<?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-12874344</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:47:44.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-116164781266636579</id><published>2006-10-23T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:57:08.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>picture of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5438/1110/1600/10182006%20%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5438/1110/320/10182006%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the look I get often.  usually right before he start crying.  This particular day we were eating supper at the table and he slept through it.  As soon as I went to move the high chair he woke up and was giving me this strange look.  I'm not sure if it's a look of content or that "get out of my face" kind of look.  Perhaps it was a "I went to sleep in one position and how in the world did I get here?" look.  I don't know.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween in next week.  I finally got the girls costumes.  I was going to make them this year, but just ran out of time.  We have a vampire, an angel, and a frog.  I'm making the fog one next weekend.  He's going to be in a front carrier anyway so he's just going to have on a sweatsuit and I'm making him a cozy frog hat.  Either way it should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-116164781266636579?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/116164781266636579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=116164781266636579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/116164781266636579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/116164781266636579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2006/10/picture-of-week.html' title='picture of the week'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-116086975969480629</id><published>2006-10-14T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:49:19.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby laughs and strange pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5438/1110/1600/10092006%20%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5438/1110/320/10092006%20%284%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have found the one thing that makes me extremely happy.  My son has learned how to smile.  I just melt when I see that toothless grin.  He's so proud of his accomplishment too.  He'll cry just to get your attention and then when he realizes you're there for him he stops and lets out this HUGE smile.  It makes me melt inside.  Who couldn't love this smile?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time for the girls' birthdays.  I'm not sure what we are going to do for them this year.  Not sure about what to get them either.  I'll have to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I tagged myself from Tracey's blog.  I'm not doing the music one just because that changes often.  So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five strange things about my pets or myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  my cat can climb walls.  We have no drywall up right now and he routinely climbs up the wall going after one of those aisian beetles or a fly.  He got stuck on the wall last night and my camera battery was dead.  I so wish I could've gotten a picture.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  my dog licks my cat's back.  probably out of protest because my cat thinks he rules the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm obsessive over how many alpha letters are on my fridge.  if you move them you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have to get the mail everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  At work nobody better touch my medcart.  It's organized the way I want it to be and I can't stand having other people touching it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag some people.  I'll leave you a comment :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-116086975969480629?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/116086975969480629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=116086975969480629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/116086975969480629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/116086975969480629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby-laughs-and-strange-pets.html' title='baby laughs and strange pets'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-115673035951502417</id><published>2006-08-27T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:59:19.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Lilly Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>ok.  so now I'm doing the blog challenges to get me posting on here more...today's challenge....Describe your home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a small town in Illinois.  There are only about 500 people who live here.  We have a gas station, grade school, and a post office and that's about it....As for my home we live in a 2 bedroom house on one of the main streets here.  I love my house, but could use some more bedrooms.  When I'm done with school we are going to expand to the house by adding a master bedroom/bath on the first level.  Then the kids can duke it out for who has what room upstairs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we have no walls in our dining room, living room, and den.  My husband has been slowly working on it.  We have everything we need to get them up, but just ran out of time when doing so.  With the baby coming 6 weeks earlier than planned it kinda screwed up our plans to finish the house.  So we are working on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't much to say about my house.  Just that it's in progress.  Sometimes I wish we would've bought a house that was newer just so we wouldn't be doing so much to it.  But this house has character and a large yard that we really really wanted....now only if my husband would stop running over nails with the lawnmower.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-115673035951502417?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/115673035951502417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=115673035951502417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/115673035951502417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/115673035951502417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2006/08/red-lilly-blog-challenge.html' title='Red Lilly Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-115669383087771196</id><published>2006-08-27T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:50:30.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>should I come out of hiding?</title><content type='html'>Here I am!  Did ya miss me?  Anyway-things are starting to settle down here after the birth of my son so now I'm actually able to get some things done that I want to.  First thing is I'm writting in my blog.  Kinda good of me eh?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls started school last week.  SD9 is excited but SD8 could care less about it.  She likes her teacher and she's extatic that her best friend is in her class so I'm hoping she tries a little harder this year and doesn't have to go to summer school next summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go back to work already.  I'm bored at home.  I don't want to work full time though....only part time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  figures.  I sit down and then he starts to cry.  bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-115669383087771196?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/115669383087771196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=115669383087771196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/115669383087771196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/115669383087771196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2006/08/should-i-come-out-of-hiding.html' title='should I come out of hiding?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-114660916432331308</id><published>2006-05-02T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:32:44.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>viola!</title><content type='html'>I am back!  Well kinda.  I'm going to make some changes on here and then try to actually keep up with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now....adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-114660916432331308?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/114660916432331308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=114660916432331308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/114660916432331308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/114660916432331308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2006/05/viola.html' title='viola!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112796560273661201</id><published>2005-09-28T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:46:42.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag you're it</title><content type='html'>I'm tagging myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Delve into your blog archive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag five people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to get drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag you are it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-112796560273661201?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112796560273661201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112796560273661201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112796560273661201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112796560273661201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/09/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag you&apos;re it'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112743042531453896</id><published>2005-09-22T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:07:05.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ah.......</title><content type='html'>WEll here I am.  Sitting here the day before my big NCLEX exam and I'm drinking a Mike's Hard Lemonade to relax and just be calm with.  I'm trying to get into the mode of thinking that I need to be for this, but it's hard considering the circumstances of the last few days.  I'm not going to get into that now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get drunk.  Maybe tonight before Andy gets home I will be.  I want to be so drunk that I can't speak right.  Is this bad?  lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-112743042531453896?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112743042531453896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112743042531453896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112743042531453896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112743042531453896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/09/ah.html' title='ah.......'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112603983254718506</id><published>2005-09-06T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:50:32.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a mixed drink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Strawberry Daiquiri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/strawberry-daiquiri.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fun, playful drinker who loves to party.&lt;br /&gt;You may get totally wasted, but you're always a happy drunk!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mixed Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-112603983254718506?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112603983254718506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112603983254718506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112603983254718506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112603983254718506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-mixed-drink.html' title='I&apos;m a mixed drink!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112433218579448802</id><published>2005-08-17T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:39:34.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tagging myself</title><content type='html'>ok.  I'm tagging myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from my girl Brandi's blog.  And since she said she had nobody to tag I'm tagging myself just because I want to.  So there :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="td_large"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What I Was Doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Years Ago ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer 1995 I was going into my sophmore year of high school.  At this point in time I was probably at summer marching band camp marching and staring into the hot hot sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Years Ago ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer 2000:  I was working and taking classes here and there.  I hadn't met my husband yet so I was going out partying with my friends and just having a good ole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last summer I was preparing myself for my grand enterance into the nursing program.  It sucked.  But it was worth it in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I slept.  I just started working midnights again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I Enjoy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pizza&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;cereal&lt;br /&gt;combos&lt;br /&gt;soda&lt;br /&gt;too bad i can't have any of it...i'm on a diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I Would Do with $100 Million ~&lt;br /&gt;go for custody of my stepchildren&lt;br /&gt;build a house&lt;br /&gt;build a house for my sister&lt;br /&gt;pay off my debt&lt;br /&gt;have a smashing wardrobe!&lt;br /&gt;donate the rest of it to charity.  I don't know how I could live with that much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Locations I Would Like to Run Away To ~&lt;br /&gt;my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Bad Habits I Have ~&lt;br /&gt;laziness&lt;br /&gt;slackiness&lt;br /&gt;not doing stuff&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;not doing zilch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I Like Doing ~&lt;br /&gt;talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;going out to eat&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with the kids&lt;br /&gt;cooking&lt;br /&gt;shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I Would Never Wear ~&lt;br /&gt;halter top&lt;br /&gt;stretch pants&lt;br /&gt;biker shorts&lt;br /&gt;leg warmer&lt;br /&gt;huge bling blings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 TV Shows I Like ~&lt;br /&gt;don't have any.  we don't have tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Biggest Joys of the Moment ~&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;my daughters&lt;br /&gt;my education&lt;br /&gt;my animals&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure there's something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Favorite Toys ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my husband&lt;br /&gt;my computer&lt;br /&gt;my kids' toys&lt;br /&gt;my mom's movie collection&lt;br /&gt;my van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I did it!  So now to tag someone else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-112433218579448802?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112433218579448802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112433218579448802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112433218579448802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112433218579448802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-tagging-myself.html' title='I&apos;m tagging myself'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112405965731753067</id><published>2005-08-14T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:47:37.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new name</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Outrageous Name Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/shocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ivonna Ardon &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/"&gt;Outrageous Name Generator&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/12874344-112405965731753067?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112405965731753067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112405965731753067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112405965731753067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112405965731753067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-new-name.html' title='My new name'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112234160828113489</id><published>2005-07-25T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:35:37.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My future nurse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5438/1110/1600/07232005%200041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5438/1110/320/07232005%200041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to delete my yahoo group. I never posted to it like I wanted to to begin with, so now I've directed everyone here to my web blog so we'll see if anyone shows up or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this picture of jasmine.  Saturday was my graduation day and her and jessie were so excited to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should explain my week before I get into the pinning ceremony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine had spinal surgery on the 15th. We were all scared. My mom went up to the hospital and left soon after she was in her room in the PICU. Andy's parents were there for a few hours too. I really appreciated everyone coming up there and supporting us. It helped a great deal. So Andy stayed with her that Friday night and Saturday night and on Sunday I drove Jenny up there to stay overnight. Jenny ended up pulling some games while she was up there so Andy took the rest of the week off work to keep an eye on things. Monday was my nursing finals, so Andy took Jessie up to see her sister during the day and came home that night. On Tuesday there was a big blowing out between everyone (including me) and I took Jenny home while Andy stayed up there with Jasmine. Jenny and I went back up there on Wednesday because the hospital said there was a possibility of a discharge that didn't happen. On Thursday I took my HESSI test at the college which I didn't do very well on because I knew that it didn't count against my grade. This test showed how well you would do if you walked in today and took your boards. Lets just say I have some studying to do. Then after my pinning practice I went and picked Jenny up and headed back up to Chicago to bring Andy and Jasmine home. On the way home we got caught in a police stand off. So we got home around 9 pm. Friday was Andy's lung biopsy in Aurora. So we were there all day and got home about 7 pm that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my pinning. Everything went well. The girls were very well behaved. Mom pinned me and I could hear Jasmine going "Penelope!" I'm surprised that mom didn't accidentally stick me...lol. Afterwards we went and had some pictures taken. We didn't stay for punch and cake because Jasmine wasn't handling the non-attention very well. Poor thing...everything was about her for a week and now it was about someone else...lol. We went out to my parents house and hung around there for the day. It was relaxing. We didn't do much of anything except hang around the house until 8 that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to go get my house cleaned up.  It needs it bad.  Guess a year of neglecting it will do that eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-112234160828113489?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112234160828113489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112234160828113489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112234160828113489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112234160828113489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-future-nurse_25.html' title='My future nurse...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112224530737272858</id><published>2005-07-24T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:48:27.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done!</title><content type='html'>Yay for me!  School is over for at least another year!  Yay!!!!  yesterday was my graduation.  Who hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-112224530737272858?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112224530737272858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112224530737272858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112224530737272858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112224530737272858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m Done!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112156709515201161</id><published>2005-07-16T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:24:55.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!!!</title><content type='html'>We made it!  What an emmotionally draining weekend.....Jasmine made it through the surgery.  And now she's doing much better than we had ever hoped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to post a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie has fifth's disease.  So now she can't go see her sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's biopsy is on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could go wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-112156709515201161?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112156709515201161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112156709515201161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112156709515201161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112156709515201161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/07/yay.html' title='yay!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112139302175089380</id><published>2005-07-14T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:04:28.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflections before surgery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared shitless. I don't think the reality of this procedure hit me until yesterday. In my mind I was going through and trying to figure out what I would do if something happened to Jasmine. And you know what....I'd probably loose my mind. Things have gotten really stressful lately around here. Andy and Jenny are fighting like cats and dogs, I'm almost finished with my LPN (I take my final monday!) , I am going to start a new job in a month, and my husband is going into surgery next Tuesday. What more could happen? Hopefully Jasmine will come out of this great and there won't be any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy has been a trooper. But I'm worried about him. He's not taking this well. He's scared I know, but I don't think he's letting his real feelings show because he thinks that he has to be the strong one of the group. Jenny isn't doing well either. She's stressing out and getting out of control. She is starting to go back to the way she use to be when she claimed andy was a horrible father and that he cheated on her and everything is his fault. Jessie is doing good. It's hard to tell what's going on in that seven year old little head of hers, but I do think that she is ok. She hasn't been to see Lynne since May. Her last appointment was cancelled and I think that pissed her off, but seven year olds don't make those kinds of decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...I'm emmotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: I got us lost today. Andy had an appointment with his pulmonologist and the lady on the phone said that the office was right across the street from the Rush hospital on the corner of Ogden and something or other. Anyway-i took us up to Rush where jasmine is having her surgery and we got on Ogden. We drove up and down the road looking for an address that wasn't there. So Andy calls the office and came to find out that we were an hour and a half away from where we needed to be. So we had to take a huge detour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get going. I have things to pack for tomorrow. Next time I type on here Jasmine will be straighter and healthier or things will have gone sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then&lt;br /&gt;please pray for us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-112139302175089380?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112139302175089380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112139302175089380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112139302175089380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112139302175089380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/07/reflections-before-surgery.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112071408129920316</id><published>2005-07-07T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:28:01.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>ugh.  I'm going to pull my hair out if I can't get this thing worked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know html?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-112071408129920316?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112071408129920316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112071408129920316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112071408129920316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112071408129920316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/07/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-112053068712203446</id><published>2005-07-04T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:31:27.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIO</title><content type='html'>Thank Goodness It's Over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful weekend.  but I'm glad it's over.  That means that I have one of several things to cross off my list of "To Dos" for the month of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  three day weekend at the pond&lt;br /&gt;2.  do well on 5th exam.&lt;br /&gt;3.  jasmine's surgery&lt;br /&gt;4.  do well on my final.&lt;br /&gt;5.  do well on my HESSI test&lt;br /&gt;6.  LPN Pinning&lt;br /&gt;7.  relax and drink drink drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo gonna drink when I'm done with school.  I want to get drunk....so drunk that I have a bad hangover the next day.  Will it happen?  Prob not...but I can dream can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-112053068712203446?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/112053068712203446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=112053068712203446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112053068712203446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/112053068712203446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/07/tgio.html' title='TGIO'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111939055079481102</id><published>2005-06-21T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:49:10.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten On Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Ten Things That Annoy Me About Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Everyone in my position on my shift drives sports cars and go out partying all the time.....I drive a minivan and my excitement is being able to schedule going to a movie with my husband 2 weeks from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Patients families who don't understand that you HAVE to do what the doctor says and you can't just act like he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Families who stand around a dying grandmother and talk about the $5,000 she has in her account and how they are going to divide it up after she dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  He said that she said that he told her that she didn't do it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  When I mention my children and tell them a funny story, I get a story about a funny thing their dog did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  When the person who's training you walks off the floor with your other coworker and doesn't come back for 30 minutes and you get yelled at because they walked off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Ugly uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  People who ask to talk to the nurse and when you say "she's busy right now, is there something I can do for you?" and they say "i'm not sure you can answer this, but..." and ask their question.  Then when you answer them because you actually do know the answer they say "well.  let me talk to the nurse just to be sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  People who spend 20 days in the hospital when they don't need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111939055079481102?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111939055079481102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111939055079481102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111939055079481102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111939055079481102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/06/ten-on-tuesday.html' title='Ten On Tuesday'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111906831736659259</id><published>2005-06-17T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T23:18:37.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blog stealing</title><content type='html'>yep I stole something again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;A - Act your age - 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B - Breast size - 40D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C - Chore you hate - laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D - Dad’s name - Terry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E - Essential make up item - compact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;F - Favorite singer - Kenny Chesney....(hottie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G - Gold or silver - gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;H - Hometown - Dwight, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I - Ice Cream - Cherry Cordial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;J - Job title - Unit Assistant/Nursing student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;K - Kisses, what kind do you prefer - the "hi honey I'm home" ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;L - Living arrangements - own a home with my husband, two kids, one dumb dog, and two weird cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M - Meats, fave - does pizza count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;N - Number of children - two beautiful step-daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O - Overnight hospital stays - for me-none, but staying overnight in a hospital not as a patient....quite a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P - Packing habits - I'm an overpacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Q - Quote you like - Opinions are like rectums.  Everybody has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;R - Religious affiliation - Christian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;S - Siblings - one sister.  older than me.  smarter than me.  and she's got 3 boys....that explains it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T - Time you wake up - depends on what day it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;U - Underwear of choice - i buy the walmart pack specials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;V - Vegetable you refuse to eat - brussell sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;W - Worst habit - changing the subject too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;X - X-Rays you’ve had - just of my arm and neck when I was in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Y - Yummy food you make - spaghetti!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Z - Zodiac sign - Leo&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111906831736659259?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111906831736659259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111906831736659259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111906831736659259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111906831736659259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-stealing.html' title='blog stealing'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111901933932128591</id><published>2005-06-17T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T09:42:19.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him</title><content type='html'>grandpa died last saturday. this week has been a whirlwind ever since. but now that the funeral is over i feel emmotionally drained. my parents have to decide what they are going to do with the pond and their house too. i hope that they can afford to live out at the pond. that would be the best thing for them.   i'm going to take the girls out to the pond tomorrow.  i think it'll help me with the healing.  i've pretty much focused myself on jessie and jasmine and how they are getting through the grief, but i've neglected my own feelings.  i feel lost.  in a month or so i'm going to take the girls out to the graveyard to 'visit.'  i haven't been out to see my grandmother's grave.  yesterday was the first time i had ever gone.  so tomorrows trip to the pond is more for me than the girls.  I need the closure on it.  jessie seems to be ok.  she wrote him a goodbye letter and put it in the casket with him.  her little way of saying goodbye.  she was better at the funeral than she was at the wake.  i think now she'll be ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for other things going on....andy has to have a lung biopsy next week. so we are going to be mising jasmine's appointments in peoria for it. i'm not upset about that, but i'm more worried about andy and his biopsy. lately he's been getting more short of breath and that scares me. they think that he might have pneumonia again. the cat scan showed some right lower lobe infiltration.  hopefully everything goes well.  we're going to take jessie with us to the biopsy.  she will appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me I'm confused, stressed, upset, and lost today.  so much needs to be done around the house and the kids want me to play with them constantly.  i think today is going to be a cleaning day for me and the girls.  toys are going to go upstairs in their room and that closet up there is going to be cleaned out so that I can have my bathroom closet back.  rules are going to be set and those rules better be abided by.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for me, i'm going to enjoy just being the boss today ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111901933932128591?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111901933932128591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111901933932128591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111901933932128591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111901933932128591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss him'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111846960991067802</id><published>2005-06-11T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T01:00:09.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what an emmotionally draining week....</title><content type='html'>Jessie brought home her portfolio of all the papers she has written in first grade last week.  One of the papers that caught my eye was one about my grandfather.  She was to write about her favorate place to go and what she would do there.  So she wrote that she was going to go to her grandpa's and play in the pond and bounce on the trampoline.  Above it she drew a man on a scooter (one of those electric wheelchairs).  On June 2nd, he had open heart surgery.  Mom, Jane, and I were there.  He made it through the surgery just fine and they took him off the ventilatior a few hours after it was over.  So I went home happy that he made it through the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked the girls up that Friday as usual and did our usual thing.  Sunday morning Jasmine and I went into Ottawa to drop off a time slip for my husband.  My mom called and said that grandpa had a stroke and couldn't move his entire left side.  So Andy and I ended up going down to see him.  How do you explain to a 8 year old handicapped child and a 7 year old that their grandfather is dying?  It wasn't easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went down there and on Monday we took the girls to see him.  He had an anneyrism (?) and the drs are not very hopeful on his condition.  Everyday this week I've been keeping in contact with my mom so that I know what's going on.  It's hard not to be down there with her helping her through this because now she is going to need my sister and I more than ever.  I wish I could help her, but I can't.  I'm in my last 8 weeks of school and I have a tight schedule because of work on the days I don't have school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine has her surgery scheduled now.  I have been anticipating this for awhile now.  We've been going around not knowing when it would be, but now we know when it is.  So that takes a stress off, but adds on a new kind of stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of all this, my husband is sick too.  There's something wrong with his immune system and we aren't sure what it is yet.  It worries me.  He's been in so much pain lately and I wish that there was something I could do to help it.  He's being so supportive of me and keeping the family tied together through this rough patch in our lives, and I feel that I'm not only letting my mom down, but I'm also letting him down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my family.  It's going to be a rough summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111846960991067802?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111846960991067802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111846960991067802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111846960991067802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111846960991067802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-emmotionally-draining-week.html' title='what an emmotionally draining week....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111737588257223061</id><published>2005-05-29T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T09:11:22.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone want to go to school for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I've got the blues.  I knew the summer course would be hard, but I'm starting to get entirely burnt out.  On July 23 I will be so extremely happy that this class will be over.   Hopefully I remember how to do the med/surg things I learned at the beginning of the year.  Mental health really screwed me up.  I felt clusterflucked the entire time.  And that carried over into my personal life as well.  Now I find myself trying to find the time to do the things I enjoy doing.  What is a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111737588257223061?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111737588257223061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111737588257223061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111737588257223061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111737588257223061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/05/anyone-want-to-go-to-school-for-me.html' title='anyone want to go to school for me?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111674299693074677</id><published>2005-05-22T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:23:16.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippe Kye O Tye Aie!</title><content type='html'>Today I feel pretty good.  And everything is good.  for now anyways.  This week did not go at all like I had planned.  I was going to get my house cleaned and it just didn't happen.  Andy wasn't feeling good and that in turn made me feel sick myself.  Maybe it was sympathy sickness.  Maybe I was sick because I knew that I had to start school again in less than a week... (only 63 more days to go!!  yippee!!).  Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111674299693074677?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111674299693074677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111674299693074677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111674299693074677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111674299693074677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/05/yippe-kye-o-tye-aie.html' title='Yippe Kye O Tye Aie!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111661381672191715</id><published>2005-05-20T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:30:38.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why me?</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. And I'm tired of being sick. I'm tired of Andy being sick. I'm tired of it all. Please help me. I ache all over. I was throwing up until 6 this morning. And I slept until 1 this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me....i hate this feeling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111661381672191715?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111661381672191715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111661381672191715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111661381672191715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111661381672191715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-me.html' title='why me?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111674327730099835</id><published>2005-05-15T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:28:47.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/343/640/image%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/343/320/image%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viola! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" 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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111674327730099835?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111674327730099835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111674327730099835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111674327730099835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111674327730099835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/05/viola.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111674321174260716</id><published>2005-05-14T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:30:19.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/343/640/image%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/343/320/image%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before and after pics of my garden spot....just needs flowers!  Nothing like a late start. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" 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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111674321174260716?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111674321174260716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111674321174260716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111674321174260716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111674321174260716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/05/before-and-after-pics-of-my-garden.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111609893399191218</id><published>2005-05-14T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:12:29.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is this the feeling of relief?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well we are home now. today was a trying day. first jessie wouldn't smile for the camera and I had to coax her to not cross her arms and just put them in her lap, but then she got into it and was choosing her backgrounds and different hats to wear. I think she looks great in them! I think that she doesn't think so though. Jasmine on the other hand was getting out of control. She has decided that her brand new $30 Dora doll needed batteries...but it doesn't take batteries....so she's screaming the whole way home becuase her doll doesn't talk...ugh. Now they are both peacefully playing outside. I like it that way. It keeps things quiet in here for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm thinking about going out and actually getting my garden planted. it looks horrible right now. Like a weed box. Maybe I'll get some wildflower seeds planted into it. hmmm....maybe i'll just go buy some flowers too. I'll see what andy thinks when he wakes up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111609893399191218?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111609893399191218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111609893399191218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111609893399191218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111609893399191218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-this-feeling-of-relief.html' title='is this the feeling of relief?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111600566067598311</id><published>2005-05-13T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:52:48.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes I'm glad I can send them home....</title><content type='html'>stepchildren. that's all i have to say. stepchildren. don't get me wrong...i love them dearly, but i wish that they lived here full time. Then I wouldn't have to deal with scheduling everything around our days off and having to deal with *her* all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway-*she* (who from this point on will remain *she* or *her* or *it's*) asked me today if i can talk to my employer about switching my weekends back to the way they were before because those weekends work best for *her* WTF??? *she* who has NO job NO commitments NO nothing except for *her* social life has weekends that work best for her? whatever...I don't mind helping her out, but sometimes I wish just for one day to be able to switch places....just to show *her* what it's like to have responsibilites other than plopping the kids in front of the tv and making plans on who to go drinking with over the weekend. i'm balancing school, a career, my marriage, and the children. whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm obsessed with what these girls are going to wear tomorrow for their pictures. i want to find the perfect outfit for it...am I stupid or something? mom was making fun of me yesterday saying that I am going to be the mother who shows up at the school on picture day making sure they take the perfect school picture. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who me???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;never...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the girls to the store today to look for some capris to wear tomorrow.  there were these two girls talking to and staring at jasmine the whole time we were in there.  so i kept leaving where they were and moving on.  and these two girls followed us.  finally jessie asked me why they keep following us.  the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessie:  why do they keep following us?&lt;br /&gt;me:  well they aren't sure what to say.&lt;br /&gt;jessie:  they said hi.&lt;br /&gt;me:  i know they did.  i meant that they aren't sure what to think of jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;jessie:  so they followed us?&lt;br /&gt;me:  yes.  they aren't use to seeing little girls like jasmine and are not quite sure what to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;jessie:  is that why they were staring?&lt;br /&gt;me:  yes.&lt;br /&gt;jessie:  doesn't their mom tell them not to stare?&lt;br /&gt;me:  i don't know jessie.&lt;br /&gt;jessie:  it's not nice to stare.&lt;br /&gt;me:  i'm glad that you know that, but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;jessie:  what?&lt;br /&gt;me:  that's why we can't be mad at them. &lt;br /&gt;jessie:  why not?  they were staring at her! (at this point she's getting mad)&lt;br /&gt;me:  because God loves them and God loves us too and God didn't send them a jasmine to watch over and learn about life from.  he sent her to us.  and for that we can't be mad.&lt;br /&gt;jessie:  then what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;me:  nothing.  we just say hello back.&lt;br /&gt;jessie:  ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we walked away.  I think i get the good mom award for today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111600566067598311?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111600566067598311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111600566067598311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111600566067598311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111600566067598311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/05/sometimes-im-glad-i-can-send-them-home.html' title='sometimes I&apos;m glad I can send them home....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111617805545649132</id><published>2005-05-10T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:31:07.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/343/640/04102005%20%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/343/320/04102005%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest stepdaughter at the park &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" 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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111617805545649132?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111617805545649132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111617805545649132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111617805545649132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111617805545649132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-oldest-stepdaughter-at-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111617708698130865</id><published>2005-05-10T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:31:35.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/343/640/05072005%20%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/343/320/05072005%20%2811%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my youngest stepchild.  And this is what she looks like in all her pictures... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" 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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111617708698130865?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111617708698130865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111617708698130865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111617708698130865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111617708698130865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-my-youngest-stepchild.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111688368430478593</id><published>2004-08-25T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:28:27.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got the blahs</title><content type='html'>Movie Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy and I stayed up watching movies last night. We watched three of them. The Order, Starship Troopers 2, and some other movie with Russell Crowe that was pretty good. Something about ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town's round-up days are this coming weekend. We have the girls, so I'm planning on taking them to it. I'm not exactly sure what is going on, but I'm going to let the girls have a little fun. Andy has to work Sat at his part-time job. I wish he wouldn't have signed up for it. Sometimes he does things and doesn't think. Now he's not going to be part of the family thing at the park. He's also not going to see his kids at all this weekend. We pick them up Thursday evening (Jenny has some contest thing at the bar she wants to go to) and I'm dropping them back off at their mom's at 6:45 am on friday and then we're picking them back up around 4 on Friday (I have class all day). I think there's a movie Friday night they are playing, and saturday is the family thing in the park, then some water fights. Sunday the girls and I are going to a wedding 2 1/2 hours away from here and coming back for the fireworks that night. Ugh. Then I have my first lecture test on Tuesday. What a fun filled action packed weekend. I'm already wanting a beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111688368430478593?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111688368430478593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111688368430478593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111688368430478593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111688368430478593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-got-blahs.html' title='i&apos;ve got the blahs'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111688353248547540</id><published>2004-08-25T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:25:32.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so here i sit</title><content type='html'>with a cat in my lap. did i ask for this cat to jump up here? no. did I say he could jump back up after I threw him off my lap? no. did I say that he could sprawl out and take up the entire area on my lap, leaving me no room to type? no. What am I going to do about it? nothing. he's too cute to move anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111688353248547540?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111688353248547540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111688353248547540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111688353248547540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111688353248547540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-here-i-sit.html' title='so here i sit'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111688375766857267</id><published>2004-08-20T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:29:55.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch of the year</title><content type='html'>well that does it. She officially deserves the un-mother of the year. I just found out she was drugging her 6 year old child because she wanted her to sleep through the night. What a complete bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left a message on the computer yesterday for dh. It said "I just got home and noticed you called. If you need anything call me." Whatever. You're the one who called us and wanted the girls to call you. Nothing like motherly love eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the damn lawyer goes back to school next week. Damn I hope he turns out to be a flake and Bitch of the year gets rid of his ass. I can't stand him. And there are only 3 people in the world I can't stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddens. Anyone have any beer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111688375766857267?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111688375766857267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111688375766857267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111688375766857267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111688375766857267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2004/08/bitch-of-year.html' title='bitch of the year'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12874344.post-111688385103724941</id><published>2004-08-19T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:34:52.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>school sucks</title><content type='html'>Well here I am. I am officially a nursing student! Wow. How weird. In a few minutes I'm going to be getting off here and starting with what I like to call "hellwork."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a boring day. I woke up this morning and went to class. Well I didn't exactly go to class. I went to a Welcome Back Picnic for the nursing students (well as picnicy as pizza can get). And along with 139 other students, I sat in the cultural center listening to all the nursing instructors give their little blurg on the nursing handbook for an hour and a half. Then we all broke apart. The second year students went and took their math test and us first year students were divided up into our respective classes. It just so happens that my class had to hike all the way accross the building to the fireplace lounge. And we were only suppose to be in there for 30 minutes. Whatever. This lady has no concept of time. We were in there for over an hour. Our math test and abbrieviation test was suppose to be at noon. And at 11:45 the teacher said "ok, I'll see you back here in an hour." WHAT?!?!? So there was no arguing about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey and I hiked back over to the cultural center for some cold pizza. Mrs. "P" told some of the students to sit in on Mrs. "K's" math test. So they did. And apparently Mrs K went off on them for doing that. Who cares? It's a math test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I went back to the fire and took my math and abbreviation test. I think I missed two on the math. But I know I passed the abbreviation test. At least that's out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to finish school for me? At least I only have two more years to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12874344-111688385103724941?l=stepmom03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/feeds/111688385103724941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12874344&amp;postID=111688385103724941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111688385103724941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12874344/posts/default/111688385103724941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepmom03.blogspot.com/2004/08/school-sucks.html' title='school sucks'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127185283476529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img188.echo.cx/img188/1489/3576um.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
