<?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-3935927379565872714</id><updated>2011-08-05T12:32:45.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawed Musings of a Fat Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>I've been overweight my whole life and I'm an expert at rationalizing my own desires to over eat.  At the age of 30 I was diagnosed as a type II diabetic.  Because of this and my very high risk of having breast cancer I've got to get my weight and my eating under control.  I believe that if I take a moment to write down my failures and successes and the thoughts that accompanied each, I will have more success in losing the weight I need to lose.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-9014293952776682358</id><published>2009-07-27T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:10:09.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry Up and Wait</title><content type='html'>Mom came over to the house this morning and did me a big favor by hanging out with William while I got a few things done around the house.  It was very nice to have him occupied for a little while so I wasn't trying to do my thing and keep up with him at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch she needed to go sign papers on her new car and asked William and I to go with her.  I didn't see a problem with that.  I figured it would take an hour tops.  We sat in the car dealership for nearly 4 hours waiting for them to get her car ready for her to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a ridiculous amount of time.  I was late getting home to get Ben up and get dinner made.  I was one hot momma!  However,William handled all of this very well, and was for the most part very well behaved.  I was very proud of him.  The evil part of me was wishing I'd let him climb all over the corvette in the show room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, Ben got an extra 30 minutes of sleep, Mom got a new car, and William got brownie points for not completely losing it during 4 hours of waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-9014293952776682358?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/9014293952776682358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=9014293952776682358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/9014293952776682358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/9014293952776682358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurry-up-and-wait.html' title='Hurry Up and Wait'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-2687751325491283147</id><published>2009-07-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:26:05.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude Adjustment</title><content type='html'>Well, I've decided it's time to get back to posting about something good.  I won't say every day, but most days.  Since I have quit doing this blog,  I have gotten in the habit of dwelling on negative things and being stuck in a cycle of self-pity.  Well, depending on the situation, I'm usually not very tolerant of self-pity in others, so it's time to quit putting up with it from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while a challenging day in the realm of parenting, had it's definite ups.  About 6 o'clock this evening I got a bug in my backside and decided that there is WAY too much stuff in this house.  By 9 o'clock  had two huge boxes and six giant bags of my belongings gathered up and ready to be taken to Goodwill in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am in no way done purging this house of things that are not benefiting this family, I at least got a start, including, I hope, some of my current funk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-2687751325491283147?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2687751325491283147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=2687751325491283147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2687751325491283147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2687751325491283147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/07/attitude-adjustment.html' title='Attitude Adjustment'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-2326417255244346098</id><published>2009-03-24T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:08:29.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaminade vs. Hot Cross Buns</title><content type='html'>Today, as I wrapped up class with my 4th graders, we had about 5 minutes left before it was time for them to be back in class.  This happens from time to time and when it does, sometimes I'll play my flute for them.  (I think it's important that they be exposed to all different kinds of music and most of them will never see a symphony so I do what I can to fill in that gap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got out a piece that I've played many times before and I can play pretty well with out much practice.  I played the first page of the Concerto for Flute and Orchestra by Cecile Chaminade.  This piece is rather technically difficult and a pretty important piece of music in the realm of flute literature.  So, I busted out a less-than-perfect-but-still-respectable rendition of the Chaminade Concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling pretty proud of myself.  My students were clapping.  I was mentally patting my own back when one of my 4th graders raises her hand and asks "Can you play Hot Cross Buns?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point I surrendered and took them back to class.  Sigh.  Only in small town Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-2326417255244346098?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2326417255244346098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=2326417255244346098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2326417255244346098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2326417255244346098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/chaminade-vs-hot-cross-buns.html' title='Chaminade vs. Hot Cross Buns'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6470560388826401873</id><published>2009-03-23T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:13:37.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antibiotics</title><content type='html'>Yep, William has his first ever Rx for antibiotics.  I'm thinking the kid got to 2 and a half before needing them, I think that's pretty awesome.  So, I'll give them to him with out complaint.  Not that he'll take them with out complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William was still running fever when we got up this morning so I called the pediatricians office for an appointment.  Got in at 11:30.  Dr. Marsh (whom my mother was encouraging William to call Dr. Marshmallow, thanks Mom.)  looked at him and listened to him and said he has an ear infection for sure in his left ear, maybe a little bit of one in his right ear and bronchitis.  He said it probably started out as a virus and since the virus didn't clear, the infections set in.  All that told me was, "Way to go Mom!  Should have kept him home from the party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's done is done except that I have to call the doctors office back in the morning.  I picked up his medicine to put it in the fridge and was going to shake it, well, I didn't put the lid all the way back on and my mom's kitchen got splattered with Augmentin.  So, I get to have them call in a new Rx and dish out another $25 to fix my screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the good news in all of this.  My co-worker took all of my kindergarteners for me because I was gone with William to the doc.  I came back and taught my 4th grade class, then my 5th grade class didn't come because they had a special guest today.  Then. . .I was done . . . for the day . . . at 1:45.  Not a bad way to get back in the swing of things after spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at 9:15 I'm gonna go crawl under the covers and watch Twilight for the 3rd time.  I'm a dork.  I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6470560388826401873?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6470560388826401873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6470560388826401873' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6470560388826401873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6470560388826401873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/antibiotics.html' title='Antibiotics'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3544761339217840344</id><published>2009-03-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:44:39.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I still wonder and the one thing I've learned.</title><content type='html'>How is it that my kid has been sick for three days and I'm exhausted from him being up and down all night for three nights, but he is bouncing off the wall and singing????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that three hours ago he was shaking with fever and just a lethargic little lump and now he's his wonderful self again? (not that I'm not thrilled that he's feeling better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that he hasn't eaten in three days and now he's sitting at the kitchen table finishing his 3rd jelly biscuit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use the same procedure to get red kool-aid puke stain out of fabric that you do regular red kool-aid stain or is there some special procedure???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything more gross than the sight of milk + red kool aid regurgitated on your couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times in a row can I watch "Finding Nemo" with out going insane?  "42 Wallaby Way Sydney, 42 Wallaby Way Sydney, 42 Wallaby Way Sydney"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking letting him go to my niece's birthday party yesterday?  (We got maw-maw sick.  Sorry, maw-maw.)  (Possibly I was thinking that if we didn't both get out of the house one of us might kill the other.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he actually getting better, or is he going to be sick again tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this yet another "virus" or do I actually need to take him to the doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the ONE thing I've learned . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason they tell you to give sick kids CLEAR fluids.  It's not for their health, it's for ease of clean-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-3544761339217840344?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3544761339217840344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3544761339217840344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3544761339217840344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3544761339217840344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-still-wonder-and-one-thing-ive.html' title='Things I still wonder and the one thing I&apos;ve learned.'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7126640282523198199</id><published>2009-02-25T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:29:50.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken record</title><content type='html'>Scene: My Jeep on the way home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WB: Momma, wook. (sticking his tongue out)&lt;br /&gt;Me: EEW! (while sitting at traffic light)&lt;br /&gt;WB: Momma, wook.&lt;br /&gt;Me: EEW!&lt;br /&gt;WB: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Yilliam stick tongue out momma.&lt;br /&gt;         Momma, wook.&lt;br /&gt;Me: EEW!&lt;br /&gt;WB: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giggle&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Yilliam stick tongue out momma.&lt;br /&gt;         Momma, wook.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't William. I have to drive now.  I have to watch what I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;WB: Momma, wook.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I can't William.  I have to drive now.  I have to watch what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;WB: Momma, watch out.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm watching.&lt;br /&gt;WB: Momma, watch out other cars.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm watching William.&lt;br /&gt;WB: Momma, watch out.&lt;br /&gt;(repeat ad nauseam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two year olds are so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7126640282523198199?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7126640282523198199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7126640282523198199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7126640282523198199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7126640282523198199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken-record.html' title='Broken record'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7827364258978183303</id><published>2009-02-25T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:24:50.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dream</title><content type='html'>Ever since Ben and I knew we wanted to get married, I've dreamed of having a new house.  My house, that I bought before I ever met Ben, is, for lack of a better term, a turd.  It's not only too small, it's poorly constructed and has been nothing but a project for Ben since well before he ever moved in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we've all heard a MILLION times on the news, foreclosures are up, home prices are down.  This has prompted Ben and I to start, very tentatively looking at new homes knowing that it'll be about a year before we're financially in the right place to buy.  Well, "seek, and ye shall find" right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great little subdivision, in an awesome location that has been slaughtered by foreclosures.  We're talking 180-200 thousand dollar homes on the market for about $135,000.  I want one of these houses so bad I could just scream.  My fear is that a year from now, this little subdivision will be on the rebound and we won't be able to afford a house there anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 12 months is going to be very long.  Either that, or my luck in the lottery is going to really have to improve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7827364258978183303?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7827364258978183303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7827364258978183303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7827364258978183303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7827364258978183303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-little-dream.html' title='Dream a little dream'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-8547673251136488074</id><published>2009-02-23T17:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:57:25.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well. . . not quite what I was hoping for.</title><content type='html'>At about 3:00 today my mom texts me and says William has been sneezing all day and has a snotty nose.  She also says that he hasn't been misbehaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm thinking well, the kid felt bad the last couple of days and that's why he acted the way he did and now he's feeling sick and so maybe we're past the acting like a turd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.  Wrong.  I get to Mom's early to check in on my somewhat sick child (it's just allergies so he's really not sick) just in time for him to empty an entire bottle of Pepto-Bismol onto my mom's carpet.  Any body know how to get that pink stain out of carpet?  I sure tried, with the steam cleaner even, no such luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spanked him and sat him on the couch and told him not to get up.  I went to clean up the mess.  I go over to the couch to talk to him after I'm done trying to get the mess out of the carpet only to find that he's taken an entire tube of my dad's arthritis cream and squirted it all over his pants.  I spanked him, AGAIN, and then made him sit in a corner for a couple of minutes.  After which he was able to tell me what he'd done wrong and he apologized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can HONESTLY say I have never been more relieved to have him fall asleep in the car on the way home so I could just put him in bed when we got here.  The only question I dare ask at this juncture is "What's tomorrow going to be like?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-8547673251136488074?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8547673251136488074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=8547673251136488074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8547673251136488074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8547673251136488074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-not-quite-what-i-was-hoping-for.html' title='Well. . . not quite what I was hoping for.'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-4528652424438980491</id><published>2009-02-22T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:13:05.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A restful weekend. . . yeah right!</title><content type='html'>Who is this demon child and where did my sweet son go? &lt;br /&gt;When I left work on Friday I was in a fabulous mood.  My hubby was off Fri. night and Sat. night, we had plans to go over to a friends' house Sat. night, my house didn't need too  much work, it was all looking great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, something horrible happened to my child.  He's been a total little stinker all weekend.  Point-in-case, today, he picked up a full can of Diet Coke off of the end table, poured it all out in the floor, laughing while he watched it hit the floor.  I picked him up and swatted him really good 5-6 times and he looked at me and laughed.  I picked him up, put him on the couch and told him not to get up and he "rawr!" yelled at me.  At this point, I was left wondering what in the world I was supposed to do next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my restful weekend took a nose dive out the window.  We did make it over to see our friends Saturday evening.  Luckily, they have 3 children of their own, so my child's less than stellar behavior wasn't too much of a problem.  We had a good time and everyone, including William, really enjoyed themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was marginally better.  Today instead of him "rawr!" yelling at me like he was angry, when I got on to him, he screeched at the top of his lungs and started crying.  His daddy did not approve of this behavior.  He and daddy had quite a few "chats" after daddy got up today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called my mom earlier and warned her to get to bed early tonight because it didn't look like tomorrow would be restful in any way, shape, or form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really seems to me, that with my son, the "terrible twos" seem to come in spurts.  He'll have 3 or 4 really bad days, and then all of a sudden, he's my really good kid again.  I'm not real sure how to handle his big mood changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MIL wants to take him for a few days this week, and while I'm all about this kiddo getting to see his grandparents, I'm wondering if I let her take him while he's in this kind of mood, will she ever want to take him again?  So, Linda, you too might want to be sure and get your rest in before you head this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all of that said.  I'm going to breathe deeply 5 times, put the last couple of days behind me (except for the sweet hugs and the "Love you momma"s and the "Waddadoin momma?"s.  I love those.)  and hope that in the morning I get back the child that isn't voluntarily deaf when ever it suits him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-4528652424438980491?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4528652424438980491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=4528652424438980491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4528652424438980491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4528652424438980491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/restful-weekend-yeah-right.html' title='A restful weekend. . . yeah right!'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-2045896107035621762</id><published>2009-02-09T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:56:16.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Laid Plans. . .</title><content type='html'>Well my mystery illness turned out to be the flu after all.  I got up yesterday morning and went to church and then went shopping with a girlfriend from work.  I finally had to call shopping quits when I was so miserable I could hardly function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body hurt, fever, chills, the whole nine yards.  So, I called in sick to work today and slept on the couch all most all day.  And, while I'm feeling much better I think I may have screwed up by trying to do too much tonight.  After mom dropped William off I've played with him and worked off and on at getting the house picked up and cleaned up before my MIL comes tomorrow night.  Well, just as I put William in the bath tub at about 7:15 I started feeling bad again.  Took my temp, back up to 99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've called it quits for the evening.  I'll have to just send my apologies to my MIL for my less than clean house and I'll have to do my laundry to pack tomorrow night.  I'm too scared to do anything else tonight for fear that I'll stir up the flu beast again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to do that because I've got to go to work tomorrow to get everything in order for my trip.  So, wish me wellness.  Lots, and lots, of wellness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-2045896107035621762?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2045896107035621762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=2045896107035621762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2045896107035621762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2045896107035621762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-laid-plans.html' title='The Best Laid Plans. . .'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7229310052756108080</id><published>2009-02-07T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:47:45.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Bad Blog Girl</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know I definitely haven't been keeping up with my pledge to do a 365.  I made it to about 75 and petered out.  I don't know why, but I just haven't been in much of an internet mood lately.  I haven't been keeping up with my forums or anything.  I check my facebook and my e-mail and that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the mood will strike again at some point in time, this just isn't that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll give you a brief state-of-the-family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who know my mother-in-law, wish her luck.  I'm leaving her in charge of my boys and my animal menagerie for 4 days this week.  She's a really tough lady so I know she can handle it.  I just hope at the end of it she still wants to come back and visit.  We really enjoy it when William's grandmother and grandad come for a visit.  Not only is the company great but the food is always awesome as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to see us earlier this week as a "pre-visit" for her stay this week.  She brought all kinds of great food for dinner and then left me with a smoked turkey in my fridge, already cut up.  We dove into that turkey today and, oh my, that is some seriously tasty turkey.  I'm excited about having a turkey sandwich for lunch tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave Wednesday AM to go to San Antonio for TMEA convention.  I'm really excited for several reasons.  One, 4 days in San Antonio.  Two, three days off of work that don't come out of my leave balance.  Three, getting to spend some time with good friends.  Four, getting to spend my Christmas fundraiser money on some cool new stuff for my room.  Five, margaritas.  Yeah, that's right, I said margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Unfortunately, I think this day came with an illness for me.  Sneezing, coughing, runny nose, achy body, but no fever so that's good.  Goodness, I really hope I'm not getting the flu right before I leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William is pretty much a normal two year old boy.  He is funny and sweet and I cherish every moment we have together.  He's been a super good boy lately.  Except for his obession with pouring out entire bottles of baby powder on the table in his room and then rubbing his hands all in it.  We've had three of those incidences this week.  That's alot of baby powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is doing okay.  He's constantly tired, but I think anyone who works 70 hours a week would be.  He's busting his tail and making himself stand out above the rest at work which we're hoping will result in him being moved to days soon.  William really misses him (as do I) and his being on days would really help with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is well.  I'll try to blog more.  When the mood strikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7229310052756108080?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7229310052756108080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7229310052756108080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7229310052756108080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7229310052756108080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-bad-blog-girl.html' title='Bad Bad Blog Girl'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-8587273468346630025</id><published>2009-01-30T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:06:16.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 87</title><content type='html'>Well I completed an entire day of work today! Yes that's noteworthy because it's only the 2nd time this week.  I must say, I was very spoiled to being lazy by this point in the week so I was VERY tired by the end of the day.  So, this bum of a mom, picked up pizza and went to my folks house.  Mom whipped up a salad.  We all had salad, pizza, and soda.  Then Ben went to work and William and I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son was apparently very sympathetic to the exhaustion caused by a full 8 hours of work.  He conked off on the way home and is in bed, asleep an hour and a half early so I've got a nice amount of time to myself this evening.  It also means I'll probably be greeted with an early "Momma.  D up momma.  Momma whe ah you?"  And hey, that's all good.  I like him much better in his early morning sweetness than his no-nap, evening crankiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day.  I really like those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-8587273468346630025?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8587273468346630025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=8587273468346630025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8587273468346630025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8587273468346630025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-87_30.html' title='SP Day 87'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-4283322777561964187</id><published>2009-01-29T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:56:59.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 87</title><content type='html'>Whew!  What a week we've had.  Monday was just your average day.  Nothing exciting to report.  Tuesday the ice started falling, we were released from school at 12:30.  I went and picked up William and came home.  We had a good afternoon and a great evening.  Ben was off work so the three of us had some soup and sandwiches and snuggled up to keep warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10pm I got a phone call, NO SCHOOL ON WEDNESDAY!  I was literally dancing around the house.  I was all excited about sleeping in, having a pj day, making breakfast for my family, spending the day with William.  I could not conceal my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning my excitement was very dampened when I woke up at 8 am to find we had no power.  At 9am we still had no power.  Around 10 it came on, then went off.  It was getting COLD in this house and having no power and too much ice to go anywhere that there was power was really irritating me.  So at 10:30 I gave up and called the electric company again.  The lady on the other end of the line was very pleased to tell me that power had been restored to my area.  I told her it might have been restored to my area but not to my house.  So, she started a new work order and told me my estimated time of restored service was 1pm.  I wanted to scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when the house had just about gotten too cold to bear and the darkness was driving me crazy, at 11:30 the power came back on and stayed on.  Halleluja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rest of Wednesday passed with out note.  The sun came out, the ice melted and dried up.  I got out of the house at about 5pm because I was going stir crazy.  I went and did a little clothes shopping, picked up some chicken and came home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, life should have resumed some normalcy.  I got up and got ready.  I was fortunate to have Ben home this morning so he got William up and they played and spent some time together before William and I hit the road.  I dropped him off at Mom's and went to work.  About the time my last class of the morning was over my cell phone said  I had a text message.  Mom was texting me telling me she didn't feel well.  So, I found a sub, quickly left some stuff to do and went and got William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I spent the rest of the afternoon here at the house and visited with Ben before he had to go to work.  Then, because we needed a few necessities like TP and milk, William and I went to Wal-Mart and did our usual Saturday grocery shopping on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it's been a crazy week.  I hope tomorrow goes smoothly.  I am really craving a normal day at this point!!!   The good news is William and I were home when Ben got up on both of his days off this week so we got to spend some good family time and I got to spend tons of time with my little guy this week.  He might have made me want to scream a time or two but I'll definitely call that a fair trade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-4283322777561964187?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4283322777561964187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=4283322777561964187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4283322777561964187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4283322777561964187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-87.html' title='SP Day 87'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6580237774743407623</id><published>2009-01-25T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:17:02.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 86</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder if little people understand a whole lot more than we give them credit for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: Yesterday, my child, my sweet angel, was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holy terror&lt;/span&gt;!  He drove me past the edge of my patience by ignoring me all day and doing what he darn well pleased.  He got his rear end spanked more times than I can count by both myself and his daddy.  I sadly admit that I completely lost my temper and found myself yelling at him. (Which wound up with me sitting on the couch in tears but that's beside the point right now.) I mean he really just pushed it and pushed it all day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, though, I feel like crap.  I mean I'm pretty darn sick with a head cold and I haven't felt like moving all day because every time I do the pressure in my head threatens to drive my to my  knees in pain.  The same child that just about put me in an institution yesterday was a perfect angel today.  He was all "pleases" and "thank yous", all "yes mam's" and "no mam's".  I didn't quite know what to think.  He did as he was asked all day including eating at every meal.  There were no fits or temper tantrums in this house today.  I mean, I took this kid's baseball bat away because he kept hitting it on the coffee table and when I took it from his hands and put it on top of the book case he said "thank you momma". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the only conclusion that I can draw is that he loves me and he knew I felt bad and he did his best to make my day easy.  That or he's just a two year old boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6580237774743407623?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6580237774743407623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6580237774743407623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6580237774743407623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6580237774743407623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-86.html' title='SP Day 86'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-2945756443611893614</id><published>2009-01-24T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:11:39.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 85</title><content type='html'>I had a very productive day today.  Mom came around 11am and picked up William so I could get some stuff done.  I left here and spent an HOUR at the bank.  (That was some kind of crazy mess!)  Then I went and got my hair cut.  Just a little trim.  I didn't want it as short as it was last time.  I'm really happy with the length it is now so I'm keeping it.  From there I went to Best Buy and got Ben and I both new cell phones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new phone. I got an LG Vu and I'm really stoked about it.  It's completely touch screen and does tons more stuff than I could ever possibly need.  Ben got a blackberry curve and I don't think he's real thrilled with it.  So, he might be headed to trade his in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went and picked up William from mom and dads.  We came home and had dinner with Ben then left and went grocery shopping.  By the time we got home at 7:30 kiddo was out cold so I put him straight to bed.  I got groceries put away and was chilling out by 8pm.  So, I got a lot done today and I'm still going to bed early.  YEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: I've got a head cold and haven't slept much in a couple of nights because of the congestion.  And Wild Bill got into fire ants last night for the 2nd time this week ( this time I figured out where they're at and they're now choking on some poison).  He has about 10 really bad bites on his left hand.  His little hand is all swollen and red.  I've been giving him Benadryl a few times a day and putting hydrocortisone cream on it but they're still really nasty looking.  I think I'm going to have to let the pus out of them tomorrow and I'm really not looking forward to that.  I'm just hoping I can get both of us feeling better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-2945756443611893614?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2945756443611893614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=2945756443611893614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2945756443611893614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2945756443611893614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-85.html' title='SP Day 85'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-8163839711778397541</id><published>2009-01-21T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:48:40.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 84</title><content type='html'>Caught being good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  I (really I swear) was caught being good at work.  We have a little bucket in the teacher's lounge and any time you catch one of your co-workers going above and beyond or doing something you think is awesome you write a little note on a slip of paper and put it in the bucket.  Every once in a while the admin draws out a few teachers names and those teachers are rewarded with a free half day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name got drawn this time around!  I had 4 slips put in the bucket about me.  Getting to read the slips and see that others appreciate the things you do really is an awesome reward all in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to spend my half day clothes shopping before I go to San Antonio next month for a music educator's convention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-8163839711778397541?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8163839711778397541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=8163839711778397541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8163839711778397541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8163839711778397541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-84.html' title='SP Day 84'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-420150174666946357</id><published>2009-01-17T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:45:41.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 83</title><content type='html'>William and I were so happy to have visitors today.  My good friend Jackie and her little girl Rachel came over and spent the day with William and I.  We had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much fun.  It was great to see Jackie and the kids had a ball playing together.  Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJsbwmOqPI/AAAAAAAABbw/lRwfn9m17jc/s1600-h/100_2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJsbwmOqPI/AAAAAAAABbw/lRwfn9m17jc/s400/100_2624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292411736271268082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William and Rachel having some "poot naks" (AKA fruit snacks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJsbop0wgI/AAAAAAAABbo/FuB4wzvmVJA/s1600-h/100_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJsbop0wgI/AAAAAAAABbo/FuB4wzvmVJA/s400/100_1696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292411734138864130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing in the driveway with sidewalk chalk.  Rachel is so good at sharing.  She needs to teach William some of those sharing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJsbXm_W_I/AAAAAAAABbg/UkheiAV2bYA/s1600-h/100_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJsbXm_W_I/AAAAAAAABbg/UkheiAV2bYA/s400/100_2622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292411729563573234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coloring.  So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJscWGPPLI/AAAAAAAABb4/l5p5JTujv48/s1600-h/100_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJscWGPPLI/AAAAAAAABb4/l5p5JTujv48/s400/100_1707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292411746337635506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hug goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJscjmyOxI/AAAAAAAABcA/UvA7GArDG8s/s1600-h/100_2628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJscjmyOxI/AAAAAAAABcA/UvA7GArDG8s/s400/100_2628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292411749963807506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He didn't want her to go.  I mean he REALLY didn't want her to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-420150174666946357?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/420150174666946357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=420150174666946357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/420150174666946357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/420150174666946357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-83.html' title='SP Day 83'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SXJsbwmOqPI/AAAAAAAABbw/lRwfn9m17jc/s72-c/100_2624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-1310941417960543555</id><published>2009-01-14T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:42:59.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 82</title><content type='html'>Any of you who know me very well know that I am a true fan of the "Harry Potter" books.  I have read all 7 of them at least twice.  Some of them more than that.  The series is so well written that it truly takes you into another world.  After reading all of those, I've had a hard time finding good books that really keep my attention. &lt;br /&gt;(I know.  My reading selections are to literature what Paula Abdul is to American Idol.  Entertaining but insignificant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, several of the women I work with are reading the "Twilight" books.  A series of 4 "vampire" books the first of which was recently made into a movie.  I had no interest in these books because I just don't read vampire books or watch vampire movies or really give a crap about vampires in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls were talking in the lounge one day about the "Twilight" books and I said I wasn't interested in reading them because I really had no interest in a vampire book.  (I'm sure my tone was rather condescending.)  This led to a discussion about the Harry Potter books and I told everyone that Ben had made fun of me for reading them and so I told him to read the first book and if he didn't like it, he could make fun of me all he wanted.  Ben has read all 7 books and loves them ALMOST as much as I do.  Well, I opened my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning one of the women who is reading the "Twilight" books brings me the first book and says "Read the first book and if you don't like it you can make fun of vampire books all you want." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book in 3 days.  OMG!  What an awesomely written book.  I finished it on my lunch hour today.  I went by Wal-Mart after work today and picked up the second book.  I can't even begin to explain how well the author pulls you in to the story.  I HAD to have the second book to read when I go to bed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which,  I'm off to read another "stupid vampire book" and probably enjoy every minute of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-1310941417960543555?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1310941417960543555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=1310941417960543555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1310941417960543555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1310941417960543555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-82.html' title='SP Day 82'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7911209425793843349</id><published>2009-01-12T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:58:03.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 81</title><content type='html'>REAL SOCIAL OUTING!  This is not something that happens very often and when it does, it's usually with my family.  Not that there's anything wrong with hanging out with my family.  We have a great time when my big ol' crazy family gets together.  But, we often wonder what it would be like if we actually had friends that we went and did things with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight, we met an old friend of Ben's and her husband for dinner.  It was a great dinner.  The 4 of us have lots in common and we had a great time!  It was wonderful to get out and be with other people and talk and laugh and have fun.  I think we're going to do it again very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William was even very well behaved and actually ate his dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this took place in Cleburne where we went to get Ben new insulated bib overalls for work.  We got him those, plus a new work jacket.  Then we went and got him some parts and supplies for work.  After leaving there we went and got him some new boots for work.  So, when he goes back to work tomorrow night he'll be all fitted out in new stuff and hopefully stay warm.  Of course, I couldn't have him spending all that money and not spend any on me so I got a new coat too.  My winter coat is off white colored so it stays dirty.  I picked a brown one to wear every day and I'll save my off white one for church and stuff like that.  I thought brown was very appropriate since I couldn't keep the other one clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Ben has to go back to work tomorrow night.  Bummer.  I'm hoping he'll get some good rest tomorrow.  With all of the time we've spent together the last couple of days I know he hasn't gotten much sleep.  I think I'll knock him upside the head with a hammer as I walk out the door tomorrow so I know he'll sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7911209425793843349?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7911209425793843349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7911209425793843349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7911209425793843349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7911209425793843349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-81.html' title='SP Day 81'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7767709272715039516</id><published>2009-01-12T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:51:34.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 80</title><content type='html'>Sunday was a good day.  William and I got up and went to church.  (I know, I know, nobody fall down with shock now please!)  He was pretty well behaved all during church.  I don't think anyone around me heard the sermon.  They were all too busy watching my son go from the end of one pew to the end of the next cleaning them with a wipee.  I never let him get more than two pews away from me but it was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I fed him lunch and laid him down for a nap.  He slept for 3.5 hours!!!  I couldn't believe it.  He is consistently a 2 hour napper when he's at home.  I guess he must have needed it though because he sure was in a good mood when he woke up.  By the time he got up, Ben was up and we had a great evening together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After William went to bed Ben got out my boxes and I boxed up all the Christmas decorations.  That's always a little sad.  But, it was nice to get the tree out of the way.  In this tiny house, it's just one more thing for us to trip over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Sunday was a great family day.  I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great weekend.  I know we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7767709272715039516?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7767709272715039516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7767709272715039516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7767709272715039516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7767709272715039516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-80.html' title='SP Day 80'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7731919459315780529</id><published>2009-01-10T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:51:20.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 79</title><content type='html'>"Wa-mee do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has become a frequently repeated declarative statement in our home.  He really wants to do so many things for himself.  He wants to tie his own shoes, zip his own coat, and feed himself.  These things are totally expected.  It's the things he wants to do that I don't expect that just make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he wanted to clean some spilled coffee in the kitchen floor.  I handed him the rag and said okay.  He put the rag on the floor and instead of using his hands, did what he's no doubt seen us do.  He used his foot to push the towel around on the floor.  I just about cracked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw me sending a text message tonight.  The next thing I know he's pulling my phone and I hear the familiar "Wa-mee do."  He wants to lock the doors, feed the dogs, push the basket, dust the furniture, brush the cats, and just about every other thing he's seen us do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in my last post that he's making connections.  This has been so much fun.  Tonight he pulled two plastic fish out of his toy box that he hasn't played with since he was less than a year old.  He pulls them out and tells me "Clown fish."  Surely enough, they are clown fish.  He's seen "Finding Nemo" like twice and I've never pointed out that those are "clown fish" but he made that connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found him in the kitchen last night squatted down next to his tricycle.  I asked him what he was doing.  "Put gas in car."  He knows that you've got to put gas in your car to go somewhere and he wanted to go somewhere on his tricycle so he needed gas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I find my self asking him frequently, "Where did you learn that?"  He just grins and goes on doing his thing.  I just love watching him become smarter and smarter and beginning to use his imagination in his play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7731919459315780529?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7731919459315780529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7731919459315780529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7731919459315780529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7731919459315780529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-79.html' title='SP Day 79'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-862514808324760151</id><published>2009-01-10T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:38:27.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 78</title><content type='html'>Friday was an unexpected day.  I didn't feel well Thursday night.  I had lots of abdominal pain and cramping and I just kept waiting for the nausea and vomiting to hit.  Thankfully it never did but I didn't sleep well and I was still in pain on Friday morning.  So, I debated and debated about calling in to work.  I finally decided to just suck it up and go.  I mean, it's Friday after all; it can't be that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took William to mom's to find that she'd been debating and debating about calling me.  She'd been up all night with stomach issues too and she wasn't feeling well either.  But she decided if I could tough it out so could she. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to work and still felt a little ooky but not terrible.  I called mom about 9am to check on her.  She sounded worse, so I just made the call that I didn't feel good, mom didn't feel good, and William still wasn't 100% after having a little cold last week so, I left work and went and got him and we came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good choice.  He and I both slept from 10am until noon.  Then we had a great day.  Every minute I spend with him lately is so much fun.  (Not to say that there aren't still some very challenging times.) But he's learning so quickly and talking so much and making connections.  I love the unexpected things that he comes up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, despite no one really feeling well, had a great Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-862514808324760151?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/862514808324760151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=862514808324760151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/862514808324760151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/862514808324760151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-78_10.html' title='SP Day 78'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-2923898452268646717</id><published>2009-01-08T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:08:04.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 78</title><content type='html'>Back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks off I was back at work this week.  It's been a really great week.  I've had lots of fun with my students.  I've laughed and they've left every day saying "That was fun."  Can't ask for better than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my new year is off to a great start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-2923898452268646717?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2923898452268646717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=2923898452268646717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2923898452268646717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2923898452268646717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-78.html' title='SP Day 78'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6874080952690324679</id><published>2009-01-05T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:20:31.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 77</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm not doing so great about posting every single day. I am doing much better than I did on my previous blog though so I'm still calling this a success so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty status quo around here the last few days which is a blessing in and of itself. So, to keep you entertained and to satisfy my MIL's craving for WB pictures, here are the many outfits of Wild Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SWK-cx6_PwI/AAAAAAAABbY/f2gcHQjCfMs/s1600-h/100_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SWK-cx6_PwI/AAAAAAAABbY/f2gcHQjCfMs/s400/100_1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287998314132750082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's his vest, coat and shoes from his wedding tuxedo with his puppy dog pajamas.  Only my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SWK-cWW-XDI/AAAAAAAABbQ/SZ9Xi6vLJHg/s1600-h/100_1692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SWK-cWW-XDI/AAAAAAAABbQ/SZ9Xi6vLJHg/s400/100_1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287998306733939762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He insisted that I let him tie his own shoes.  He worked at it for a good 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SWK-cARjx-I/AAAAAAAABbI/ZDpDqi9mjIg/s1600-h/100_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SWK-cARjx-I/AAAAAAAABbI/ZDpDqi9mjIg/s400/100_1653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287998300805646306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck pajamas, plaid shirt, green converse tennis shoes and his cowboy hat.  Believe me, I had NOTHING to do with this choice.  He about had a COW when I made him change to go to town.  He kept saying, "No, momma.  Wa-mee wear dis."  "Wa-Mee" is how he says his own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SWK-b8KYWdI/AAAAAAAABbA/rCmrBO6nJlo/s1600-h/100_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SWK-b8KYWdI/AAAAAAAABbA/rCmrBO6nJlo/s400/100_1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287998299701795282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green flannel pajama top, no bottoms, cammo socks and his toboggan.  Oh, and don't forget the "cheese".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6874080952690324679?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6874080952690324679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6874080952690324679' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6874080952690324679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6874080952690324679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-77.html' title='SP Day 77'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SWK-cx6_PwI/AAAAAAAABbY/f2gcHQjCfMs/s72-c/100_1695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-725996934775692817</id><published>2009-01-01T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:45:31.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 76</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's a new year and I had my black-eyed peas today.  So, everything must be right with the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard anything from the newlyweds, which is, I suppose, as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already dreading going back to work on Monday.  I have SO enjoyed my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm headed to the Texas Music Educators Association convention in mid-February with some of the girls I met at my Orff class this summer.  I'm getting very excited about that.  My Mother-In-Law has very kindly agreed not only to keep my child during this time but she volunteered to come here to stay with him to  make things easier for him.  I think they're going to have a great time and I'm looking forward to spending my money I made at my cake auction on great stuff for my classroom and having some grown up time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-725996934775692817?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/725996934775692817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=725996934775692817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/725996934775692817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/725996934775692817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sp-day-76.html' title='SP Day 76'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-135097887891946973</id><published>2008-12-31T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:18:20.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 75</title><content type='html'>Well, the good news is Lacreta and Brent are married.  The wedding was absolutely gorgeous.  My sister can plan my next big event because I'm telling you, she did a fabulous job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great news is William did a wonderful job in the wedding.  He was the only one of the three little ones that made it to the front of the church.  Kaden made it about half-way down and turned around and ran back.  Makhala melted down in the entryway and never even sat foot on her way down the aisle.  William slowly made his way to the front pausing very frequently to look at the people who were looking at him.  He went and stood by Ty just like I told him to.  Then, when I made my way to my seat next to my folks, he came and sat with us.  Pretty much went off with out a hitch where William was concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, pictures, a million and one pictures before, during, after.  Pictures, pictures, pictures!  Pictures were a different story.  I thought I was going to go nuts before we were done doing pictures.  But, thankfully, he got his picture taken as many times as was necessary and we both survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downer of the whole thing is that my babysitter cancelled on me and I didn't get to go to the reception.  So, from my chair here at the house, infront of my computer, "Congratulations Lacreta and Brent.  We love you very  much."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-135097887891946973?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/135097887891946973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=135097887891946973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/135097887891946973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/135097887891946973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-75.html' title='SP Day 75'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5616857955260114697</id><published>2008-12-30T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:32:47.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 74</title><content type='html'>My beautiful niece, Lacreta, is getting married tomorrow.  It's going to be a beautiful ceremony.  Her colors are black and red.  The church is decorated in beautiful red and gold ribbon, candles, Christmas trees, pine sprigs and pine cones.  I am so excited for her and her fiancee, Brent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son's behavior at the rehearsal was acceptable (all though I could have used a couple of shots of tequila to calm me down because I was so anxious about his behavior).  However, I have decided that Lacreta is insane trying to have 3 toddlers in her wedding.  William is the oldest of these 3 children.  He turned two in October.  Kaden just turned two a couple of weeks ago and Makhala won't turn two until March.  She's nuts.  During the rehearsal Makhala kept running back and forth between the groomsmen and the bridesmaids.  Willaim put his ringbearer's pillow down on the altar and laid down and put his head on it.  Kaden was the best behaved child of the bunch.  He just went over and stood nicely with his mom who is a bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the executive decision that William will not stand at the altar during the wedding.  He's going to walk to the front then come sit with me.  Then when the recessional starts I'll send him back up the aisle.  It's going to be chaotic.  I was just thankful that the wagon idea got nixed before rehearsal ever started.   William so wouldn't have gone for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to wishing the bride and the groom all the best and hoping the little ones don't knock over any candles and burn the place down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5616857955260114697?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5616857955260114697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5616857955260114697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5616857955260114697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5616857955260114697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-74.html' title='SP Day 74'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-701446284472093549</id><published>2008-12-29T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:37:07.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 73</title><content type='html'>While today was yet another challenging day of terrible twos.  It ended with the poor boy having one of his mysterious, sudden, serious diaper rashes.  I've never figured out what causes them but they're terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to my folks house this morning and I helped mom work on the 30 or so chair covers she's sewing for my niece's wedding.  While mom and I worked on those dad took William outside and they worked on a few things together.  It was a great thing for everyone.  Dad got to spend some time with his buddy.  I was able to help mom get quite a few of her chair covers sewn.  William got to be outside (his favorite place to be) with his PawPaw (one of his favorite people to be with) and I got to get away from him long enough to recharge my patience meter and make it through the rest of the day with out completely losing my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the rehearsal for my niece's wedding.  Please pray that William and Kaden can share a wagon nicely and that things to smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-701446284472093549?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/701446284472093549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=701446284472093549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/701446284472093549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/701446284472093549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-73.html' title='SP Day 73'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3412941324599593905</id><published>2008-12-28T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:40:02.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 72</title><content type='html'>Sunday has been challenging.  I've been thinking for days now that William has got to be sick of going and going and going.  It seems like all though I've been off of work for the last week, we haven't hardly sat still at all.  So, I decided to forgo church this morning and William and I would stay home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was probably not the best decision I've ever made as a parent.  He was in a stinker-ish mood all day and was getting into EVERYTHING he wasn't supposed to get into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news.  8 o'clock finally showed up and he went to sleep with out a fuss.  I've spent the last two hours doing dishes, hauling trash, and most of it was spent playing my new Wii game, Boom Blox.  It's very addictive and lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-3412941324599593905?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3412941324599593905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3412941324599593905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3412941324599593905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3412941324599593905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-72.html' title='SP Day 72'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-1256669812039489956</id><published>2008-12-28T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:31:35.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 71</title><content type='html'>The promised Christmas pictures. Just a few chosen ones. It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhjHrQkvI/AAAAAAAABa4/hn34grt16vQ/s1600-h/100_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhjHrQkvI/AAAAAAAABa4/hn34grt16vQ/s400/100_1637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284940681214726898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William received THREE tricycles for Christmas.  One each from Santa, MawMaw and PawPaw and Grandmother and Grandad.  I think we need to coordinate a little better next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhis_DLaI/AAAAAAAABaw/KsS6bzF4cE8/s1600-h/100_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhis_DLaI/AAAAAAAABaw/KsS6bzF4cE8/s400/100_1608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284940674049977762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he likes the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhhgEeHJI/AAAAAAAABao/h2-Ir9Vi1Bs/s1600-h/100_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhhgEeHJI/AAAAAAAABao/h2-Ir9Vi1Bs/s400/100_1587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284940653403184274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tools were by far his favorite present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhhONTzLI/AAAAAAAABag/Val9DSNSAxo/s1600-h/100_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhhONTzLI/AAAAAAAABag/Val9DSNSAxo/s400/100_1580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284940648608418994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He uwrapped with MUCH enthusiasm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhg0laXKI/AAAAAAAABaY/6ULbmBLOxIo/s1600-h/100_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhg0laXKI/AAAAAAAABaY/6ULbmBLOxIo/s400/100_1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284940641730190498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa brought a tricycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-1256669812039489956?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1256669812039489956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=1256669812039489956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1256669812039489956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1256669812039489956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-71.html' title='SP Day 71'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVfhjHrQkvI/AAAAAAAABa4/hn34grt16vQ/s72-c/100_1637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3568461158376415659</id><published>2008-12-25T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:08:05.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 70</title><content type='html'>The Stennett family had a wonderful Christmas day.  Daddy got off work before William or I either one got up.  We got to all three have Christmas together this morning before Ben went to bed.  Then William and I headed over to MawMaw and PawPaw's house (my parents) where we had Christmas with my brother and sister and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredibly awesome day.  I promise many pictures are forth coming.  The problem is that there are about a million of them and I'm too pooped right now to sort through all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful day and got to have the joy of Christmas in their hearts today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-3568461158376415659?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3568461158376415659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3568461158376415659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3568461158376415659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3568461158376415659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-70.html' title='SP Day 70'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5362683208146334779</id><published>2008-12-24T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:52:28.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 69</title><content type='html'>What could be more positive than Christmas eve with a family to cherish and the spirit of Christ in our hearts?  Merry Christmas to everyone.  We love you all very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVLnIGER3DI/AAAAAAAABaQ/7qW1tR_y5sU/s1600-h/100_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVLnIGER3DI/AAAAAAAABaQ/7qW1tR_y5sU/s400/100_1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283539439112543282" 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/3935927379565872714-5362683208146334779?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5362683208146334779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5362683208146334779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5362683208146334779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5362683208146334779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-69.html' title='SP Day 69'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVLnIGER3DI/AAAAAAAABaQ/7qW1tR_y5sU/s72-c/100_1556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7019385933512924780</id><published>2008-12-24T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T05:30:00.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 68</title><content type='html'>William is working desperately to figure out buttons and shoe laces.  Here is his latest button project.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, he's wearing 3 shirts.  The one I put on him did not have buttons.  He apparently did not find that to be satisfactory.  So he came out of his bedroom wearing two more and requested that I button one of them.  ALL the buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVI4w4ywmwI/AAAAAAAABaI/KIOB8b2g7r0/s1600-h/100_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVI4w4ywmwI/AAAAAAAABaI/KIOB8b2g7r0/s400/100_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283347725389175554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so much like Ben in this picture it's just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVI4wsYN_6I/AAAAAAAABaA/CyRS1xcFgqs/s1600-h/100_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVI4wsYN_6I/AAAAAAAABaA/CyRS1xcFgqs/s400/100_1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283347722056630178" 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/3935927379565872714-7019385933512924780?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7019385933512924780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7019385933512924780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7019385933512924780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7019385933512924780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-68.html' title='SP Day 68'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SVI4w4ywmwI/AAAAAAAABaI/KIOB8b2g7r0/s72-c/100_1554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6113158420413862260</id><published>2008-12-22T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:09:21.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 67</title><content type='html'>It's midnight.  I'm done shopping.  I'm done wrapping.  Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6113158420413862260?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6113158420413862260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6113158420413862260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6113158420413862260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6113158420413862260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-67.html' title='SP Day 67'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6761144583724232074</id><published>2008-12-22T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:16:10.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 66</title><content type='html'>Well, Sunday was a stellar day.  My friend and I hired a babysitter to stay with our kids while we went shopping.  Six glorious hours of toddler-free Christmas shopping.  As much as I love my child I can not stand to take him shopping if there is going to be more than one stop.  First of all, he doesn't like sitting in baskets or strollers and not being able to get out and run around.  Second, I hate putting him in and out of his car seat.  It's a huge pain in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we did some shopping here in town and then hit the big city of Ft. Worth.  It was great fun.  Most of my girl friends live far away so having a day out with a friend is something I haven't done in a long time and I really had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6761144583724232074?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6761144583724232074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6761144583724232074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6761144583724232074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6761144583724232074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-66.html' title='SP Day 66'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-8557514169598752294</id><published>2008-12-20T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:03:01.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 65</title><content type='html'>My son has been hilarious and amazingly sweet lately.  I'll just let some pictures of last night and today speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Cool showing off while having his morning oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2qBJ6gJGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/VqesZV_LTrU/s1600-h/100_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2qBJ6gJGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/VqesZV_LTrU/s400/100_1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282064874793346146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2qAkhjo5I/AAAAAAAABZw/85QdxMI6fxY/s1600-h/100_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2qAkhjo5I/AAAAAAAABZw/85QdxMI6fxY/s400/100_1532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282064864756605842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun with daddy's hard hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2qAd0FcbI/AAAAAAAABZo/TLdKXvWj3zc/s1600-h/100_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2qAd0FcbI/AAAAAAAABZo/TLdKXvWj3zc/s400/100_1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282064862955270578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2p_3V6eXI/AAAAAAAABZg/zUZehN63sGc/s1600-h/100_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2p_3V6eXI/AAAAAAAABZg/zUZehN63sGc/s400/100_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282064852628175218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so gently helping mommy decorate the tree.&lt;br /&gt;(No, it's not glass.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2p_eaSHiI/AAAAAAAABZY/IU4ni0_0K1U/s1600-h/100_1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2p_eaSHiI/AAAAAAAABZY/IU4ni0_0K1U/s400/100_1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282064845935615522" 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/3935927379565872714-8557514169598752294?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8557514169598752294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=8557514169598752294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8557514169598752294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8557514169598752294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-65.html' title='SP Day 65'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SU2qBJ6gJGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/VqesZV_LTrU/s72-c/100_1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-1925923021558685140</id><published>2008-12-19T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:21:59.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 64</title><content type='html'>Lesson for today: Humility, Kindness, Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, today was one of those days that made me take a step back and think "Wow, I need to be a better person." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 of my story.  We had our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; Christmas" gift exchange at our faculty Christmas party yesterday.  For a period of time I had this beautiful red glass lantern in a metal holder with a snowflake design.  I lost it to someone else and wound up with a watch that just didn't do much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of my story.  There is a teacher whom I work with that I don't have much patience for.  She's very scattered.  Frequently doesn't know what's going on even though she's been told several times.  She frequently leaves her class unattended.  She's ALWAYS pulling kids out of my room because she has a hard time taking care of all of her business during the time she has.  I am often angry or frustrated with this woman.  I have another good friend at work who does get along with her and tells me frequently that the teacher in question has a really good heart and tries very hard to do a good job.  I've just always believed that my friend was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; to this woman's true character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 of my story.  Oh, my, how quickly God can put us in our place and we never, ever see it coming.  This morning, at the beginning of morning assembly, the scatter brained teacher brought me a gift bag.  I assumed it was a small gift from her two children.  Something along the lines of as small ceramic figurine that I usually get from my students.  After assembly was over I opened the bag and found the beautiful red snowflake lantern that I had given up so begrudgingly yesterday.  I felt about half an inch tall when I pulled that out of the bag.  Not only had she given me a beautiful gift, she'd paid attention yesterday and among the 39 people present at the gift exchange, she'd noticed how much I loved that lantern.  And, she thought enough about me to give me a gift for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this is a lesson that will stick with me and that I will treat not only her, but everyone with a little more patience and a lot more kindness in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-1925923021558685140?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1925923021558685140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=1925923021558685140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1925923021558685140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1925923021558685140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-64.html' title='SP Day 64'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-1424813837314102648</id><published>2008-12-17T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:19:01.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 63</title><content type='html'>Well, it occurred to me today that I hadn't blogged in two days.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having learned from past experience, I do not do well trying to back blog, so I'll do today and call it good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the goal of every day is just to get through it so I can enjoy the holidays.  Note to self for future reference, just goofing off in class for an entire week, is not a good lesson plan.  I really wish I'd planned some meaningful stuff for this week because the days filled with "fun stuff" seem to just drag by.  I thought since we'd worked so hard on the Christmas program that we'd pretty much just goof off this week.  That has not turned out to be a great  plan.  But, the good news is, we only have Thursday and Friday left.  They're both early release days with us getting out at 12:30.  Friday, I don't even have to teach.  The kids have their awards assemblies and go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week is winding down and soon, I'll be on my 16 days of vacation.  Ahhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-1424813837314102648?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1424813837314102648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=1424813837314102648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1424813837314102648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1424813837314102648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-63.html' title='SP Day 63'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-521621985202142082</id><published>2008-12-14T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:39:23.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 62</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow will be 90 days on the job for Ben.  He will be eligible for benefits and should get a raise.  This is GREAT news.  We'll save a big chunk of change not having to pay for his private health insurance.  That plus the raise means paying off more debt.  The more debt we get paid off the sooner he can begin looking for a new job.  ALL of these are wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it looks like the higher ups at his job are really cracking down on people and raising their expectations of their drivers a bit.  People it seems are getting fired right and left which means Ben is just moving further and further up the ladder.  The more this happens, the closer he gets to being moved to day shift.  I CAN NOT WAIT for him to be on days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still won't have weekends off and he'll still only get to see William about an hour a day on the days that he works.  BUT, he'll keep William on his days off and they'll get to spend entire days together which will be AWESOME.  And, I get to have my husband back in my bed at night.  I can't tell you how much I'm hating colder weather with out my human heater lying next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as much as I still hate his job, at least, things are looking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-521621985202142082?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/521621985202142082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=521621985202142082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/521621985202142082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/521621985202142082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-62.html' title='SP Day 62'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6906428908916594641</id><published>2008-12-13T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:14:20.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 61</title><content type='html'>After a very rough night of William being up and down several times and finally deciding that he was done sleeping at 4am I was afraid that today was going to be miserable.  Now, mind you, he was very cranky and very sensitive today because he was exhausted, but we accomplished to have an okay day and a GREAT evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my great nephew's birthday party at Peter Piper Pizza (basically Chuck E. Cheese).  (I cannot for the life of me figure out why a two year old needs a birthday party at a place like this!)  All though we had a few fits when I had to pull him away from a game or ride, he was, all things considered, very well behaved.  He fell asleep on the way home and laid down when we got home.  He slept a total of about two hours.  I would have liked to have napped during that time myself, but I was making my hubby dinner before he headed off to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid since he'd had a nap and I hadn't that this evening was going to be hell.  But I made myself some coffee and we played, watched Sesame Street, read a book, took a bath and had a great evening.  He was so super sweet tonight.  I just love it when he's like that.  I wouldn't trade this evening for all the money in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6906428908916594641?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6906428908916594641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6906428908916594641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6906428908916594641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6906428908916594641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-61.html' title='SP Day 61'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5919013508051210558</id><published>2008-12-13T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:07:03.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 60</title><content type='html'>Hooray for an un-stressful day at work.  The christmas program is over.  The principal and the assistant principal were absent.  There was food for a baby shower in the teacher's lounge.  I can honestly say I didn't do a DARN THING all day but hang out and eat.  It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, the eating part of the hanging out and eating has GOT to come to a stop!  I eat when I'm stressed.  I had just about finally gotten my eating back under control from the stress of Ben's job change when along came the stress from the Christmas program.  For about the billionth time I'm planning to really cut back after the New Year.  My only question to myself, is how can I make it different this time??  How can I make my decision to eat healthier stick around more than a month or two (six at best)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on it.  I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5919013508051210558?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5919013508051210558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5919013508051210558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5919013508051210558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5919013508051210558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-60.html' title='SP Day 60'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5328167227522277309</id><published>2008-12-11T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:34:26.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 59</title><content type='html'>It-is-done.  As of 7:30, close to 300 children had sung, spoken, and (hopefully) entertained a huge gym FULL of people.  They did an awesome job, my cake auction made nearly $750 and it will be a year before I have to take on that monsterous event again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh.   I can breathe once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5328167227522277309?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5328167227522277309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5328167227522277309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5328167227522277309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5328167227522277309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-59.html' title='SP Day 59'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3098374379642511794</id><published>2008-12-10T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:07:21.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 58</title><content type='html'>Tonight I learned, from experience that absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the dinner table looking at Ben and thinking that it had been six days since I'd had a real conversation with him.  Then looking at William, knowing that I'd really only missed one evening with him but he was ten times cuter and a million times funnier than normal.  It was wonderful.  I was so happy to be with my family, I'm sure I was beaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas program: t minus 1 day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-3098374379642511794?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3098374379642511794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3098374379642511794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3098374379642511794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3098374379642511794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-58.html' title='SP Day 58'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-8949753471861461163</id><published>2008-12-09T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:56:23.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 57</title><content type='html'>Oh, tonight was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Julie (my friend who keeps William from time-to-time) asked if William could stay the night.  So, I met my husband for an early dinner before he went to work. (I'm talkin 4:30, old people early, I felt like we should have been at Luby's.)  After dinner I went to get a hair cut.  I went to the same place I went last time but a different woman did my hair.  I told her I wanted it slightly shorter than just a trim because it grew out so fast last time.  That girl took me at my word and I've got some SHORT hair.  But, oh well, it will grow back out and it should be a couple of months before I need a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the home depot and picked up some hard ware for scenery for tomorrow night's program.  Then to Kohl's to get some jewelery to go with the outfit I plan to wear to the program Thursday night.  I found a super cute sweater and shirt that were on sale for 50% off while I was there so I got those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to ULTA to get some more of my bare minerals make up that I had run out of.  It's not cheap, but it's not super, like estee-lauder expensive either.  I really like it so, it's my one splurge on myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a great "me" evening.  Now it's time to go see what the damage is to my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas program: t minus 2 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-8949753471861461163?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8949753471861461163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=8949753471861461163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8949753471861461163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8949753471861461163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-57.html' title='SP Day 57'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-156384522131667159</id><published>2008-12-09T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:50:30.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 56</title><content type='html'>Okay, I missed blogging on Monday.  I'm learning that it's blog it, or lose it.  Because now, I can't remember anything outstanding about yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was definitely a Monday.  I accomplished to keep my head above water and get most of my ducks in a row for the Christmas program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas program t minus 3 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-156384522131667159?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/156384522131667159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=156384522131667159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/156384522131667159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/156384522131667159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-56.html' title='SP Day 56'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7823969005866094091</id><published>2008-12-07T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:46:31.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 55</title><content type='html'>I made home made chicken and dumplings for the very first time.  It was mm.mm.good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7823969005866094091?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7823969005866094091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7823969005866094091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7823969005866094091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7823969005866094091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-55.html' title='SP Day 55'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3349706079227251635</id><published>2008-12-06T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:49:48.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 54</title><content type='html'>Today was a mom-n-William day.  Ben was sleeping so it was just William and I with a whole Saturday in front of us.  When I keep this kid couped up in the house all day, he gets in lots of trouble because he gets bored or I feel terribly guilty because he sits and watches TV all day.  So, after he took a 3 hour plus some nap, we had some lunch and headed out to the park nearest our house.  We stayed for about an hour and a half before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ben left for work this afternoon we bundled up and headed into downtown Weatherford to meet a friend of mine and her daughter for "Christmas on the Square".  As far as vendors go, the whole thing was a bust but William rode on a Christmas train and went on a pony ride.  I spent a grand total of $7 (which was for the pony ride) and we got in the car and headed home.  We got home just in time to chug some milk, put on his jammies and go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had a pretty darn good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-3349706079227251635?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3349706079227251635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3349706079227251635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3349706079227251635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3349706079227251635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-54.html' title='SP Day 54'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-2669639892046377576</id><published>2008-12-05T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:23:33.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 53</title><content type='html'>I have two exciting things to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While searching for a job that I had been told was going to be coming open I found an awesome job opportunity.  An elementary in Weatherford has a counselor position available immediately.  If I were able to get a counseling job, I would have enough of a pay increase that Ben could take a lesser paying job and we would still be okay.  This would be the biggest blessing our family could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one potential snafu.  It could be a good thing, or a bad thing.  I interviewed for a music teacher position at this same school this summer.  I was offered the job and turned it down.  So either the principal could hold it against me that I turned down a job she offered me, or she could look at it like I was a good teacher and a good fit for her campus, maybe the same will hold true in the counselor position.  (I know that's a huge run on sentence, I apologize sincerely Dr. Miller.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The most awesome thing happened at work today.  I have a 4th grade student with multiple disabilities.  Some of them genetic, some of them due to neglect as an infant, and some of them unexplained.  He has severe musculoskeletal problems.  He's not much taller than William.  He has no muscle tone to speak of.  He's also, for the most part, non-verbal.  When he came to my school in the 2nd grade, he was completely wheelchair bound.  His therapists last year got him walking with a walker.  The special needs teacher brought him in my room today and said she had something to show me.  He walked all the way across my room completely unassisted.  He's 10 years old and walked for the first time today.  I picked him up and hugged him and told him  how proud I was of him with tears running down my face.  What a special guy.  Now, if that's not a good day at work, I just can't imagine what would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-2669639892046377576?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2669639892046377576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=2669639892046377576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2669639892046377576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2669639892046377576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-53.html' title='SP Day 53'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5356875851034725574</id><published>2008-12-04T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:35:04.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 52</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I'm way thankful that my momma taught me how to cook.  I was late getting to mom's tonight so I had to get dinner on the table in a hurry.  Luckily, I'd brought salmon, black eyed peas and mac-n-cheese and a quick salad.  Well, I forgot to take the groceries in when I left William this morning so the salad sat in my car all day.  Even though it was cold out and probably didn't get too warm in my car, I didn't feel good about putting out on the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was able to mix up some salmon patties with mom being kind enough to  chop some onions and throw them in the mix.  I threw water on to boil for the mac-n-cheese, fried up the salmon patties and tossed the black-eyed-peas in the microwave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made dinner for my family and my folks in about 25 minutes.  Thanks mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5356875851034725574?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5356875851034725574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5356875851034725574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5356875851034725574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5356875851034725574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-52.html' title='SP Day 52'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6755467839128245789</id><published>2008-12-04T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:26:18.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 51</title><content type='html'>Okay, many of my blogging friends have embarked upon this task, so I feel compelled to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 Things I am Thankful For&lt;br /&gt;1. God&lt;br /&gt;2. Ben&lt;br /&gt;3. William&lt;br /&gt;4. Mom&lt;br /&gt;5. Dad&lt;br /&gt;6. The rest of my big crazy family&lt;br /&gt;7. Babies&lt;br /&gt;8. My in laws&lt;br /&gt;9.  Liberty and Justice (both the canines and the principles)&lt;br /&gt;10.  Employment&lt;br /&gt;11. Friends&lt;br /&gt;12. Cell phones&lt;br /&gt;13. Internet&lt;br /&gt;14. A House&lt;br /&gt;15. A Car&lt;br /&gt;16. America&lt;br /&gt;17.Freedom&lt;br /&gt;18. Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;19. Deer Hunting&lt;br /&gt;20. Venison&lt;br /&gt;21. Tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;22. make-up&lt;br /&gt;23.  doctors&lt;br /&gt;24. insurance&lt;br /&gt;25. kicks from unborn babies&lt;br /&gt;26.  children's laughter&lt;br /&gt;27. dinner with friends&lt;br /&gt;28. my co-workers&lt;br /&gt;29. reality TV&lt;br /&gt;30. a husband that pays the bills&lt;br /&gt;31. my husband's wonderful family&lt;br /&gt;32. cat purring in my lap&lt;br /&gt;33. head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;34. shoulder to put my head on&lt;br /&gt;35. good books&lt;br /&gt;36. clothes shopping&lt;br /&gt;37. apple cinnamon candles&lt;br /&gt;38. flannel pj pants&lt;br /&gt;39. baking&lt;br /&gt;40. music&lt;br /&gt;41. performing&lt;br /&gt;42. sleepy William&lt;br /&gt;43. pj Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;44. hugs&lt;br /&gt;45. kisses&lt;br /&gt;46. movies&lt;br /&gt;47. scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;48. crocheting&lt;br /&gt;49. the loudness of my family&lt;br /&gt;50. snooze button&lt;br /&gt;51. summer&lt;br /&gt;52. my husband's job&lt;br /&gt;53. a big back yard&lt;br /&gt;54. old friends&lt;br /&gt;55. memories&lt;br /&gt;56. once-in-a-lifetime events&lt;br /&gt;57. marriage&lt;br /&gt;58. parenthood&lt;br /&gt;59. big feet&lt;br /&gt;60. bath time&lt;br /&gt;61. "Hi momma"&lt;br /&gt;62. chemo therapy&lt;br /&gt;63. prayer&lt;br /&gt;64. hope&lt;br /&gt;65. TiVo&lt;br /&gt;66. e-mail&lt;br /&gt;67. jean days at work&lt;br /&gt;68. the smell of a clean house&lt;br /&gt;69. a husband that does dishes&lt;br /&gt;70. pedicures&lt;br /&gt;71. new hair cut&lt;br /&gt;72. the sound of my husband's car in the driveway&lt;br /&gt;73. unexpected gifts&lt;br /&gt;74. safety&lt;br /&gt;75. comfort&lt;br /&gt;76. security&lt;br /&gt;77. play grounds&lt;br /&gt;78. chocolate&lt;br /&gt;79. horses&lt;br /&gt;80. the smell of leather and horses&lt;br /&gt;81. mountains&lt;br /&gt;82. hot showers&lt;br /&gt;83. the excitement of the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;84. the excitement of the last day of school&lt;br /&gt;85. packages in the mail&lt;br /&gt;86. kindness&lt;br /&gt;87. compassion&lt;br /&gt;88. snuggles&lt;br /&gt;89. love&lt;br /&gt;90. holidays&lt;br /&gt;91. military&lt;br /&gt;92. dates with my husband&lt;br /&gt;93. Texas&lt;br /&gt;94. education&lt;br /&gt;95. shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;96. many of my teachers&lt;br /&gt;97. Jackson Elementary&lt;br /&gt;98. 2926 South 28th Street&lt;br /&gt;99. childhood (my own and my sons especially)&lt;br /&gt;100. sleep&lt;br /&gt;101. thankful to have 101 things to be thankful for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6755467839128245789?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6755467839128245789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6755467839128245789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6755467839128245789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6755467839128245789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-51.html' title='SP Day 51'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3279315085489670720</id><published>2008-12-02T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:42:17.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 50</title><content type='html'>I am, believe it or not, looking forward to this year's Christmas program. (Just in case you're reading this and don't know already, I teach elementary music to 300+ children in grades K-5.) Normally, the closer these programs get, the more I dread them, the longer my t0-do list gets and the higher my anxiety level goes.  However, after 10 years of doing this I was finally smart enough to ask for parent help and delegate tasks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all I have to do is make sure the kids are ready to go.  Since the last two days of rehearsal have gone really well, I'm getting excited about seeing them perform and watching them do a great job.  I'm actually afraid I'm going to jinx myself.  I've never had a program go horribly wrong but I've always been so worried that they would.  If I relax, and don't get all stresses, I'm afraid I'll let my guard down and something will go horribly wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only major tasks left for me are next Tuesday and Thursday.  I'm loading all 300 of my little darlings up on school buses and carting them over to the High School where our program will take place for dress rehearsal.  No matter how much I think I've got my ducks in a row, the classroom teachers are always happy to tell me how I could do it better.  While it's always offered in the sweetest of spirits, I always cringe knowing that I've put countless hours of work and tons of thought in executing this and now they think they have a better way to do it.  However, I must admit, on several occasions, they have been right and I've taken their advice and things have gone better because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I say all of that to say, I think the "All-American Christmas" program is going to go great and I'm anxious to see it all come together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-3279315085489670720?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3279315085489670720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3279315085489670720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3279315085489670720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3279315085489670720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-day-50.html' title='SP Day 50'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-2210431070118679006</id><published>2008-11-30T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:53:15.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 49</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those days where I feel like I'm really having to stretch to find something to blog about.  There was one particular stand out event today but it was not at all positive so I'll save it for the end of my post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and William and I made it to church today.  That was great.  It's something that I should do much more often.  I dread it though because my pastor does not believe in having child care during the church service so I don't like going by myself with William.  He can get pretty out of hand if he's being asked to sit still and be quiet.  Mom doesn't make it very often because she often over does things on Saturday and doesn't feel well enough to get up and go to church on Sunday.  So, two of the three Stennetts made it to church today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our one stand out event of the day today:  Slightly more than 48 hours after Blackee came to live with the Gaston family, Blackee left this life.  Poor thing just got worse and worse from the time we brought her home.  Mom called the vet today and he agreed to meet her at the clinic on his day off.  She said the moment she laid kitty on the table, she took three breaths and died.  The vet speculates that she just had too much done at once being spayed, vaccinated, wormed, and re-homed in 3 days time.  His diagnosis was liver failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told William tonight that Blackee had died he fussed and put his head on my shoulder and said "Maw Maw, Pa Paw".  I think he was worried that his grandparents were sad.  It was really sweet but made me tear up at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, back to work tomorrow.  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks for reading my somewhat pointless and completley rambling post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-2210431070118679006?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2210431070118679006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=2210431070118679006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2210431070118679006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2210431070118679006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-49.html' title='SP Day 49'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6262307061670377773</id><published>2008-11-29T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:13:41.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 48</title><content type='html'>Shopping Diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me today.  This morning over a very meager little breakfast ('cause I was too lazy to fix a real one) my hubby noticed two Lane Bryant flyers on the kitchen table.  One was for $15 off a purchase and the other was Buy One Get One Free.  He suggested that since I'd bombed on my shopping trip last week, I should go, since this is my favorite place to shop and it looked like some pretty good deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good deals was an understatement.  I left with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One pair dress slacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One pair trouser jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One black sweater with jewel embellished neck line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One cute sleeveless top with rosettes all round the top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One black shrug to go w/sleeveless top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One silver long sleeve jersey knit shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One red/black/silver beaded necklace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One pair red earrings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One red/black/silver beaded bracelet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Total before sale $291.49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to choke a horse right?  Well, I did not use my $15 off offer because while I was there a very nice lady gave me a $50 off one that she didn't use.  How nice.  Then I got an additional 15% off because I used my credit card that I already had for this store(which I will pay off when the bill comes in).  Wanna know what I ended up paying, total, with tax, the whole nine yards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$87.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I'm the shopping diva.  A savings of $211.03.  That's 73% off.  I must say, damn, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have bought more, but really, that's all I found that I loved.  Just in case anyone reading this is a size 14 or up, the buy one get one sale goes on through tomorrow at Lane Bryant and it is WELL worth your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6262307061670377773?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6262307061670377773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6262307061670377773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6262307061670377773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6262307061670377773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-48.html' title='SP Day 48'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-1334569794724111862</id><published>2008-11-28T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:09:51.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 47</title><content type='html'>What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again why I was out of bed at 3:30 this morning and getting my poor child up at 3:45?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the WORLD was I at Wal-Mart at 4:15?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are questions I always ask myself after the feeding frenzy of black Friday.  But each and every year with a slightly nauseous stomach from eating too much the day before there I am out in front of some store just waiting for the little hand to be on the 5 and the big hand on the 12 so I can get my deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal this year was the $88 power wheels jeep at Wal-Mart.  I did not procure said jeep.  Instead I took a step back from the mass of people, that just 15 seconds before had seemed perfectly normal while I was standing with them huddled around a pallet with only 8 of these things.  These people went berserk.  It was the black Friday hysteria that you often hear about but believe it's just some exaggerated blown up tale.  Oh, no, people, this was an all out mob.  People were tackled, shoved, scratched, and stood yanking boxes from each others hands.  My decision: my kid does NOT need a power wheels jeep that badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went and found him and his maw-maw (my mother) they had found many smaller and much less dramatic deals and had a full basket while I came wheeling up with my empty one.  We checked out and got the heck outta dodge.  William fell asleep in the car during the 4 minute trip across the interstate to Target.  I left him and maw-maw in the car while I hit Target and Kohls.  There were many more of the advertised items at these stores with much less drama.  I found almost everything I went after and was done with my black friday shopping (or as William said all morning "kim-us choppin") by 8:00am.  Which is a good thing because that's when it started pouring down rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today maw-maw, William and I went to the vet in Millsap and procured a new kitty for William.  "Kee-Kee" his former pet had to be put to sleep a week or so before because she had a huge tumor in her tummy.  The very kind vet in Millsap also does spay and neuters at the animal shelter.  He was there this week and found an acceptable replacement for "Kee-Kee" who has been named, by William, "Blackee".  She's very pretty and already very attached to my Dad who pretends to be against any pets in his house but is secretly the worlds biggest softie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great, if somewhat crazy, day.  William fell asleep in my lap at 6:30 this evening and didn't bat an eye while I changed him into his pj's.  I'm not far behind him.  The great news is I got 4 people marked off of my "kim-us choppin" list today.  YEA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-1334569794724111862?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1334569794724111862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=1334569794724111862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1334569794724111862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1334569794724111862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-47.html' title='SP Day 47'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-2367787183350362641</id><published>2008-11-27T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:57:44.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 46</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Turkey Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was a great day of friends, family, and food.  There were 3 toddlers, a tiny baby, and a puppy in all the ruckus so everyone stayed busy keeping at least one eye on a young 'un of some sort at all times.  It was a fabulous day.  I always LOVE being together with my family, even if they are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you had a wonderful day and got to feel the love and warmth of the Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3935927379565872714-2367787183350362641?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2367787183350362641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=2367787183350362641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2367787183350362641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2367787183350362641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-46.html' title='SP Day 46'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7173848331023016745</id><published>2008-11-26T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:10:42.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 45</title><content type='html'>Whew!  What a day.  I got a TON of stuff accomplished today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had breakfast with hubby. (He did the dishes this morning!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Mom's to help clean for Thanksgiving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out garage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swept garage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned items going back into the garage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuumed the whole house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-vacuumed the whole house when I realized the belt wasn't attached and I hadn't really been doing much good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shampooed the carpets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made dinner for everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had dinner w/hubby, kid and parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Wal-Mart and faced day-before-Thanksgiving crowds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came home, unloaded groceries and kid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played with kid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put kid to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made pumpkin brownies, green salad (the pudding cool-whip kind not the healthy kind), and sweet okra salad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put dogs to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogged.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Now, I think I got quite a bit accomplished today and I'm hoping I won't be too tired to enjoy tomorrow.  It was a good day spent with my folks and even though I worked my tail off, I enjoyed helping them and getting something accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7173848331023016745?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7173848331023016745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7173848331023016745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7173848331023016745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7173848331023016745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-45.html' title='SP Day 45'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3947234485081056096</id><published>2008-11-25T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:41:28.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 44</title><content type='html'>Tonight, there was great potential.  We failed to reach our potential.  This is disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got us a baby sitter and we had great plans to go out just the two of us.  I came home showered and dressed.  Ben got up when I got out of the shower and got ready and we were out the door by 6.  We had a few errands to run then we were off to dinner and what ever other wonderful things the evening might hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we ended up getting pretty ticked off running one of our errands which kind of, as Ben put it, "took the bloom off the flower" for us.  We were no longer really in the mood for an evening of fun and frolic.  Then there were babysitter snafus so we had dinner, went and got our kid, and came home.  By the time we got here, Ben's tummy was not feeling well which kind of kibosh-ed any real exciting plans we might have had for the remainder of our evening at home.   Overall, not the evening we had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I gave up, am currently enjoying an adult beverage and have plans for flannel pjs and winnie-the-pooh house shoes in my VERY near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here though is the silver lining to an evening of lost potential.  I got to spend some time with my husband, just the two of us.  Even when Ben didn't have a screwy job, that didn't happen very often at all.  The price we pay for the cuteness that is William and one we're very willing to pay.  So, though it may not have been the romantic evening of dreams, it was still enough to make me very happy.  I have an AWESOME husband, and I'll take time with him all to myself when ever I can get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-3947234485081056096?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3947234485081056096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3947234485081056096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3947234485081056096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3947234485081056096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-44.html' title='SP Day 44'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7873783802464042315</id><published>2008-11-25T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:30:16.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 43</title><content type='html'>Monday was a good day.  I got off work, came home, made tacos for dinner and sat down and had a meal with my whole family.  I felt like a real live wife and mommy.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I left William with Ben (it was his day off) and I went to town to go clothes shopping for me.  (This is something I very rarely do.)  I was soooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, I got to town, tried on a million things, NONE of them looked good.  I stood in the dressing room of Belk, looked at myself in the mirror and cried.  Left all of my clothes in the dressing room floor and went home.  The heck with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the great part though, I came home, my kid was bathed and in bed and my husband had a huge smile on his face.  He'd gotten to spend some great time with his son and that is worth any amount of dressing room misery there is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7873783802464042315?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7873783802464042315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7873783802464042315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7873783802464042315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7873783802464042315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-43.html' title='SP Day 43'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-8629175638150420457</id><published>2008-11-23T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:54:07.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 42</title><content type='html'>All though today was rather cloudy and overcast most of the day the temperature outside was very nice.  It wasn't too windy, it was actually a very nice day outdoors.  I say this to say, I took William outside A LOT today.  Yesterday, it was a bit too chilly and the wind made it to where going outside was just not reasonable.  So, I was glad to get my little stinker outside and let him run off some of his bound up energy that usually winds up getting him into trouble inside.  The other plus to this situation is if he's outside having a good time, he isn't inside waking daddy up and that's a good thing for everyone.  Daddy gets his rest, which makes daddy happy.  Daddy isn't grumpy which makes Mommy happy!  When Mommy and Daddy are both happy, William should be happy.  (Notice I said should!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, and not a positive one, my Grandma Gaston, who has had Alzheimer's disease for well over 10 years, isn't doing well.  She's with the people who care for her and hospice care is on call.  It is very likely that in the next few days, she'll be reunited with her husband of over 50 years and a son she lost to cancer in the 60's.  I just want to say that I love her very much and I hope she'll find peace and be herself once again.  I love you Grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-8629175638150420457?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8629175638150420457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=8629175638150420457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8629175638150420457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8629175638150420457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-42.html' title='SP Day 42'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-8020355811269107654</id><published>2008-11-23T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:45:08.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 41</title><content type='html'>Well Saturday came and went with out much to mention.  William was very much a 2 year old from the time he got up until the time he went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben got off work late yesterday morning so when he came home he was ready to go to bed and William was ready to take a nap.  So, Ben put William in bed with him and I got to go to town ALL BY MYSELF!  I took some clothes to the dry cleaners and got an oil change.  William slept for nearly 3 hours with his daddy so even after I got home I had time to pick up the living room, sweep, and sit down for a few minutes.  It was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worried me though was that Ben slept right through William waking up and walking out of the bedroom all by himself.  I thought, what if my oil change had taken longer, what if he'd woken up while I was gone and Ben had kept on sleeping? I can only imagine what state my house, and my child would have been in when I got back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is, that didn't happen.  William got a good nap.  Ben got to spend some time with his kid and I had a little time to myself.  And all of those are great things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-8020355811269107654?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8020355811269107654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=8020355811269107654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8020355811269107654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8020355811269107654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-41.html' title='SP Day 41'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5763130597210322258</id><published>2008-11-21T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:32:51.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 40</title><content type='html'>Today was, for the most part a much better day at work.  What's great about today?  I got a TON of stuff accomplished.  I called what seemed like a million parents, (I think it was more like 25 or so) all of whom volunteered to help out with my Christmas program.  After 10 years of teaching elementary music, I've FINALLY learned how to delegate.  25 parent phone calls or a hundred hours of my time?  From now on, I'll be doing the phone calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with my volunteers neatly divided into 3 groups, the decoration crew, the backdrop crew, and the cake auction crew (we're having an auction to raise funds to buy new instruments), now all I have to do is get my kiddos prepared and hope everything goes off with out a hitch.  It always has in the past, so here's hoping, no, praying, that it will happen that way again this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5763130597210322258?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5763130597210322258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5763130597210322258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5763130597210322258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5763130597210322258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-40.html' title='SP Day 40'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-453303435308876778</id><published>2008-11-20T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:21:31.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 39</title><content type='html'>Today, in general, was not a great day.  So, I'll go with a few small, obvious, but good things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I did NOT kill my 2 year old for behaving like a 2 year old even when I got pegged in the back of the head with shoes while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My 2 year old went to bed with out a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Though it is not certain, the dishes MAY get done before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a better day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-453303435308876778?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/453303435308876778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=453303435308876778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/453303435308876778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/453303435308876778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-39.html' title='SP Day 39'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-625629962618693991</id><published>2008-11-19T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:16:47.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 38</title><content type='html'>The gift of time.  My sweet boy, even after taking 2 hour nap today was obviously exhausted during dinner time at mom's house this evening.  I was seriously considering putting him to bed early tonight after a bath.  Well, he fell asleep in the car on the way home.  So, I took him to his room and thought that I would attempt to change his diaper and put his pj's on him and if he woke up I'd give him a bath.  He never so much as blinked an eye.  He even snored during part of it.  So, my kiddo was in bed at 6:30 and now I have an extra hour and a half of William free time to get some things done around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm a little bummed though that I didn't get to hang out with him much tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-625629962618693991?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/625629962618693991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=625629962618693991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/625629962618693991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/625629962618693991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-38.html' title='SP Day 38'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-1841846282258180482</id><published>2008-11-18T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:58:34.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 37</title><content type='html'>What goes around comes around.  Yesterday, I took a friend of mine home from work because her car was in the shop.  Today, my co-worker and good friend, volunteered his time and his pick-up to take me into town to buy lumber for a project the ag department is doing for me.  So, once again, I must say, having good friends is a great thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-1841846282258180482?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1841846282258180482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=1841846282258180482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1841846282258180482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1841846282258180482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-37.html' title='SP Day 37'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7728608211088944814</id><published>2008-11-17T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:44:28.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 36</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SSId5CGnm8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/UQEgwWG8z9M/s1600-h/100_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SSId5CGnm8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/UQEgwWG8z9M/s400/100_1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269807379631283138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SSId44liL7I/AAAAAAAAA-4/FwOr6eUkemk/s1600-h/100_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SSId44liL7I/AAAAAAAAA-4/FwOr6eUkemk/s400/100_1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269807377076596658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two great things about today.  Daddy and William got to spend some quality time.  The yard got mowed.  YEA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7728608211088944814?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7728608211088944814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7728608211088944814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7728608211088944814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7728608211088944814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-36.html' title='SP Day 36'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SSId5CGnm8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/UQEgwWG8z9M/s72-c/100_1497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-4019751180923656476</id><published>2008-11-17T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:41:21.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 35</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned previously having an awesome best friend is awesome.  I happen to be the lucky recipient of several great friends.  However, &lt;a href="http://snarfle.blogspot.com/"&gt;snarfle&lt;/a&gt; and I have been friends for many years as well as college room mates and sorrority sisters.  For the last several weeks she has sent me one of her beautiful handmade cards about once a week and I can't even begin to tell you how much they make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SSIcuw2z8FI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-YWbnqVNvdk/s1600-h/100_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SSIcuw2z8FI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-YWbnqVNvdk/s400/100_1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269806103691259986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the latest of her creations that I received in the mail.  It's such a happy, cheerful thing!  She's so creative and talented.  I'm so grateful that she thinks of me, that I'm so lucky that she loves me, and just thinking of her makes a bright spot in my day.  Thanks Snarfle, I love you honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-4019751180923656476?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4019751180923656476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=4019751180923656476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4019751180923656476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4019751180923656476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-35_17.html' title='SP Day 35'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SSIcuw2z8FI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-YWbnqVNvdk/s72-c/100_1502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-2466186619720072828</id><published>2008-11-15T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:44:50.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 35</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TGFM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank God For Mom that is.  I asked mom to come over today and hang out with William so I could get some house cleaning done.  She showed up just as he went down for his nap and dug right in helping me clean.  By the time she left today she'd done much more cleaning than hanging out with William and I am SO grateful that she came and helped me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend is my turn to return the favor and start helping her get her house ready for Thanksgiving.  Having an awesome mom is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview for tomorrow's post...having an awesome best friend is well. . . awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3935927379565872714-2466186619720072828?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2466186619720072828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=2466186619720072828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2466186619720072828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2466186619720072828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-35.html' title='SP Day 35'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3888537689301158109</id><published>2008-11-15T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:07:57.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 34</title><content type='html'>Friday was my niece and her fiance's couples shower.  They got some great gifts and William and I got to spend some time with family.  Going to "Shahn's" (Sharon's) house is one of Williams favorite things to do.  He was a really good boy all though the poor guy had some awful diaper rash for the second weekend in a row.  Don't know what's up with that.  But, all in all we had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-3888537689301158109?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3888537689301158109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3888537689301158109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3888537689301158109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3888537689301158109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-34.html' title='SP Day 34'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5756059358234955343</id><published>2008-11-13T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:30:24.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 33</title><content type='html'>Turkey and dressing for lunch.  Mmm.  Mmm. Mmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second day in a row that I've over indulged for lunch.  While this is not something I'm proud of, boy was it worth it today.  Once a year, the school cafeteria makes turkey and gravy with dressing, mashed potatoes, rolls, green beans, cranberry sauce, and your choice of pecan or pumpkin pie and, oh-my-goodness, it is soo tasty.  I ate every single bite of what those lovely women put on my plate.  (Well, I did restrict myself to only 1/2 a slice of pecan pie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's good when you open the refrigerator in the teacher's lounge and it is stacked a mile high with boxes of cafeteria take home.  Believe me, that doesn't happen very often.  One teacher even went and got a tray for her co-worker who was absent today and put it in the fridge for her to have tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid for it dearly in calories, but I wouldn't change it for the world.  Thank you cafeteria ladies.  Can't wait to do it again next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5756059358234955343?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5756059358234955343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5756059358234955343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5756059358234955343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5756059358234955343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-33.html' title='SP Day 33'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3639854722576837904</id><published>2008-11-12T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:17:17.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anylove.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h191/curion123/myspacej/birthday/17.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacejunks.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3935927379565872714-3639854722576837904?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3639854722576837904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3639854722576837904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3639854722576837904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3639854722576837904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-ben.html' title='Happy Birthday Ben'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-4875250940853206947</id><published>2008-11-12T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:12:47.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 32</title><content type='html'>The bad news:  It costs the same to rent a tuxedo for a toddler as it does for a grown man.  $115 to be exact.  You gotta be kidding me?  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news:  It only costs $69 to buy a toddler tuxedo.  I opted to purchase.  Now, what in the world am I going to do with a 2T-3T tuxedo after he wears it ONE TIME in my nieces wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got quite a bit accomplished today.  YEA!  I had a 9:30am eye appointment which was fun.  No, I don't mean that sarcastically.  One of my best friends was my optometrist today and I hadn't seen her in quite some time so it was fun.  (Hi Jen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to the mall for the a fore mentioned tuxedo fitting.  Mom was able to pick up an anniversary gift for my grandparents while we were there.  Then we went to Academy to pick up a birthday gift for my brother in law.  From there we had a wonderful lunch.  (If you're ever in Fort Worth and looking for a great Tex-Mex place, Rio Mambo on Bryant Irvin is AWESOME!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we headed back to Weatherford.  I went to Lowes and picked up a gift card for my niece's wedding shower.  Then I ran into Best Buy to get Ben a birthday gift.  Came home, made dinner for Ben's birthday, spent some time with my husband, wished him happy birthday and sent him off to work.  Played with William, gave him a bath, put him to bed early because he didn't get much of a nap today, and now it's ten after seven and I've got all kinds of time that I could get some stuff done but there's only ONE problem.  I'M EXHAUSTED!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will pick up a little and throw some dishes in the dishwasher then I think I'm putting me to bed early tonight too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up.  It was a good day.  The fact that someone else kept an eye on my 300 little darlings at school today makes it even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-4875250940853206947?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4875250940853206947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=4875250940853206947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4875250940853206947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4875250940853206947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-32.html' title='SP Day 32'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5221528961711830059</id><published>2008-11-11T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:42:03.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 31</title><content type='html'>Let's see, great things about today.  Homemade pizza for dinner.  Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William actually ate the pizza.  YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William was an angel for mom all day and an angel for me all evening and went to bed with out a fuss.  WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new bible verse that I love.  "It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect." Psalm 18:32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God makes my way perfect then there must be a purpose to my chaos.  WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off work tomorrow and get to spend the day with my mom and William and get to be home in time to make a great birthday dinner for my hubby.  HOORAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5221528961711830059?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5221528961711830059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5221528961711830059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5221528961711830059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5221528961711830059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-31.html' title='SP Day 31'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-8790833562297288711</id><published>2008-11-10T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:43:14.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 30</title><content type='html'>Ya know what's great about today?  Neither myself nor anyone that I know was sucked up into a swirling vortex of destruction!  Tornadoes all over my part of the world today.  Our kiddos spent the last hour of school in the hall in "duck-and-cover" position.  Our normal release time of 3:30 was backed up to 4:15 waiting for the tornado warning to expire.  That was not fun because I spent that time in the school office trying to entertain William.  We couldn't hang out in my classroom because it's a portable building.  Not a great place to be in the event of a tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other great things about today?  Potch-kit.  What, you may ask, is "potch-kit"?  Well, below is a picture of my little "potch-kit" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRjwNC4wkgI/AAAAAAAAA-o/OKJTSB1swTE/s1600-h/100_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRjwNC4wkgI/AAAAAAAAA-o/OKJTSB1swTE/s400/100_1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267223871113695746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, potch-kit = ketchup.  It took me forever to figure out what he was saying but I about cracked up when I did.  My other current favorites are "poot nak" which is fruit snacks.  He loves thoes things.  And "WES do---!" which is "Lets go!"  He's amazing and frequently amazingly hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-8790833562297288711?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8790833562297288711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=8790833562297288711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8790833562297288711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8790833562297288711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-30.html' title='SP Day 30'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRjwNC4wkgI/AAAAAAAAA-o/OKJTSB1swTE/s72-c/100_1491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6163289787166713839</id><published>2008-11-10T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:33:06.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 29</title><content type='html'>It occurred to  me as I got in the shower this morning that there were several things I neglected to do yesterday; post grades, do lesson plans, and blog!  Yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I amended the first two while at work today.  And now I'll make up for the third.  Yesterday was awesome.  Ben, instead of sleeping all day, because his schedule was a little messed up, was up quite a bit yesterday and we got to see a lot of him.  He and William even got to lay down together and take a nap.  It was GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my whole big ol' crazy family got together at a restaurant and had dinner to celebrate Ben's birthday which will be Wednesday.  It was awesome.  I have such a great family and it means a great deal to me that they love Ben and want to come and celebrate with him.  Is it crazy that when we're all together there are 19 of us???  Regardless, we made a lot of noise and had a ton of fun just being together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6163289787166713839?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6163289787166713839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6163289787166713839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6163289787166713839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6163289787166713839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-29.html' title='SP Day 29'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5389515096819884915</id><published>2008-11-08T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:19:25.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 28</title><content type='html'>Well, I was informed today that a "great" blog post was expected tonight, so, I hope I do not disappoint those individuals expecting this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an awesome day.  We visited with Ben's mom's side of the family.  They are such fun people to be around (especially since many of them who shall remain nameless (Joe) have the same crude sense of humor as myself).  It was a great time, I was so glad to see all of them and since I know what is really needed here are pictures of this wonderful day, I'll quit blabbing and get to the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMKWJPgEI/AAAAAAAAA-g/B9hCz7K4Qg4/s1600-h/100_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMKWJPgEI/AAAAAAAAA-g/B9hCz7K4Qg4/s400/100_1472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480554883121218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor William, so much family, so much food, so much fun.  He just couldn't take it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMJ-_k_hI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/SpDB_WvrUno/s1600-h/100_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMJ-_k_hI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/SpDB_WvrUno/s400/100_1489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480548668571154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William and cousin Shelbi having WAY too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMJcvbeGI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/yqSNqUGwylw/s1600-h/100_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMJcvbeGI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/yqSNqUGwylw/s400/100_1487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480539474032738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and William playing on Uncle Tom's "tractor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMJIMWQSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/T6A1ejBeuYo/s1600-h/100_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMJIMWQSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/T6A1ejBeuYo/s400/100_1468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480533958181154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandmother and her crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMIkpVwTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/F6NBre1Shdw/s1600-h/100_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMIkpVwTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/F6NBre1Shdw/s400/100_1450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480524416106802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William having fun at Uncle Tom's fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.  There were a few WONDERFUL people who couldn't make it and they were greatly missed.  Hope to see you very soon!&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/3935927379565872714-5389515096819884915?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5389515096819884915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5389515096819884915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5389515096819884915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5389515096819884915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-27_08.html' title='SP Day 28'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SRZMKWJPgEI/AAAAAAAAA-g/B9hCz7K4Qg4/s72-c/100_1472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-8686223893411291394</id><published>2008-11-07T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:18:31.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 27</title><content type='html'>Today is a hard one.  I'm really having a hard time with our current situation with Ben working nights and working long hours.  See, it just so happens, I have this GREAT husband who I adore.  I see him for less than 2 hours on most days, less than one hour on others.  I can't understand why it is that I have this great husband and this great marriage but I can't enjoy them.  So, I'm a little bitter tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, none the less, I pledged to find at least one positive thing in each and every day for 365 days, so I will do that again today all though it's not really where I'm at right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son was very well behaved this evening.  He minded me.  We had no temper tantrums.  He ate (well only fruit snacks, but he ate.) It was a really awesome evening.  Just before bed, he crawled up in my lap, laid his head on my chest and said "Hi momma".  It was just the sweetest darn thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-8686223893411291394?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8686223893411291394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=8686223893411291394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8686223893411291394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8686223893411291394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-27.html' title='SP Day 27'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3936491612098270271</id><published>2008-11-06T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:29:26.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 26</title><content type='html'>There is something deeply gratifying about cooking a meal that is enjoyed by others.  Mom and I split dinner duty on nights that Ben works.  Last night and tonight were my nights for this week.  Last night was a quick and easy chicken/stovetop stuffing dish that was a recipe on the back of the box.  It was good and everyone liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However tonight, I did breakfast for dinner and we had a casserole made of frozen hashbrowns, bacon, eggs, milk and cheese.  It was really easy to make and it got RAVE reviews.  Everyone* really loved it and I got lots and lots of compliments.  It just feels good to make other people happy and judging from the general shape (being round) of my family, good food makes us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unfortunately tonight, everyone did not include my husband.  Having never made this particular dish before, it took longer to cook than I expected.  He got leftover "Chicken Express" before dashing out the door to work.  Good news is, even after my dad requested that enough leftovers be kept for him to have breakfast in the morning, there is plenty of it waiting in the fridge for Ben when he gets home.  Enjoy honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-3936491612098270271?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3936491612098270271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3936491612098270271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3936491612098270271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3936491612098270271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-26.html' title='SP Day 26'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5449796002530915083</id><published>2008-11-05T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:16:57.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 25</title><content type='html'>Tonight, for a moment, my husband and I switched roles.  Usually, when Ben is around, if William is in trouble, it's Ben who scolds him and takes care of any necessary punishment.  William then runs to me, throws himself into my lap and says "mo-ma-a-a" in the most pathetic voice possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it just so happened tonight that I was the one who found him, sitting in his high chair (that he had climbed into) having drank an entire cup of juice.  However, instead of swallowing it, he had let all of it dribble out of his mouth, down his chin, down his shirt, down his pants... you get the idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was displeased.  I pulled him out of the high chair, started ripping clothes off of him and telling him that he had done something wrong, very very wrong.  So, this time, after momma chewed him out, he got to run and fling himself in daddy's lap and daddy got to be the hero, the saver of William.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5449796002530915083?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5449796002530915083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5449796002530915083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5449796002530915083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5449796002530915083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-25.html' title='SP Day 25'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-1001113220581378492</id><published>2008-11-04T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:14:25.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 24</title><content type='html'>I voted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got heart burn because of it but learned that I love cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-1001113220581378492?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1001113220581378492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=1001113220581378492' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1001113220581378492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1001113220581378492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-24.html' title='SP Day 24'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-2648036640497340946</id><published>2008-11-03T19:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:07:43.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 23</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was giving William a bath and I noticed he has a bump on his head, a scrape on his arm, a scrape on his knee, and a cut on his leg.  This is in addition to various other bumps and bruises.  I was thinking, oh my gosh, this poor kid, he looks like he's been abused.  But then, as I watched him splash, screech, play and generally have fun in the bathroom, I realized, every bump, bruise, and scab is a blessing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, they're a blessing because they're only bumps, bruises, and scrapes, and not something much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, they are a sign that he is a healthy, happy little boy who gets to run and play.  He has a dog and a cat to run and chase at moms.  He has two dogs that love to chase him all over the back yard at home. He has three dogs and two or three cats at Julie's and TONS of toys to play with outside. He so loves to be outside, and he is blessed to be in places where he has lots of room to do that. Little accidents just happen when little guys run around outside.  So, I came to the conclusion that those bumps and bruises are each a gift and I'll take them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-2648036640497340946?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2648036640497340946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=2648036640497340946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2648036640497340946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/2648036640497340946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-23.html' title='SP Day 23'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-725657832330065633</id><published>2008-11-02T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:02:12.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 22</title><content type='html'>*Fair warning, if you're an anti-hunting type of person you may not want to read any further.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat in the freezer!&lt;br /&gt;Well, not yet.  Ben shot a 78lb doe this weekend so, when my dad heads to Abilene next weekend he'll pick up our meat and we'll have meat in the freezer again.  This is a good thing.  I am down to two packages of ground meat in the freezer.  My grocery budget depends on not having to purchase a lot of meat.  So, I'm very excited.  My dad also got a doe this weekend so he and mom will have venison in the freezer for the first time in a couple of years.  Dad's been waiting on "the big one" but finally decided he was going to make mom happy and just get some meat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that Ben didn't get any sleep while he was there because it was opening day and there were lots of guys there.  He's decided it's probably in his best interest to hunt during the week from now on so that he'll be the only one out there and able to sleep during the day.  I hate that he'll miss out on the camaraderie but I'm glad he'll still get to go hunting because he loves it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this week goes by quickly since Ben is off, oh my goodness, get this, SATURDAY AND SUNDAY!  I'm looking forward to having some family time this weekend. Here's to hoping this week goes quickly and smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-725657832330065633?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/725657832330065633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=725657832330065633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/725657832330065633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/725657832330065633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-22.html' title='SP Day 22'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6618736512456616101</id><published>2008-11-02T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:55:20.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pictures</title><content type='html'>Well there aren't many of them and they aren't great but here they are.  By the way, the little girl in the picture is my great niece Makhala.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5ZxSJZiDI/AAAAAAAAA94/apzjZTVEE1k/s1600-h/100_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5ZxSJZiDI/AAAAAAAAA94/apzjZTVEE1k/s400/100_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264243717662410802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5Zw6W8bzI/AAAAAAAAA9w/KMSIQeslA2k/s1600-h/100_1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5Zw6W8bzI/AAAAAAAAA9w/KMSIQeslA2k/s400/100_1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264243711276773170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5ZwhpOCuI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RNmXfwltq78/s1600-h/100_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5ZwhpOCuI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RNmXfwltq78/s400/100_1503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264243704642538210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5ZwGaIz8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/oUeYfSTdGBI/s1600-h/100_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5ZwGaIz8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/oUeYfSTdGBI/s400/100_1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264243697331523522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5Zv2pIU-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/vpHZwKQB_hQ/s1600-h/100_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5Zv2pIU-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/vpHZwKQB_hQ/s400/100_1501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264243693099439074" 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/3935927379565872714-6618736512456616101?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6618736512456616101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6618736512456616101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6618736512456616101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6618736512456616101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-pictures.html' title='Halloween Pictures'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ5ZxSJZiDI/AAAAAAAAA94/apzjZTVEE1k/s72-c/100_1511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6369785935932271300</id><published>2008-11-01T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:18:28.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ0bkNzmcHI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3571HASwQBM/s1600-h/100_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ0bkNzmcHI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3571HASwQBM/s400/100_1442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263893848461308018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ0bjyqAy2I/AAAAAAAAA9I/u4ArdiHiS8s/s1600-h/100_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ0bjyqAy2I/AAAAAAAAA9I/u4ArdiHiS8s/s400/100_1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263893841173334882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ0bjU6j4wI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zuuOuxLSYyk/s1600-h/100_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ0bjU6j4wI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zuuOuxLSYyk/s400/100_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263893833189679874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As requested, here are new hair pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6369785935932271300?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6369785935932271300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6369785935932271300' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6369785935932271300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6369785935932271300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQ0bkNzmcHI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3571HASwQBM/s72-c/100_1442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5712130514208165544</id><published>2008-11-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:12:51.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 21</title><content type='html'>It feels good to do for others.  That is something we all know but sometimes fail to exercise because of time or stress or whatever.  One of my good friends at work it out of town for the weekend and I agreed to feed her dogs for her.  Do I have time to do that?  Heck no.  But, it feels good to do for others and I'm glad I took the time to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5712130514208165544?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5712130514208165544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5712130514208165544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5712130514208165544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5712130514208165544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sp-day-21.html' title='SP Day 21'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6787989697322140581</id><published>2008-10-31T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:29:22.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 20</title><content type='html'>Twenty days and what a great day it was.  The three of us went to the small community where my brother, sister, and their families live and we went trick-or-treating.  It was a wonderful time.  William was so well behaved and once he caught on that if he took his bucket up to these strangers, they'd give him candy, he was all about it.  My little pirate even learned to say argggh!  I have many pictures that I will post tomorrow.  But now, I'm tired and my hubby is home so. . . I'm outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6787989697322140581?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6787989697322140581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6787989697322140581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6787989697322140581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6787989697322140581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-20.html' title='SP Day 20'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6289700477413905438</id><published>2008-10-30T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:26:13.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 19</title><content type='html'>I went over to mom's house this evening to help with Halloween costumes.  Mom is making costumes for William and his cousins Kaden, Makhala, and Alexis.  Kaden and William are getting pirate costumes.  Makhala and Alexis are getting poodle skirts.  They're going to be so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I got to Mom's my niece Felicia and her two little ones Kaden and Alexis were there.  We all had a nice visit.  It was a very loud visit due to there being a two year old, an almost two year old, and a two month old.  But, it was family, and I always love being with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't decided on a haircut or a book but I'll get there.  I'm going to see about taking care of both on Saturday.  I'll let you know what I come up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6289700477413905438?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6289700477413905438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6289700477413905438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6289700477413905438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6289700477413905438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-19.html' title='SP Day 19'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-7407886928473643140</id><published>2008-10-29T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:01.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 18</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in front of the keyboard staring blankly into space wondering, what am I going to post about today and frankly, I'm having a hard time coming up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be very easy right now to burst into a list of things that aren't good.  Unfortunately, that's where my mind is at right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since I pledged to come up with something positive for 365 days and I'm only on day 18 I know there must be something positive I can write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; doing something for myself would be good.I need two things right now (aside from a new job for my husband).  A new hair cut and a good book.  Any suggestions?  Seriously, I need suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. . . I did get around to doing some dishes tonight.  Hauling the trash must get done before bed.  However laundry and cleaning out the fridge must wait for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-7407886928473643140?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7407886928473643140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=7407886928473643140' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7407886928473643140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/7407886928473643140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-18.html' title='SP Day 18'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-4336102428947996963</id><published>2008-10-28T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:47:35.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 17</title><content type='html'>Me time!  What?  What's that?  Well, I got to remember what that is this evening.  William (who by the way, was very good again today) fell asleep on the way home and when we got home I asked him if he wanted a bath.  He said "yes".  We went to the bedroom to take off his clothes and I had him down to his diaper and crawled up in my lap and just started hugging and snuggling me.  (It was WONDERFUL!)  He fell asleep right there in my lap.  So, after mommy filled up on cuddles, sweet little boy snores, and just the wonderful feeling of his warm little body laying on me, I changed his diaper and put on his pjs while he wavered between awake and asleep.  I put him in his bed and by the time he was done yawning, he was out.  At 7pm.  Yep, 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 7pm until my bed time at 10pm it was just me.  Three hours so I decided, the heck with house work.  I'm going to kick back, enjoy biggest loser, and just, for once, RELAX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-4336102428947996963?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4336102428947996963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=4336102428947996963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4336102428947996963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4336102428947996963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-17.html' title='SP Day 17'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-3869566009315105529</id><published>2008-10-28T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:42:45.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 16</title><content type='html'>OMG!  I can't believe I forgot to post last night.  Well, the good news is, I know exactly what was great about yesterday and so, I can make up for my oversight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William was considerably better behaved yesterday evening than he had been on Sunday.  We still had a few incidents, nothing perfect, but it was SOO much better than the day before.  He even crawled up in my lap and hung out with me for 20 minutes or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here's the best part, for the first time since Ben starting working nights, he went to bed with out fighting me.  At about 10 'til 8pm I asked him "Are you ready to go night night?"  He said "No."  I said "Well, it's night night time."  He slid down off my lap and grabbed my finger and off we went down the hall to get into his pj's and get him in bed.  He said his "Amen" at the end of his prayers, gave me a big sweet kiss and got in bed, no trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was walking out the door I heard a very sweet little "night-night".  It's amazing how 1/2 an hour of sweetness can erase an entire day of holy terror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-3869566009315105529?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3869566009315105529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=3869566009315105529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3869566009315105529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/3869566009315105529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-16.html' title='SP Day 16'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6583350936285393125</id><published>2008-10-26T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:46:32.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 15</title><content type='html'>I possessed very little grace in how I handled my day today.  So, I'll spare you the gory details, get to the positive part and call it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece had her wedding shower this afternoon at 2pm.  Since I was helping to host, I figured I would need to stay around help clean up, load up gifts, etc.  Because of all of that I didn't think I'd get home in time for William and I to see Ben before he had to leave for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my son was such a holy terror during the entire shower that no one was interested in having us hang around to help.  They all gladly (a little too gladly) told me they'd take care of it and not to worry about it.  So, we got home at 4pm and were able to see Ben for a little over an hour before he had to leave to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note&lt;br /&gt;William's attitude, demeanor, behavior did not improve once we got home.  It still hasn't improved.  He's in his bed crying right now because he doesn't want to go to sleep.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6583350936285393125?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6583350936285393125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6583350936285393125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6583350936285393125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6583350936285393125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-15.html' title='SP Day 15'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-4964534896897638442</id><published>2008-10-25T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:37:17.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 14</title><content type='html'>Today definitely had it's ups and downs.  The biggest down being that I had to leave before Ben got up to drop William off at mom and dad's before heading out for the fall festival at my school.  Another big downer for me was that today was my college homecoming and my 10 year reunion.  Because of the fall festival and everything else going on this weekend I couldn't make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, downers aside, the bigger portion of my day was awesome.  William was such a good boy today.  He spent most of his day sitting here in the living room playing with all of his new toys.  He got a Little People barn and a Little People tractor and trailer, and a Little People Nativity.  He had SOO  much fun playing with his Little People today.  The only fit he had all day was when we'd been outside playing and he had to come inside.  A one-fit-day is almost unheard of in this house.  I had tons of fun with him today.  He had me laughing most of the day and kept me laughing right up until the moment he fell asleep in the car on the ride home.  He kept asking me "Sharon's house?" (Because that's where we had his party last night.) And I kept telling him "No, William's house."  And he would just repeat himself in a louder/higher pitched voice "Sharon's house?"  (Which comes out Sha-sh H-ow-se.)  I would just laugh and repeat myself.  We were both cracking up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being William's mommy was the very best part of my day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-4964534896897638442?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4964534896897638442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=4964534896897638442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4964534896897638442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4964534896897638442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-14.html' title='SP Day 14'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5333436266174487386</id><published>2008-10-24T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:09:26.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 13</title><content type='html'>TRACTOR PARTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no pictures yet, because I ran off and left my memory card at home and had to use my sister's.  She'll post them to shutterfly in the next few days and then I'll get some great pictures from tonight's much anticipated "Tractor"party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my family and a few of our great friends gathered together tonight at my sister's house to celebrate William's 2nd birthday.  We had a  John Deere theme and it was so cute!  We were even able to procure a John Deere cake from Wal-Mart.  (I was SO glad since I made his cake last year.  After about 2000 tiny stars squeezed from an icing bag, I swore I had much better things to do with my time.  BTW 2000 is no exaggeration.  There were ATLEAST that many!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very LOUD party.  My family is big and loud to start with.  Add in the fact that William is 2.  His cousin Kaden will be 2 in about 8 weeks.  His cousin Makahla is 18 months old and his cousin Alexis is 6 weeks old.  That made for a VERY LOUD party.  But the noise was, in this case, just a sign of people, even little people, enjoying themselves a great deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great time was had by all.  William got TONS of toys that I'm sure he'll be enjoying lots when he wakes up tomorrow.  Thanks to everyone who was there.  We love you very much and we are so happy you were able to make William's birthday so special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5333436266174487386?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5333436266174487386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5333436266174487386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5333436266174487386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5333436266174487386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-13.html' title='SP Day 13'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-1591068394103347127</id><published>2008-10-23T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:27:30.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday William!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQEyhEffQfI/AAAAAAAAA8g/lnufbNXVy_8/s1600-h/100_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQEyhEffQfI/AAAAAAAAA8g/lnufbNXVy_8/s400/100_1395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260541383468335602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my kiddo is 2 today.  He is such an awesome little person.  He's super independent.  Just this week he finally figured out how to operate a spoon and a fork and now can feed himself.  He wants to dress himself, buckle himself in, and do just about everything else you can think of BY HIMSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this can be a bit frustrating when mommy is time crunched, I take every opportunity I can to slow down, be patient and let him do things on his own.  He's always so happy when he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite foods right now are hot dogs, german sausage, corn, green beans, fries, fried okra, and jelly biscuits.  He loves his milk, but knows what "coke" is and tries to sneak a sip every time he can. He's a very picky eater and if he decides he's not going to eat, meal time can be quite a dramatic event.  However, when he hits on something he likes he'll eat that one thing until he's full.  Tonight it as 5 mini hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His imagination is blooming and it's so fun watching him begin to "pretend".  I love it.  One of his favorite play things are animals.  Cats, dogs, cows, horses, he doesn't care.  He loves to boss them all around.  Sit!  Stay!  Back!  No, no, no, no!  He's really good at doing puzzles and loves them.  His favorite thing in the whole world right now is tractors.  Anything yellow and green is  a big hit at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also figured out that he loves to watch TV.  I'm not crazy about this, but seeing as how most evenings, it's just he and I, this little tid bit comes in handy.  His favorite movie is "Cars".  He knows the names of every character and can (in his own way) tell you what is about to happen in the movie.  This movie is where he first discovered that he likes tractors.  His other favorite movies include "Ratatouille", "Aristocats", "Jungle Book", "Bambi", and "Elmo's Potty Time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of potty time, we've tried some potty training but nothing serious.  He's gone "#2" in the potty a few times and gone "#1" only once.  He's such a smart kid, I just feel like if I leave the potty where he can get to it, and showed him what it's for and how to use it, I think it's something he'll end up doing when he's ready and there's not much I can do to hurry the process along.  I may change my mind when he's 5 and I'm taking him to kindergarten in his diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've already said it once but he is such a smart kid.  When he gets or finds something new, he'll sit and mess with it for as long as it takes him to figure out how it works.  He's very mechanically minded.  The thing he wants so badly to master right now are buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a very loving little boy.  (When he's not throwing a 2 year old temper tantrum!)  He adores his daddy and just beams every time he sees him.  My mom, who he has begun to call Maw-Maw is hands down his favorite person.  He is completely fascinated by my dad, his Paw Paw.  He follows paw-paw everywhere he goes and watches everything he does.  He warmed up very quickly to Ben's parents tonight.  Sadly, he doesn't see them very often, but it didn't take long before he recognized that "grandparent" vibe and he was ready to be spoiled.  He actually cried when they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could ramble on about him all night but let's just say, I love this litttle guy so much and I'm so glad that I have him.  I can imagine my life with out him, I just don't want to.  He is such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday William!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-1591068394103347127?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1591068394103347127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=1591068394103347127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1591068394103347127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1591068394103347127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-2nd-birthday-william.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday William!'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQEyhEffQfI/AAAAAAAAA8g/lnufbNXVy_8/s72-c/100_1395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-6836176596108737982</id><published>2008-10-23T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:12:00.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 12</title><content type='html'>William had a visit from his grandparents today.  They came to help him celebrate his 2nd birthday.  It was an awesome visit even if William did give Ruby (the dog) a million times more kisses than he gave grandmother and grandad.  The three of us had a wonderful visit with the two of them and we hope they had a great time too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQEt77lzbKI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_dvI1i4yviE/s1600-h/100_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQEt77lzbKI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_dvI1i4yviE/s400/100_1383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260536347377233058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William helping grandad put the cooler in the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQEt7tD_IiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/YjJTECXjK5o/s1600-h/100_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQEt7tD_IiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/YjJTECXjK5o/s400/100_1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260536343477297698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William opening his birthday gifts that grandmother and grandad gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQEt7ZpDYZI/AAAAAAAAA8I/NcEF-RyLhW4/s1600-h/100_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQEt7ZpDYZI/AAAAAAAAA8I/NcEF-RyLhW4/s400/100_1380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260536338264056210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William getting hugs and kisses from grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-6836176596108737982?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6836176596108737982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=6836176596108737982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6836176596108737982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/6836176596108737982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-12.html' title='SP Day 12'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SQEt77lzbKI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_dvI1i4yviE/s72-c/100_1383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-5248249656418087858</id><published>2008-10-22T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:23:38.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 11</title><content type='html'>I am one of those people who has a real problem asking for help even when I really need it.  I've always had the attitude that "well, I'm fat, so I must also be lazy".  Right?  Well, maybe not, but that's always been how I've felt.  So, I work really hard to compensate for my own perception of laziness by trying to do EVERYTHING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By EVERYTHING I mean, be a great teacher, be a model employee, be the best mom I can possibly be, be a good wife, take great care of my husband and my son, be sure my parents are okay, keep my house in decent shape, etc. etc. etc.  Needless to say, occasionally I completely over load myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came to the conclusion today that I was so overloaded, there was no way it was all going to get done.  In the next 4 days I've got family pictures, a much anticipated visit from my in-laws, a Dr. appointment for William, a birthday party for William, 8 fall festival donations to pick up from various places around town, fall festival at my school, and my niece's bridal shower which I am helping to host.  All of that in addition to the normal responsibilities of work, home and family.  When it dawned on me today that there was no POSSIBLE way I could get all of this done and remain sane  I actually broke down and asked for help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some things I couldn't eliminate from my schedule and most of it I didn't want to eliminate like birthday parties and family visits so I had to figure out what could I live with letting go.  So, one of the ladies I work with is going to go pick up all of my fall festival donations for me.  HOORAY!  While there's still a lot to be done, I'm just proud of myself for letting go of my need to do it all and be everything to everyone just this once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-5248249656418087858?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5248249656418087858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=5248249656418087858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5248249656418087858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/5248249656418087858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-11.html' title='SP Day 11'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-204249762879108004</id><published>2008-10-21T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:22:27.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 10</title><content type='html'>Ahhh!  My mums are dying.  I've watered them every evening so I'm confused.  I'm going to "dead head" them and skip watering them tonight (too much water?) and see how they do.  I'm sad.  I love mums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something positive today?  I GOT TO WEAR MY PAJAMAS TO WORK!  That always makes for a good day.  However, it does not do great things for motivating me to get a lot of work done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's red ribbon week and we're dressing up differently for every day.  Yesterday was cammoflage "fight against drugs" day.  Today was "dream it, believe it, achieve it".  Tomorrow is something having to do with cowboys.  Thursday is red, white and blue.  Friday is spirit day.  Can you say "jeans on Wednesday, jeans on Thursday, jeans on Friday".  I LOVE it when I don't have to iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben got off work early this morning and I got to visit with him some before I had to leave for work.  He got our son up and fed him his breakfast and loved on him for a little bit before I had to take him to grandmas.  So, that was a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of a rambling post isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing this every day is just reinforcing what I already knew to be true, I am blessed to have some awesome people in my life.  Not just everybody gets to say that and really mean it.  God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-204249762879108004?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/204249762879108004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=204249762879108004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/204249762879108004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/204249762879108004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-10.html' title='SP Day 10'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-4096728542282039748</id><published>2008-10-20T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:06:23.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 9</title><content type='html'>Tonight my 4th and 5th graders sang in a concert with the High School choir.  It was awesome!  If you ask me my kiddos sounded AWESOME even standing beside high school kids.  I was really, really proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks brought my son and dinner to my house so I didn't have to drive out to their house to get him and so Ben could see him for a few minutes before he left for work.  It was so sweet of them.  My mom worries about me (and I worry about her) and it's crazy how much she still takes care of her 33 year old daughter.  She's worried about me wearing myself out with my new schedule so she does soooo much to help me.  I don't know how I'd make it with out her.  She even did the dishes while she was here!  She rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to visit with one of my very best friends tonight after the concert.  Between her 3 kids and my crazy life we never get to talk to each other.  (Even though she keeps William for me on a semi-regular basis.)  It was great to get to chat with her.  We have so much in common and feel the same way about so many things it's just awesome to be able to talk to someone who you know won't judge you and when they say they love you and they're sorry that things are sucking and they worry about you, you know they aren't just SAYING it, that they really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I only got to see my kiddo for about 30 minutes total today, and I missed him, and miss him right now.  There were still lots of positive things going on in my world today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-4096728542282039748?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4096728542282039748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=4096728542282039748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4096728542282039748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4096728542282039748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-9.html' title='SP Day 9'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-1833171570435953559</id><published>2008-10-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:40:14.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 8</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm feeling pretty good about quite a few things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have some mums on the front porch that I've actually kept alive for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I got to have breakfast and dinner with my husband today.  (When he got home from work and when he was leaving.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I got 99.9% of the laundry done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I got the bathroom clean with the "help" of a 2 year old.  (That's something to brag about!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I got all of my shopping done for lil' man's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I actually exercised at home this evening.  (Haven't made it to the gym since Ben started his new job.  Pounds have a funny way of finding their way back home if you don't do something to keep them at bay.  I think a nice round 10 of them have returned to base; or hips, or butt, or thighs, or belly, what ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Last, and most importantly, I got to spend a great day with my son.  He was really good today (meaning less than 10 hissy fits) and even snuggled with me some this evening.  It was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-1833171570435953559?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1833171570435953559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=1833171570435953559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1833171570435953559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/1833171570435953559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-8.html' title='SP Day 8'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-8015457038111442986</id><published>2008-10-18T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:38:07.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 7</title><content type='html'>Check me out, a whole 7 days of consistency.  That might be a record.  Today I got to have a girls day (kind of) and it was really enjoyable.  I had an "update" class for the Level I Orff Certification I took this summer.  Basically a bunch of music teachers got together and shared what we've been doing since school started.  It's always great to get together and exchange ideas.  Not only that but I've become good friends with a few of these women and it was great to see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm keeping it short and sweet today.  Hope you all had a great Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-8015457038111442986?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8015457038111442986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=8015457038111442986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8015457038111442986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/8015457038111442986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-7.html' title='SP Day 7'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935927379565872714.post-4604657443695416957</id><published>2008-10-17T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:07:28.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Day 6</title><content type='html'>My something positive today comes in the form of perspective.  Sometimes, I get bogged down in my own personal muck and forget that, as bad as things may seem, it could always be worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very dear friend and co-worker who is with out a doubt one of the most time-crunched, stressed, strung-out, busy, sleep-deprived person I know.  This guy teaches PE at the school where I work.  Quite well, I might add.  He's also the youth minister at the Baptist church across the street from the school.  (He's also quite good at this.  The youth has doubled in size since he started.)  On top of that he's married with three children and a fourth on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries often to do great things for our kids at school and just gets met by one closed door after another.  He met with another door being slammed shut in his face today.  I was really sad for him.  But, seeing him struggle today, helped me to realize that everyone has their humps that they must get over and that while my humps may not be easy to get over every day, others have humps just as big as and much bigger than mine.  So, that, in it's self, is something to be grateful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935927379565872714-4604657443695416957?l=overthehumpagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4604657443695416957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935927379565872714&amp;postID=4604657443695416957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4604657443695416957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935927379565872714/posts/default/4604657443695416957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overthehumpagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/sp-day-6.html' title='SP Day 6'/><author><name>MJS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096603483426963314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIgUuBwWZCs/SPKa7OQkGEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_ZZHbtHxMUY/S220/100_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
