<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 03:48:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>spaghettios alive</title><description></description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1906773806838679393</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-17T16:43:43.422-08:00</atom:updated><title>whats goin down at da dotsons</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrPYNFuH-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/nPRkD04S0hA/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrPYNFuH-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/nPRkD04S0hA/s320/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369516603908066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrPXnc7NNI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jgt08866esM/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrPXnc7NNI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jgt08866esM/s320/DSC00380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369506500687058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gum drop garland of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO8QzWTJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-IhCYyyzu_o/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO8QzWTJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-IhCYyyzu_o/s320/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369036564253842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO78cMFKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SSLlq9j8uxY/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO78cMFKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SSLlq9j8uxY/s320/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369031098406050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daddy taking eva out for the evening and she felt very very special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO7k2Bi2I/AAAAAAAAAi8/lmIhGuj7-Po/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO7k2Bi2I/AAAAAAAAAi8/lmIhGuj7-Po/s320/DSC00286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369024764316514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bread and cookie baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO7Fos_SI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ueEeTRzz_Oo/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO7Fos_SI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ueEeTRzz_Oo/s320/DSC00283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369016386944290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tree trimmed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO6yxeapI/AAAAAAAAAis/UKrgmHMwC_0/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO6yxeapI/AAAAAAAAAis/UKrgmHMwC_0/s320/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369011323464338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire crackling.....&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/5645516131059446132-1906773806838679393?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-goin-down-at-da-dotsons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrPYNFuH-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/nPRkD04S0hA/s72-c/DSC00284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3990807781584824814</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T09:37:28.151-08:00</atom:updated><title>i gotta new camera but I don't got pictures</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sixteen miles on the erie canal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a horrible elementary school song stuck in my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've been feeling better.  A couple of weeks ago pregnancy hormones were waging WAR on my body and I was crying like almost everyday.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I got through that.   Now I'm just a little sappy and emotional but I do have things I really want to complain about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;technology:  Why do we use a virtual homeschool when I seriously have a hatred of technology.  Addie keeps wanting to get on these little class sessions with other kids and every time I go to do it I have some huge technical difficulty.  She always has the saddest look on her face while I grumble and mess with the microphone and break into a sweat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Also my cell phone which was a FREE phone handed down from Steph started leaking battery acid everywhere and our cordless phone needs a new battery too.   So I've been disconnected from telephones for like 4 days.  People are always saying  "I CAN NEVER GET A HOLD OF YOU!"  I tell them to just come over and knock on my door because there is probably some reason I'm not answering my phone.......like I'm trapped with children crawling  all over me, or I'm not home, or my phones are all exploding with toxic gas.  There is a really good reason I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Besides my technology complaints here is some more things I'd like to do away with.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1.  Twilight(yes I'm a hater)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2.  the christmas shoes song  (it's just wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3.   the christmas song about some guy running into his high school girlfriend in the grocery store  (it has nothing to do with christmas except for the very end when they play like aud lang syne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4.  inflatable christmas decor  (my children LOVE those with a passion and every time we see one ask why we can't get some in our yard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;things I need more of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1.  gum drop garland that is pre strung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2.  snuggling and reading stories by our christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3.  someone to do all the rest of the shopping and wrapping for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;( I am officially the worst present wrapper in the world! oh wait...danny is worst I'm second worst)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3990807781584824814?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-gotta-new-camera-but-i-dont-got.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-107902107986952552</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T09:23:32.518-08:00</atom:updated><title>thanksgiving</title><description>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP9ewuN03I/AAAAAAAAAik/gz0ZCaat3zA/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP9ewuN03I/AAAAAAAAAik/gz0ZCaat3zA/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409946282318746482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;here is the entire Larson Family, thanksgiving was delayed because of plagues of pink eye, strep throat, swine flu and who knows what else.     We still managed to get together and celebrate a couple of days late.  hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP9en43M6I/AAAAAAAAAic/3JELHpFerVQ/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP9en43M6I/AAAAAAAAAic/3JELHpFerVQ/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409946279947482018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;decorating our christmas tree...and here is the best news...I got to retire my kodak easyshare and let it rest in peace as the designated kids camera and we got a new Sony I dunno what's it called...but it's a huge improvent.  My christmas is now complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8A150YsI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wmSmv-uRAZM/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8A150YsI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wmSmv-uRAZM/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944668801884866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I just liked the raspberries on this yummy concoction Rachel made....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8ARhpm9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/CN6cZs-9wXs/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8ARhpm9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/CN6cZs-9wXs/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944659036838866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Here are the two cutest nephews in the world!  Except for Dane of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8AHQOQDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rcxs4AoB3Rw/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8AHQOQDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rcxs4AoB3Rw/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944656279388210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;our humongously long thanksgiving table!  I'm so glad Rachel has a huge house to have family get togethers in.....we usually host a family event about 2 times a year and we all are eating on folding chairs and the floor!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP7_qdaQZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/5vnQP5fCIew/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP7_qdaQZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/5vnQP5fCIew/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944648550072722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eva's brown eyes are chocolicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP7_chcrcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JFtLqXQN47k/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP7_chcrcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JFtLqXQN47k/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944644808912322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oliver again!  I need to put some pics of the rest of my neices and nephews on here.  We had a good time but it flew by, we celebrated two birthdays, watched Nathan Terry prance around in glow in the dark footy jammies, and ate ate ate until we could eat no more.  I'm on the celery, fat free ranch, and lettuce diet until I have this baby!  I swear I'm going to break 200 this time.  ACCCCCCKKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-107902107986952552?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP9ewuN03I/AAAAAAAAAik/gz0ZCaat3zA/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2009+096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5237124028091814787</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T08:47:47.320-08:00</atom:updated><title>some recentish pictures</title><description>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e3jhSwiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FsoOF_KXGhs/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e3jhSwiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FsoOF_KXGhs/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408083036062532130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the day we found out we were having a male child.....I ate the meatiest breakfast EVER and eva colored her nose red for the celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e3YMTqMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2pXHB-lvkmc/s1600/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e3YMTqMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2pXHB-lvkmc/s320/131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408083033021720770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stephanie and Everett...sorry for my strange flash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e2_iodMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8MAycQDJWjA/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e2_iodMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8MAycQDJWjA/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408083026404472002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Child Labor numero 1:   Addie frantically sewing on her sewing machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dDOBa5gI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4pB9fnHgPHs/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dDOBa5gI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4pB9fnHgPHs/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081037426877954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nathan's lookin' FIIIIIINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dCYX4WwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/L1jisBDE8uk/s1600/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dCYX4WwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/L1jisBDE8uk/s320/132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081023025568514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dCM7KT4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/nVCj7JqkgEU/s1600/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dCM7KT4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/nVCj7JqkgEU/s320/116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081019952320386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the last of the fall flowers..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dBrNmw8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/hrAQpRQGuvY/s1600/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dBrNmw8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/hrAQpRQGuvY/s320/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081010902877122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                                          Child labor 2: Our pizza parlor...if you order a pizza from us you will get child labor but they are mastering the art of crust making.  the secret ingredient is Eva's flyaway hairs..yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5237124028091814787?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-recentish-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e3jhSwiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FsoOF_KXGhs/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5474837762488356835</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T08:11:42.380-08:00</atom:updated><title>thanksgiving again</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hey family peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm really very hungry for the biggest thanksgiving feast ever.  So I'm gearing up for some seriously intense thanksgiving delights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; MOM:  I want your rolls like right now.  And I want mashed potatoes and stuffing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;RACHEL:  I want your jello with raspberries and blueberries in it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Stephanie:  I want some huge crazy pumpkin pie dessert thingy with crunchy stuff on top or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ME:  I want my broccoli salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;KATRINA:  I know you can't bring a single thing because you are working that night...I just want your cute little pregnant bod there so I can look even HUGER and FATTER as I wolf down mounds of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every one else is pretty much off the hook.  I know Mark will whip up some special "man food" probably and who knows what Dad will sneak in his pockets for all the kids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I just want you all to know to please me you have to do your part.  And I know you will do your part because you DO NOT want to see my wrath.  GOt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5474837762488356835?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7174185539138778936</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T16:19:26.089-08:00</atom:updated><title>our night</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Let me get one thing clear...and open to the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My children nurse way past what most normal children do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I didn't set out to be a boob nazi or a la leche leaguer or any kind of activist.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Actually I thought in my brain when I had Addie....I bet when they start to get teeth they don't need to nurse.  Teeth=chewing food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;right?  right?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;wrong!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  I didn't set out to sleep with my kids.....I had a little crib set up, with handmade bedding.....and I never once used it.  Never once!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I feel like a freak of nature a bit.  All these little babes in the world soundly sleeping in cribs and I have mine nursing practically allnight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And I'm not bothered by that.   I think it's the lazy person in me.  I avoid conflict, and once Addie and Eva were born I realized they would scream bloody murder every time I tried to make them sleep alone or limit the nursing thing.  So I became a peacemaker and said..."What the heck...it's alot easier just to let  her act like an ape ..she's happy, I'm happy...peace!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so Addie nursed a LOOOOOOOONG time.  Long enough to have a  negotion for the whole process to be resolved peacefully.  I'll leave that at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eva is still nursing.    And I'm not really bothered.  Pregnancy does chemically change things a bit but overall I'm okay.  she just does it occassionally.  Until lately...until the past couple nights.  When she feels desperately hungry at the wee hours of the morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lately, she wakes up at 3 a.m.  wants to nurse, until I ask her if she's hungry, then she nods her head.  And she says...."I WANT CEREAL AND MILK!"  So I go get the girl food.  Then she feels perky and wants to read stories, and I say  "No no no I'm really tired."  Then she wants to turn on the lights.  Then she starts talking alot how she wants me to do "cacka" which is some german thing my grandparents and parents did to our hands...like a little game.    Then she wants me to do "This little piggy" on all 20 of her toes and fingers.   Then she wants me to walk my fingers up her back and act like my fingers are little people walking to the pet store to buy a puppy.  This was a game I invented once when I really really wanted her to lay down and relax.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So, me, pregnant and all, am very relieved when after this whole charade, she rolls over, and falls asleep.  And if she nurses a little bit at that point...I don't even care.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And this all should end very soon...especially at night...because in April we will be having a baby boy!  I can't have 2 of them at me at night that's for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7174185539138778936?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7802746305982567365</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T08:36:50.601-07:00</atom:updated><title>blackmail pictures posted</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odyNxjaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rfJtObciNKo/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odyNxjaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rfJtObciNKo/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395075370774007202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           OF course I'd post a non scary picture of MUA what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odpNJEnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ldgSb7axcqI/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odpNJEnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ldgSb7axcqI/s320/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395075368355435122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              BUILD A BEAR ....the joyous place  where you can buy your teddy bear clothes that cost more than what you pay for  actual human clothes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black mail picture # 1.&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/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odW_KYiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/-KNv5ChRbaY/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odW_KYiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/-KNv5ChRbaY/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395075363464962594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach, you kinda look like you're casting a spell on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nnmVXZVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/c3s2h5DEp_M/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nnmVXZVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/c3s2h5DEp_M/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395074439871685970" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nnBOoBcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/NseYD_lWCTM/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nnBOoBcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/NseYD_lWCTM/s320/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395074429911303618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute eva picture break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blackmail picture # 2&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/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nm1c_LpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/BrQUOuExXFY/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nm1c_LpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/BrQUOuExXFY/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395074426750316178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was part of our joint October birthday celebration...my camera stinks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and last but not least blackmail picture # 3&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/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nmgUw21I/AAAAAAAAAfc/m06jbgWUQqY/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nmgUw21I/AAAAAAAAAfc/m06jbgWUQqY/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395074421078678354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally a neutral non offensive picture of Eva's baby maple tree...it lost its red leaves and looks a little puny but I have to include a fall esque picture right?  right?  there ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nmaUZoII/AAAAAAAAAfU/PoBPYZqqIII/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nmaUZoII/AAAAAAAAAfU/PoBPYZqqIII/s320/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395074419466543234" 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/5645516131059446132-7802746305982567365?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/10/blackmail-pictures-posted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odyNxjaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rfJtObciNKo/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8362381410215468548</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T20:32:04.204-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;things on my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;1.  holiday guilt: What would really happen to my family if I refused to take them to an autumn pumpkin patch this year and blog about it.....would I get struck by lightning?  would the children have to go to therapy?  would the grim wreeper with a  jackolantern on his head come a knockin' and do us all in?  just curious about that one.    What If I became morally opposed to pumpkins?  They're of the devil!!!! I'll just scream that and run every time I see one.  Or I'm tired of inflicting pain on poor defenseless pumpkins.  I'll tie myself to a large prickly gourd plant and cry hysterically any time someone comes to pick one...."DONT YOU SEE THEY ARE HURTING!!!!  JUST STOP ALREADY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;2. Our version of homeschooling is kind of light on the schooling part lately.  You mix pregnancy hormones with the urgency of accomplishing anything productive and bad things happen.  Yesterday I ended up sitting on the floor of our designated school room in tears while I colored an elaborate scene in the book Addie was supposed to be working in.   I just was tired of everyone yelling at eachother.  So I colored and cried.  And Eva kept bringing me loads of toilet paper wadded up tissues and Addie colored me a rainbow with a flower and wrote a heartfelt note about how it was my birthday Saturday and she was so sorry she made me cry but she just really needed Eva to give her the paper.    Then we all hugged and we were all okay.  Happy joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;3.  My life seems mysteriously simple but also incredibly exhausting right now.    I can't really line the two up...should be very simple....but it's making me so tired.  I also love wallowing in my sorrows if you can't tell.  I'm not the type to hold it all in.  I have to vent.  So there I did it and I feel oh so better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;4.    I love Danny.  He is awesome.  Danny deals with 50 kids every day so he totally has his bad days too so when he comes home he is ready to play with and love just being around 2 sweet little girls.  I never knew the way our children would make our love grow but I can't imagine not having his energy and excitement for our own little world we live in.    He's so excited about our 3rd he tells EVERYONE!   Sometimes we watch Addie and Eva as they are asleep and we just like stare at them and giggle and smile like we won the lottery and have the secret to the universe.  the secret is our family is the greatest joy in the world and no one can take it from us.....it's ALLLL ours!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so anyways I better head to the bed....  I love you all my family and friends. see don't I cheer up once I vent?  That's just how I work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8362381410215468548?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-on-my-mind-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5361754173130525747</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T09:07:22.798-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SsTRU1vLlGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zLlOlwlFfSA/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SsTRU1vLlGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zLlOlwlFfSA/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387661210194515042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;these girls don't get enough high fructose corn syrup in their diet..........these are way too delightful to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I remember loving capri suns so much I would down a whole box of them in one day.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I remember loving every disgusting thing that my mom would never buy......pop tarts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;any little debbie product, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;chips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; frozen dinners, pizza rolls, hot pockets. ( I can't get that comedien guy saying "hot pocket" out of my head whenever I see those)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;fast food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and airheads, laffy taffy, any kind of gummy, all forms of chocolate, funyons   (that is a hilarious name for a food product)  and pretzel sticks at the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It seems like my blogs have been about food alot lately.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So basically....the past month the only foods I could stomach were these disgusting childhood favorites.  I didn't want juice...I wanted capri suns.  I didn't want homemade pizza I wanted a disgusting frozen pizza roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;BUT the clouds have parted and angels descended and I have emerged from the first trimester and I truly, really do feel much much better.  And my cravings for spaghettios have left me and I am so so so happy about that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5361754173130525747?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-girls-dont-get-enough-high.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SsTRU1vLlGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zLlOlwlFfSA/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6523431831408011372</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 23:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T17:24:29.643-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dedicatory Addie Birthday Post</title><description>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwJV8krAUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/amVekClpF4Y/s1600-h/IMG_NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwJV8krAUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/amVekClpF4Y/s320/IMG_NEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385189527070114114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;                                   Addie turned six today and I look back at my one year old blue eyed baby.  Addie didn't walk until 18 months this was one of the first times she really stood up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwI-tYTc8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/EHoiuYbP9L4/s1600-h/IMG_0001_NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwI-tYTc8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/EHoiuYbP9L4/s320/IMG_0001_NEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385189127854715842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strange outfits I put on her lasted until she wisened up at about two and started dressing herself......(i like dannys expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we are today on the day of her birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIwdTf80I/AAAAAAAAAes/xrbPsNigOWk/s1600-h/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIwdTf80I/AAAAAAAAAes/xrbPsNigOWk/s320/119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385188883021427522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized that my childrens' birthdays would be more important than many days....but they are.  I think about that September sunny day Addie was born  (really exhausting and difficult) and the moments we had when she was first born....she was really alert and I remember exclaiming about how beautiful she was and how I loved her so much as she stared at me with furrowed eyebrows.  Addie's always been my serious girl, taking in the world before jumping in, watching and waiting but always happily so.  She's never been  moody and she is my  sweet, pure love.  Physically,she's tiny but she has a wise, big, spirit in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIv2dOsWI/AAAAAAAAAek/X8tKb54XhCA/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIv2dOsWI/AAAAAAAAAek/X8tKb54XhCA/s320/117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385188872593256802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIvRZcFoI/AAAAAAAAAec/OHKkz0Z3uJQ/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIvRZcFoI/AAAAAAAAAec/OHKkz0Z3uJQ/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385188862645245570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell phone talking...a newfound hobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;She's become a reader, and a writer, and is all business everyday as she files her papers, and writes every color she can think of, and spells out long journal entries and makes her business calls to her cousins.&lt;/span&gt; &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/5645516131059446132-6523431831408011372?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedicatory-addie-birthday-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwJV8krAUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/amVekClpF4Y/s72-c/IMG_NEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7177533855931151113</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 12:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T05:46:11.437-07:00</atom:updated><title>I need a new camera!!!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That sweet, fine and lovely camera I got for cheap at Sam's club six years ago...well it just ain't what it used to be.  The screen is foggy...there  are flecks everytime I take a picture and it looks like snow is in people's hair.  I know this is an affect the professionals strive for......but.....I need one of those awesome new digital cameras with like 30 megapixels  that makes EVERYONE look like a professional photographer just by tilting it a funny angle and zooming in.   I also want it to take video too....soooo I guess I need to start hunting on the net.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So until then expect some crappy pictures!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This month has been difficult...if you haven't been able to tell that from my posts.    I just am so sick of feeling like I am dying of cancer.  I'm very, truly, extremely happy we are going to have a new baby shortly but this is the hard part for me.  I would seriously rather be huge with back aches, and hemmrhoids,(how on earth do you spell that) and unable to go from a sitting to standing position than this early pregnancy junk.    So I called my Doctor and said...."I feel so sick can you please help me!!" and they said...."Eat protein and a carb every two hours!"  And then I said...."I'm throwing up my proteins and carbs!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and then they told me to drink milk!  That is like asking a vampire to eat garlic or something.  BAAAAAAAAD!  Milk, water and juice are really hard for me to drink.  So I am basically always dehydrated.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So the nurse said..."Well we can call you in a special medicine that might help."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and I was very relieved....but the paranoid side of my brain was like.....OH NO this is going to make my baby have some bad deformity!  So I asked her if it would make my baby deformed  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and she was like  "NO! We wouldn't tell you to take something that would do that."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and I was like...."Right of course."  But inside I'm a little suspicious.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So I took it last night....I didn't think it helped for a while...but I got through the evening without throwing up...I even ate some bread and sat at the table while everyone ate dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; So I guess it works a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7177533855931151113?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-new-camera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-2626338091418729862</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T16:08:43.488-07:00</atom:updated><title>what's coming up</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That sounds disgusting I know....I blessed this pregnancy with my first episode of puking tonight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I feel horrible, I look horrible, I pretty much feel like this baby is the boy in the bubble and I'm the bubble and I don't do much but protect it from all harm for a while before letting it out of the bubble.  But this bubble isn't a happy bubble.  anyways bad analogy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Today while I was having school with Addie I heard a message on my answering machine.  It was from the Drs. office I go to saying that I should call them back because they have my test results.  I had NO idea what test results they were talking about.  I've been to this dr. when I had the  girls and they never call about test results.....as long as they're normal.  Then I remembered they took like 3 containers of blood from me.  And I started to panic....The baby has trisomy 18 and its not going to live past birth!  What am I going to do? How can I bury my own child the second it's born?  What kind of casket should I pick out?   Or it could have down syndrome..or it could have spina bifida or something.....  I  started crying and ran down the stairs to get the phone and call them immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; As I was on the phone the nurse paused for a really long time and she was like...."You have a UTI so I'm calling in a prescription for you."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"I do???"  I was almost ecstatic....."But I don't even feel like...any weird feelings....like I don't feel like I have a UTI....are you sure?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Yes"  she said.  "We're sure.  Now where do you want your prescription sent to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My mind is a fragile and troubling thing right now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I need that sign....Stay calm and carry on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-2626338091418729862?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-coming-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5325359087863747363</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T08:48:32.021-07:00</atom:updated><title>20 things that make me sick</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.  tomatoes  (WHY??? I love tomatoes...it's tomato season.....yet I can't even handle making eye contact with one of those guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2.  bananas  (strange)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.  anything fried  (for the best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4.  cheese   (BAAAAAAAAD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5.  milk    (even on cereal....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6.  lettuce  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7.  cereal   except fruit loops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8.  noodles   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9.  sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10.  butter or bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;11.  cucumbers  (I had a grand idea to make cold cucumber soup a couple of weeks ago.....unfortunately it all got poured down the garbage disposal....just the thought now doesn't make me feel calm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;12.  onions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;13.  salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;14.  dog food (the smell...although when I was pregnant with addie I was falling asleep while the t.v. was on and I saw a commercial for what looked like some very gravyful beef and I said..."Danny that looks so good!"  it was a dog food commercial!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;15.  juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;16.  chocolate (how could my body go this wrong???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;17.  ramen noodles  (for the best right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;18.  anything with meat   (excluding chicken pot pie...I ate that last night and for some reason wasn't bothered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;19.  peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;20.  any food that emits any kind of odor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so for the list of foods that don't currently make me sick..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  peaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  chicken pot pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5325359087863747363?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/20-things-that-make-me-sick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5527029016149081937</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T08:51:55.412-07:00</atom:updated><title>i must reveal....</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vcWRni1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZqeLoaDdevI/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vcWRni1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZqeLoaDdevI/s320/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372072463329364818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Addie started our second year of homeschooling........................as Addie and Eva and I spend the day driving eachother a little nutty i wonder what possesses me...........&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vMYKRA0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/-DdIq6oFnkk/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vMYKRA0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/-DdIq6oFnkk/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372072188957492034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We went to wegerzyn gardens......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vL3q59aI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DpsLU3gQo8Y/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vL3q59aI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DpsLU3gQo8Y/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372072180236023202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; My Eva isn't going to be my baby forever........a new one will join us in about 7 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(decided to let it all out because I need sympathy. I feel really horribly sick.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5527029016149081937?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-must-reveal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vcWRni1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZqeLoaDdevI/s72-c/084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-261434228361472408</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-15T09:23:47.310-07:00</atom:updated><title>Addie's journal</title><description>Addie started writing in a journal and she will sit in the corner of the couch penning her thoughts and eyeballing me over the top of her journal.   I of course was curious what was in the journal.....&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm publishing it for all to see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am 5 mi name is Addie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lake mashrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Eva and i love mommy and i love daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dogs and cats are my fafrit animols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my vacashin was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we whent to the stor and I got new shos and eva got sadals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wont to go to the dentist.  I'm going to the detist this munth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; eva is my sister we play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me and lena play we have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;at chrismas i want a camra and i want a fone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-261434228361472408?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/addies-journal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3627980787644677828</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T09:01:39.125-07:00</atom:updated><title>i'm the crazy mom</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yesterday Rach and Steph and Katrina and all 8 kids came over to play.  We went to wegerzyn gardens....it has a pretty cool childrens garden with a waterfall, and a stream, and a sandbox and lots of amazing plants.   I ran into some other mom's I knew when Addie was a baby, and I ran into our old story time lady who was at the dayton library when we lived in Dayton.  There were only about 3 kids who went to storytime and we were religious about it so we got to know her really well before she left and started driving the book mobile.  Anyways that was a tangent....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's great getting all the cousins together because they have  a ball.  They were running wild all evening outside.  I'm glad they will have all these memories together.  So anyways, about once a year I have Lena and Dane have an unaccompanied overnighter at my house.  They are all still kinda young and they all want to sleep in the same bed.  So I put them to bed but Dane was bouncing like mad and I kept having to fix his bed so he didn't fall down the crack by the wall.  After they settled down, they all 3 wanted me to rub their feet, then their backs, then they wanted me to tell them stories.    I was getting a tad on the tired side......I was like...Okay.  Once thei r were three princesses, Brenda, Carla and Anastasia.  (the 2 first ones kinda sound like factory workers).  They lived in a huge castle that was made of glass.  And there were no doors and no windows.   They couldn't bounce a ball in their castle because it would shatter.  Everyone in the whole village would watch them while they ate dinner, played, and took baths.  They got sick of it and they decided they were going to smash their castle down and so they did.  THE END.    the story of a tired mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;They finally fell asleep around 12:00 and I went to bed and read for a little bit.  At 3 o clock I heard some voices.   Nooooo!!!  Then the voices kept getting louder and louder until they were shrieking and bouncing.  I remember being at slumber parties as a child and at some point in the night a very angry parent would come storming in and start yelling threats that if we didn't stop we were all going home.    I would always think in my mind "wow what's wrong with them??"  So I became the crazy mom and I stormed in there and I caught Dane in the midst of a huge pillow fight.  And I said  "YOU GUYS ITS 3 in the morning you are going to wake up Eva if you don't sleep you all are going to be too tired to play in the morning and I'm going to have to take you home!!!!"  then I stormed out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I felt like the mean mom but that was the last sound I heard until 7 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3627980787644677828?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-crazy-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5697753810820363116</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T08:06:22.054-07:00</atom:updated><title>our getaway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMsPaLhQI/AAAAAAAAAds/HpoOXcrLFys/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMsPaLhQI/AAAAAAAAAds/HpoOXcrLFys/s320/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123278946239746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMr95YMoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/I4b9dq08e_w/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMr95YMoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/I4b9dq08e_w/s320/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123274245255810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMrpiB4uI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RcDfu-Srz-4/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMrpiB4uI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RcDfu-Srz-4/s320/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123268778615522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMrX49GRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ligNUWkU3aY/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMrX49GRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ligNUWkU3aY/s320/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123264042932498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMqw4zMBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5wc4ZOGqMLg/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMqw4zMBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5wc4ZOGqMLg/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123253573300242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;we escaped life for about 4 days and spent some time together  in a little cabin on Lake Huron.  It was pristine and much needed  escape from everything.  It was just the perfect little small town, with a park with crazy plaster animals, little shops and restaurants and just a quiet spot to relax.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We went up to my grandparents on Hubbard Lake and I didn't even take any pictures.  It was good to see my grandma and grandpa and breathe in the pine tree air.  We went to a great aunt's 50th wedding anniversary and the kids danced in their dresses to the live folk band and we stayed at the illustrious alpena holidome and swam in the pool to our hearts content.  So now back to real life......danny's slaying 5th grade dragons and I'm watching  lilia and the girls as they turn the house into a scary doll paradise!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5697753810820363116?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-getaway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMsPaLhQI/AAAAAAAAAds/HpoOXcrLFys/s72-c/093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7937491687774246433</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 02:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T20:17:58.328-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we  had danny's dad's viewing and funeral yesterday and today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it was kinda hard and we are happy that part is over with.    danny gave a talk at the funeral and he did a really great job.  I don't think I could've done that myself but he pulled it off.  I played the piano for it and it went fine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alot of people came to the viewing to support Danny and he was surprised and really happy they came.   Friends from school and old friends from the Dayton Branch and new friends from the ward...... Thank you to everyone who has helped him and all of us during this time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The kids do not seem to get it really and I guess that's just how kids are.  they are too little still, I think.  Eva did say  "Bye papa Jack" as we were walking out so maybe she gets it in her own way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The things I've thought during this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you never know when or how someone's life might end and the worst feeling in the world is to put things off until it's too late.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;there are always going to be good things and bad things about anyone and it's probably always better to think of the good things, especially with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;how good it's made us feel that so many people have called us, and made us food, and just been there for Danny.......I don't think we ever really knew what people need when someone dies and now I think we have a better idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;one little thing I wanted to get up and say at his funeral but I didn't do it........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jack was this tall kinda scary guy........people would say he was a "man's man" but his appearance was a bit of a facade because he was really a gentle guy.  He had crazy farm cats that would come around his house and he would always act really annoyed with them and kind of yell at them...but then around the front of the house he would always put a plate of cat food with a stone in it so it wouldn't blow away in the wind.  Then inevitabely the cats would have kittens...which would really seem to irritate him.  But he would prepare a whole little box for them...then if the cats were bad moms he would keep carrying them over to wherever the mom was.  I remember he made a whole house for the cats with a carpet in it around the back of his house so she had somewhere to put her kittens.  But the whole time he'd be grumbling and complaining about it a bit and telling them what to do...."Look at that mess you've got yourself into!!  You need to take care of your kittens!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;they live in the country so they have mice and cats......one christmas eve we were over helping them decorate their christmas tree and having a nice little time when Jack saw a mouse running through the living room.  It got cornered against the wall and instead of him killing it he made Danny hold up this huge long rug so they could guide it out the front door and try to scoot it out.  This took like 5 crazy minutes and then danny was the weak link and he raised the rug up too high and the mouse ran under and slid under the bedroom door.    His dad was like..."Danny!!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;anyways just a story I had thought of&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7937491687774246433?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-had-dannys-dads-viewing-and-funeral.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3203335488302337724</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T12:49:31.269-07:00</atom:updated><title>dannys dad</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Smi1TvKUjAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/21NAaT852WQ/s1600-h/IMG_NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Smi1TvKUjAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/21NAaT852WQ/s320/IMG_NEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361734707066473474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;died in a car accident last night. He was known to our kids as Grandpa Jack.  Today Danny is going to try help make all the arrangements with his brother and his dad's wife, Vicki.  We'll miss him alot.  He was a farmer and a retired factory worker.   He ran out mega-dairies, helped his neighbors, cleaned the local church,  mowed a bunch of peoples yards, attended a one room school house in darke county as a child, and lived on the same property he was born on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On fathers day he proudly showed us his new flat screen T.V. and he just bought himself a brand new car.He was the kind of person that never sits down.  He always had chores going on and he came from the mindset of use everything until it literally falls apart, and then just duct tape it back together.  On fathers day he was out in his straw hat that was duct taped on the top...and I said..."Danny get your dad a new hat PLEASE!!!"  But he loved that hat and I think he probably had a bunch of new ones hidden away somewhere but the duct taped one felt the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny is doing okay...it's weird having someone close to us die suddenly.  I've never really experienced it before.  We do have confidence that his spirit is eternal, that he is in a different place and that it is part of our eternal plan to take this step.  It has brought Danny alot of peace and comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3203335488302337724?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/dannys-dad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Smi1TvKUjAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/21NAaT852WQ/s72-c/IMG_NEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5176650965439561768</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T17:32:07.330-07:00</atom:updated><title>2 year old examination</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdLph5hsI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WGhVqJQ_9SI/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdLph5hsI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WGhVqJQ_9SI/s320/089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074861139134146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a sparkler examination&lt;/span&gt;&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/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdLHeCXAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zv79YP0Qu1U/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdLHeCXAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zv79YP0Qu1U/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074851996130306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a baby cousin examination&lt;/span&gt;&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/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdK1G91WI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yp1jFxjB6Os/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdK1G91WI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yp1jFxjB6Os/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074847067526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;car sleeping examination&lt;/span&gt;&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/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdKql1JUI/AAAAAAAAAck/50EmU5RLXRI/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdKql1JUI/AAAAAAAAAck/50EmU5RLXRI/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074844244190530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cousin examination&lt;/span&gt;&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/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdKC-QzBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/leI9mAkQpTg/s1600-h/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdKC-QzBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/leI9mAkQpTg/s320/148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074833609247762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whiplash examination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5645516131059446132-5176650965439561768?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-year-old-examination.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdLph5hsI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WGhVqJQ_9SI/s72-c/089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-274652974496554071</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T08:23:21.532-07:00</atom:updated><title>the foolish man built his house upon the sand.....</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;This months been a woozy doozy!  I've been flat drunk for weeks......on summer loooooove baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do refeerences to alcohol just make me laugh....never having had a single sip my whole life i think I have a fascination with the weirdness of being drunk.   I also have had the life long knack of acting drunk with no alcohol entering my system.  Once 10:30 hits I'm as tipsy as if I was tossing back a tequila.......I guess I have had alcohol if you count Nyquil....or my dad's stash of "near beer" that has like .01 percent alcohol.  That stuff is just NASTY!  whoever invented that must have been  a convert to the church because  you have to have a serious hankering for some certain flavor to let that enter your body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alcohol was not even what I was going to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on facebook and I saw a bunch of pictures of Newton...........Newton or Newtin as it's pronounced in these parts is where I went to school from  K-12.  One building.  I never left that same building for any grade.  It's not a private school just a small farm community that could support one small school.  My class had about 35-40 people in it.  By the time I graduated there were only about 7 male class members attending school at the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the building is getting tore down this year.  I believe soon I need to ask Nathan.    I'm kinda sad about it...it just feels like a childhood home getting tore down.   There are communities that seem to value their old buildings, renovate them, make them beautiful again......people do it with homes.  In many older cities the old renovated schools are the center of the city and something they enjoy caring for.   but oh well...I'm not going to chain myself to the front of the building while the wrecking ball is swinging down or become some terrorist and stalk the p.hill politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in dedicatory rememberance I would like my kids to see where I went to school. take a  couple pictures.  And say goodbye to where I spent 16,380 hours of my growing years.   and maybe I'll write more about my memories someday.  But I don't know where to start.  And I can't do it now while I've got Eva in my lap napping and the large to do list of today ahead of us.......but maybe someday I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-274652974496554071?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/foolish-man-built-his-house-upon-sand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8796514515716811066</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-23T20:50:43.636-07:00</atom:updated><title>viruses and ect.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;our computer has been virused by something.  It's a big pain because it keeps opening up stuff I don't want opened..and shutting down,,,and the kids want to watch tv on it and they can't because it always has obnoxious pop ups.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and now Addie also has a virus but a real one that is making her feel horrible.  Poor girl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we have watched Enchanted every SINGLE DAY since the start of June.  At first I thought it was cute and a little funny.  Then I thought it was actually very good acting....NOW I stare at that movie as if it holds the secrets to the universe....when I hear the daily...."HOW DO  I KNOOOOOW IF HE LOVES ME?"  I ask myself that question.  Then I get my answer...he will sing a song with words meant just for me...YES THATs HOW I WILL KNOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It is a marvel that movie....and for some reason Addie and Eva are convinced the guy she ends up with is really her dad.  I'm like..."Well they're in love right?"  NO ITS HER DAD!!!   Well.....then why doesn't she go off and marry the prince?  BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO BE WITH HER DAD!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;which is actually quite sweet that they  think the whole movie is about her dad and her finding eachother..and a little confusing.  I think I need to hide that dvd.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8796514515716811066?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/06/viruses-and-ect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6767832141607513374</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-14T10:09:36.694-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SjUtsGtcxqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ceiiibh67ok/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SjUtsGtcxqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ceiiibh67ok/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347230368311068322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SjUsxNOfNWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3XabEpKyZkk/s1600-h/June+13,+2009+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SjUsxNOfNWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3XabEpKyZkk/s200/June+13,+2009+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347229356447970658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Addie had her last day of her first year of homeschooling..  IT wasn't really a whole year but she finished all of kindergarten in 4 months.  My thoughts and feelings about it so far are these.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm still figuring out the balance of structure and non structure.  Like I want to have a bit of a schedule so we're not just sitting in our pajamas watching t.v. all day and at the same time not so many activities that it's stressful and overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I haven't totally embraced the "unschooling" mentality...even though I do agree with many of the ideas....I just feel like I'm falling somewhere between "unschooling"   and a structured school day.&lt;br /&gt;We are using Ohio virtual academy which gives us LOTS of lessons, ideas, and the whole structure...so I've kind of been spending times on the things that she is interested in and seeming to need right now, and spending less time on things I don't think matter as much...like who invented peanut butter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and if you know that then hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once danny got chewed out by a kindergarten teacher in Dayton public schools because supposedly no one knows who invented peanut butter...he was like..."Hey I love peanut butter!"  and she was like..."his name is GEORGE WASHINGTON CARVER and he went to blah blah blah college and he invented blah blah balh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm sure he was a wonderful man......I think he invented marshmellow cream too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;anyways......I feel like this is definately the right thing for us and it has been cool following through on what I was feeling inspired to do.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been playing piano (chopin and brahms are making me happy right now) and we've been outside alot and spending time with family and  danny's almost done with the cabinets and we are ready to have a looooooonnnnggg summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6767832141607513374?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/06/addie-had-her-last-day-or-her-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SjUtsGtcxqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ceiiibh67ok/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6923572805010393644</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-30T06:22:58.570-07:00</atom:updated><title>a quickie</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;a quickie post before my students get here...it's saturday.  joy of joys.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;anyways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;the cvs lady seriously has it OUT FOR ME!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I frequent  (love that word) the CVS on the corner about once a week because it's really close to my house so I'll get the random stuff I haven't bought there...like a pound of gummy worms or a gallon of milk or whatever.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The check out lady is this 60 ish gray bobbed lady who wouldn't smile even if someone was tickling her armpits I'm sure.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;but she is out to get me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;One day I went to check out and she would not come to the counter even though the whole CVS was empty and she stood about 5 feet away from me organizing the grocery cart full of sale candy.  So I stood there just staring at her for like 5 WHOLE minutes before she felt the need to come check me out and this was after I like....coughed and walked past her a couple of times.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I just thought maybe she didn't really see me.  So the next time I went in...I did the same thing.  I waited at the counter while she looked at me out of the corner of her eye while she finished like organizing the gum rack.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;then I asked for stamps and she was like ..."Okay."  So I bought my stuff and went out and looked for my stamps and she never even gave them to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So then I had to run back in and tell her she forgot my stamps and she totally squinted her eyes at me like I was telling a lie and asked to see my receipt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Two days ago I walked into CVS.  I give her the eyeball(not literally) as I buy 3 packs of gummies and I once again need stamps.  (why don't I just start paying my bills online like every other person on the planet?)   She rings me up.  Then I swipe my card and I'm like..."Wow stamps have really gotten expensive."  Because my bill was like $19.  And she was like...Oooh Maybe.  Then I looked at my receipt and it had a People Magazine on it for like 4 dollars.  I ran back to the counter once again and I said.....I didn't buy a magazine!  And there she was holding a people magazine and reading it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;That lady totally tried to make me buy her magazine.  She didn't even look ashamed she was just like....Whoops.  And then she had to re enter everything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;.  But I kind of want to go back just to see what she's going to do next..hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6923572805010393644?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/quickie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1354624819459167688</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-27T11:30:14.654-07:00</atom:updated><title>I fell off my tuesday streak...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2FBbp8CaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LAs7bVE9qBg/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2FBbp8CaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LAs7bVE9qBg/s200/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340570992781298082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2FBKByVzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4vCKY__EP34/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2FBKByVzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4vCKY__EP34/s200/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340570988049487666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2DhLb-kZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HfYbgqdhF2M/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2DhLb-kZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HfYbgqdhF2M/s200/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340569339160334738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;happy 2nd birthday lilia.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C7sQzZTI/AAAAAAAAAaw/uffwYXwq3Kc/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C7sQzZTI/AAAAAAAAAaw/uffwYXwq3Kc/s200/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568695136806194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I've fallen off the boat writing on my blog on tuesdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We had a good time celebratin' and I had a really funny picture of all the MEAT at this picnic that was enough to make your stomach turn.  This was the picnic of all meat lovers picnics.  Oh and here is a picture of Addie with our first salad of the year from our garden.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C7HvD9xI/AAAAAAAAAag/m732gQAvTD4/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C7HvD9xI/AAAAAAAAAag/m732gQAvTD4/s200/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568685331609362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I still don't believe Nathan terry did the macarena on the inner tube.  Hmmm...maybe next time i will be able to witness that feat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C6-vwo0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/liV76gkC5lA/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C6-vwo0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/liV76gkC5lA/s200/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568682918617922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2CLp5UTHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/oMFDwoVoVUA/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2CLp5UTHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/oMFDwoVoVUA/s200/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567869867707506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2CLXM5CoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/aokPAjZ0nqs/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2CLXM5CoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/aokPAjZ0nqs/s200/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567864849533570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mark my words Lilia and Eva will be best friends for liFE!  they are so cute together I can just see them being old women together rocking in rocking chairs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1354624819459167688?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-fell-off-my-tuesday-streak.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amelia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2FBbp8CaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LAs7bVE9qBg/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>