hid?  Well, not much really.  I am open to speak my mind on most subjects and am a "real" person. I am a Christian and am not afraid to show it.  Along with that, I'm not afraid to show that just because I am a Christian, it doesn't mean that everything is always peachy keen in my life. However, a relative of mine wants to create drama about these aspects of my personality.  So, here is my anonymous blog that I can fully express myself on without the blog police coming after me........and it allows me to be the conflict avoider that I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live in a rural town and like it that way.  Small town life is great for raising the kiddos.  I work at a university nearby and The Coach works at the local high school.  Uno &amp;amp; Dos go to the local elementary school and Tres goes to daycare.  We are very active in our church and love our church family.  Putting the schedule of The Coach and I together can be quite challenging during the school year.  The house is always a mess, we have perpetual laundry, and the grass always seems to be mowed.  But as I have always said, cleaning up after 3 kids is like trying to rake leaves in a windstorm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789399934616582724-547199405111014686?l=adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/547199405111014686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6789399934616582724&amp;postID=547199405111014686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/547199405111014686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789399934616582724/posts/default/547199405111014686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelaineswindstorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/introduction.html' title='An introduction'/><author><name>Adelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12624739623309092148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLDdc60C9c4/SKS6rWqoj6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7hQoDjQtZOY/S220/7QX0CAGUW2OICA4Z3QQWCASK11GWCAZGVD0LCA3A6199CAOGP0C1CAQ6T5ZRCA65KMKFCA0G38P5CABEGVVPCAOVV513CAZ6O2PKCA17V1WYCARLY2ARCA72RKQNCAIBHVECCAAQB8CECAR2Y82RCAAHC2ML.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
