<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816</id><updated>2012-01-11T18:44:56.522-05:00</updated><category term='Evelyn'/><category term='Annoying things'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='Little suprises'/><category term='Jessi'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Likes / Dislikes'/><category term='Family time'/><category term='Adult time'/><category term='Holiday time'/><category term='Mike'/><category term='Me Issues'/><category term='First timers'/><title type='text'>ROC City Mama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-7413009398082225050</id><published>2011-04-05T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:43:43.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A few things I realized this weekend</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; went to NYC this past weekend to spend time with my father while my brother was away. I had to take him to the hospital because of his disease. My long tiring weekend I was up more then I slept and I realized a few things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am getting used to flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My brother sleeps with a ton of pillows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love getting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love driving in New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I enjoyed every bit of my fried eggplant, fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt;, tomato &amp;amp; roasted pepper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My long lost friend Sarah always brings presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have the greatest friends always wanting to help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am thankful for my sister to go through this with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My adrenaline can keep me up for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;looooooooooooong&lt;/span&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emergency rooms suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart breaks for old people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate hate hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;foreigners&lt;/span&gt; that can not speak English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dealing with a sick parent is tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Traveling with one non checked in bag is nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss my family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love coming home to my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-7413009398082225050?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7413009398082225050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=7413009398082225050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7413009398082225050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7413009398082225050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2011/04/few-things-i-realized-this-weekend.html' title='A few things I realized this weekend'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-2780307167015101163</id><published>2011-02-26T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:37:57.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likes / Dislikes'/><title type='text'>All in the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578191941920676130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfpL-j_JJbE/TWm4BEMg2SI/AAAAAAAAARI/S-X30s_8Y4A/s320/P1020638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There not many people that I hate or just can not stand well maybe a few. This person is my cousin Matt and for as long as I can remeber him. I HATE HIM. He made me cry numerous time when I was a chubby pre-teen and just one of those people that really think he is better then everyone else and when I see him I want to spit on him. I know that's mean but that's how I feel. I never hide my feelings when I am around him and I think he know's how I feel. Actually when I took this picture I said "Let me get a picture with my favorite cousin"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.  Picture is pretty good I must say.  Here I liked him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-2780307167015101163?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2780307167015101163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=2780307167015101163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2780307167015101163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2780307167015101163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-in-family.html' title='All in the Family'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfpL-j_JJbE/TWm4BEMg2SI/AAAAAAAAARI/S-X30s_8Y4A/s72-c/P1020638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3875111059591827544</id><published>2011-02-22T13:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:11:44.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Totally Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know how kids outgrown things ex. clothes, diapers, thumbsucking, bed wetting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When do adults outgrow things??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This a totally random thought that came to me this morning when I was thinking how Jessi doesn't come to our bed anymore in the night.  Did she outgrow that in as little as two weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why when your a kid outgrowing things mean your growing up what is it called when your an "adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3875111059591827544?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3875111059591827544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3875111059591827544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3875111059591827544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3875111059591827544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2011/02/totally-random.html' title='Totally Random'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-7475365353416652444</id><published>2011-02-10T09:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:03:08.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Funky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been in a funk lately and it sucks. Thanks to my good friend Lexi I have been handling my business with my head held high and my anxiety at a all time low. However yesterday I felt like I got hit by a mac truck and it is taking me a while to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some excitement in my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the lack of yoga for the past 2+ weeks? My dead end of a job with super anal people? My groundhog of a day life? Lack of passion in my marriage? A midlife crisis? Or reaching my prime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are a few things that I can think of that can bring me excitement but due to the lack of time and that thing called motherhood makes it impossible.  Maybe one day when and if the situation presents itself I can find that excitement and the joy of the breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-7475365353416652444?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7475365353416652444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=7475365353416652444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7475365353416652444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7475365353416652444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2011/02/funky.html' title='Funky'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-205317829110884376</id><published>2011-01-28T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:29:03.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Take it all in.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/TUMYtz2BzoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4rKGJbYDevQ/s1600/tumblr_lfgh7gHxAM1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567320739650064002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/TUMYtz2BzoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4rKGJbYDevQ/s320/tumblr_lfgh7gHxAM1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have seen this picture on a few different things this week and I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://healthsetter.com/sound-advice/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://healthsetter.com/sound-advice/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-205317829110884376?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/205317829110884376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=205317829110884376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/205317829110884376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/205317829110884376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-it-all-in.html' title='Take it all in.....'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/TUMYtz2BzoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4rKGJbYDevQ/s72-c/tumblr_lfgh7gHxAM1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8499062106848250410</id><published>2010-11-05T09:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T12:54:59.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>All about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/TNQMsRQ52nI/AAAAAAAAAQw/OIz6xjm3Ecc/s1600/149890_458964859379_618079379_5173873_5292015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536063796633262706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/TNQMsRQ52nI/AAAAAAAAAQw/OIz6xjm3Ecc/s320/149890_458964859379_618079379_5173873_5292015_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I turned 35 on October 19th, yes 35 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is me celebrating a week later at my hubbies "work party"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what I did????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I drank a whole bottle of wine which I have not done in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It felt good even the next morning I made eggplant parm and hosted a play date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what a 35 year old does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5173842&amp;amp;id=618079379"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5173842&amp;amp;id=618079379"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-8499062106848250410?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8499062106848250410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8499062106848250410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8499062106848250410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8499062106848250410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-about-me.html' title='All about me'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/TNQMsRQ52nI/AAAAAAAAAQw/OIz6xjm3Ecc/s72-c/149890_458964859379_618079379_5173873_5292015_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-5383034625095059608</id><published>2010-10-15T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:55:30.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Would you like some cheese with that wine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jessi is in daycare from 8:00 until 4:30 and everyday I pick her up I hear what a great day Jessi had.  Well why is it that the minute we get in the car it's like the liquor store.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evelyn is in school a full day now and when I pick her up from the other babysitter it's what are we going to do? can someone come over?  I'm bored.  Constant whining........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I might start drinking at least we all will be wined up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-5383034625095059608?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5383034625095059608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=5383034625095059608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5383034625095059608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5383034625095059608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/10/would-you-like-some-cheese-with-that.html' title='Would you like some cheese with that wine.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6466228423072320081</id><published>2010-10-14T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:12:11.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>8 years and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Febuary of 2011 will be 8 years since we moved to the big ROC.  Where has the time gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Better yet when the HELL am I going to not go somewhere without mapquest directions in my hand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel very isolated in my little town because everything I do is here.  Shop, Bank, Work, Dr's. I mean why would I want to drive somewhere that would require me to keep looking at my directions or call Mike 3 times in a panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When am I going to feel at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-6466228423072320081?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6466228423072320081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6466228423072320081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6466228423072320081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6466228423072320081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/10/8-years-and-counting.html' title='8 years and counting'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3662935328470882302</id><published>2010-10-11T12:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:56:28.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I can't escape.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why am I still having panic attacks when I am on medicine?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The doctor prescribed me 20 mg and I worked my way up and when I got to the 20 mg I felt it was too much for me so I decided on the 10 mg.  Maybe the doctor was right in prescribing me the 20mg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt; for 4 days never in my life have I ever had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A side effect of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lexapro&lt;/span&gt; is night grinding / clenching which causes jaw pain which can lead to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;migraines&lt;/span&gt;.  This isn't the first time this has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; and if I continue on I am sure it will not be the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Should I change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; or should I up the anti and take the 20mg which maybe will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;eliminate&lt;/span&gt; the one off panic attack and the night clenching which is caused by stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Driving with your 2 year old in the car having a panic attack is not fun.  I wanted to go to the hospital.  :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3662935328470882302?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3662935328470882302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3662935328470882302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3662935328470882302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3662935328470882302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-escape.html' title='I can&apos;t escape.......'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-2095423996719441839</id><published>2010-10-08T10:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:24:18.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>One thing.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing that I have never done that now as I am approaching 35 years old is live by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will admit I can't even stay in my house now overnight by myself because I am scared even though I have put on my big girl panties a few times and done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know who I am kidding because when I was in my 20's I probably wouldn't have done it either.  Right now in my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amidst&lt;/span&gt; all the fucking craziness living by myself sounds wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went from mom's house to dad's house to moving in with Mike.  I cried on the day I moved out of my dad's house.  This was a HUGE DEAL.  I wasn't paying my dad $50.00 a month for "rent" anymore.   I guess sometimes you have to grow up and move out of your comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-2095423996719441839?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2095423996719441839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=2095423996719441839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2095423996719441839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2095423996719441839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-thing.html' title='One thing.......'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1343905174452142727</id><published>2010-09-05T21:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:46:30.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Many jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking with a friend the other day she told me that my husband is "deprived" of sex and that sex is part of my job as a wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How does the sex job rate in your marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just curious..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1343905174452142727?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1343905174452142727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1343905174452142727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1343905174452142727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1343905174452142727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-want-feed-back-people.html' title='Many jobs'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8842904931644074050</id><published>2010-08-31T22:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:36:07.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When your children become older you have to involve them in extra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;circular&lt;/span&gt; activities which is good because it teaches them things they can only learn by being part of a team and bad well because it is a pain in the ass and it cost money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evelyn has been in dancing going on her 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year, we have done swimming, softball and karate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While some of them are beneficial to her such as swimming and karate the others not so much hey maybe one day will see her in Radio City Music Hall as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockette&lt;/span&gt; or so you think you can dance or maybe even on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Olympic&lt;/span&gt; team for girls softball.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one particular activity that I signed her up for well I have mixed emotions about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am talking religion classes or as the church puts it "Faith Formation classes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am no way a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;practicing&lt;/span&gt; catholic nor am I a church goer.  I have baptized both my girls in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Catholic&lt;/span&gt; church and joined the parish.  Big mistake.  The church sends me an envelope every month for 4 weeks of donations or "offerings" to put in the baskets at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; mass.  You know what I do with those envelopes??????. I received a letter a few months ago from the church that was a statement billing me for construction for the new entrance way, landscaping and other crazy things.  I had to pay them $30 and Mike who does not have a religious bone in his body said you are not paying them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; church has changed so much and as all things are about the money.  When I was young my mother would take me to church and I would fall asleep then when me and my friends were old enough to go to church by ourselves we would go to church pick up the weekly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; and then take the money that our parents gave us for the basket and go and eat pizza.  Before I got married I went to church on my own for a little but then I heard things and was just totally turned off and the fact that it cost like $500 to get married in the church and the priest that married us had the balls to ask the best man for a donation.  All about the $$$$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have taken Evelyn to church quite a few times and my mom and her have gone on their own and Evelyn seems to enjoy it.  Well that all stopped and when we drive by the church Evelyn says to me "we have not been to church in awhile"  mom guilt at it's best.  If I want her to make communion next year then she has to take these classes so we opted for the family program which is one Tuesday a month. We will  and her go to the church for 1 hr and take a class watch a video, or do an activity but we will have a book to take home that we have to do weekly assignments.  Really????  I can tell you know if we have to do more work for this class then school I am raising Holy Hell.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mother and I were talking about this whole religion class and I told her you are going to be happy that I signed Evelyn up for religion class and she was and then she went on to say " I used to take you to church every fucking Sunday"  Gotta love them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Catholics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only thing that I am looking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to is spending alone time with her and letting her make her own decision about religion and church.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-8842904931644074050?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8842904931644074050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8842904931644074050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8842904931644074050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8842904931644074050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/08/holy-spirit.html' title='Holy Spirit'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1732315493561829767</id><published>2010-08-28T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:51:10.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Weekend work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike went away this weekend to NYC for his fantasy football get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; with the boys and I decided to mow the lawn to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt; him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We don't have a rider which we really need to get one and next year it is on our plan. Right now it's the good ole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Honda&lt;/span&gt; that gets the job done.  When Mike &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mows&lt;/span&gt; it takes him about 2 -2 1/2 hrs it took me two days. Hey I got the job done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a lot of work being a single mom because basically that is what I was this weekend.  You know what I can manage if something ever happen to Mike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our day went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Jessi got up at 3 am crying because of a belly ache (one to many blueberries) was up with her till 5 am.  Went back to sleep and got up at 8:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/span&gt; and then sprinkle park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Lunch and then nap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Walk/Bike ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Out for ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Baths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - BED.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder why it took me two days to mow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1732315493561829767?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1732315493561829767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1732315493561829767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1732315493561829767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1732315493561829767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend-work.html' title='Weekend work'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1166337071778144919</id><published>2010-08-27T14:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:21:21.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/THgBuwb-x8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/m3etuNlCCeg/s1600/sisters.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510156046875674562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/THgBuwb-x8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/m3etuNlCCeg/s320/sisters.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; How did I get so lucky????&lt;br /&gt;&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/934438652959689816-1166337071778144919?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1166337071778144919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1166337071778144919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1166337071778144919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1166337071778144919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/08/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/THgBuwb-x8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/m3etuNlCCeg/s72-c/sisters.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8710566137995884925</id><published>2010-08-03T12:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:02:05.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am still alive and enjoying every day anxiety free and it feels good really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have not committed myself to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ROC&lt;/span&gt; CITY MAMA because well I am committed to more important thing such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having a garage sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reading my blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;looking for daycare for Evelyn next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trying to figure out when our next camping trip will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;going to NYC for a long weekend (solo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drinking coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paying bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fixing the van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;applying band aids on boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;putting ear drops in Evelyn's swimmers ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scrubbing dirty feet in the bath tub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;buying school supplies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You get the idea......  I have been contemplating this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; future for a while and not because I don't enjoy it because I do. A successful blog is a commitment am I the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; type?    I need blogging for dummies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-8710566137995884925?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8710566137995884925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8710566137995884925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8710566137995884925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8710566137995884925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/08/commitment.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1292547993658706750</id><published>2010-07-19T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:31:48.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Summertime Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE SUMMER i mean who doesn't.  Summertime Loves for me are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;skirts, tanks, dresses, flip flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trying to be tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saying screw the wash or cleaning of the house when its a beautiful Saturday and rather enjoy the outdoors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swimming in our pool until whenever we want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swiming&lt;/span&gt; pool instead of baths for the kids, chlorine does kill germs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;being outside in our yard morning until night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sidewalk chalk filled driveways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the sound and feel of the air conditioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;windows rolled down when driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pedicured toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;having company over no matter who it is or when it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dirty floors from kids tracking through the house and not giving a care in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ice pops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evelyn's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A weekend away to NYC minus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the windows open to feel the warm summer air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite summer song of all time DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince "Summertime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easy ready time in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you love about the summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1292547993658706750?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1292547993658706750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1292547993658706750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1292547993658706750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1292547993658706750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/07/sum-sum-summertime.html' title='Summertime Loves'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-2820125826169273438</id><published>2010-06-30T21:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:25:05.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>One Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today at yoga we were doing tree pose and I usually just put my foot on the bottom part of my ankle because my balance is a little off well today I totally kicked ass and everything I did felt good so I kicked it up it up a notch and did the pose correctly where you put your foot on your opposite thigh and today I did it by one simple word. FOCUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The teacher was standing in front of me and she said to FOCUS on something that is not moving and I did. I mentioned I kicked ass right. As soon as I take my eyes off whatever I am focusing on I lose my pose. After 20 practices something clicked for me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This got me thinking about things in my life and everything that I FOCUS on moves. I am not sure if you can understand what I am getting at but I am sure a few of my readers all 3 of you can relate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How can I FOCUS on the important things to me when life constantly is one moving object?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-2820125826169273438?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2820125826169273438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=2820125826169273438&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2820125826169273438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2820125826169273438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-word.html' title='One Word'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3006807294906578479</id><published>2010-06-23T21:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:51:21.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>How am I ??</title><content type='html'>In case your wondering how I am doing........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked how well I have been feeling.  I might of have 3 days of being tired and spacey but overall I feel great.  Today I had a little bit of anxiety where I felt I could not catch my breath but it never turned into a full blown panic attack so I guess that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; notice a different in my attitude towards things especially the way I handle things with my children.  I know sad that I have to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to have patience with my kids.  That's not the case at all but they do help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be taking our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;annual&lt;/span&gt; week long trip in a week and I am trying to tell myself to pack early so I am not stressed about it and put too much thinking into it.  Oh yeah and we are having a yard sale this weekend.  Thank goodness for my friend Jen who is miss organization and I love that she is like that.  I can always count on her to help my disorganization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3006807294906578479?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3006807294906578479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3006807294906578479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3006807294906578479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3006807294906578479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-am-i.html' title='How am I ??'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-7638597693148769129</id><published>2010-06-17T18:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:09:44.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel and look like I am stoned and all I want to do is lay down but when your husband is golfing and you have two kids to feed going to bed at 7:00 is out of the question but 8:00 is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on 10 mg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lexapro&lt;/span&gt; before I got pregnant with Jessi, this time around he put me on 20 mg and the way I am feeling right now I am thinking I should be on 10mg. I am actually splitting the pills in half and taking 10 mg in the am and 10 mg in the pm so I am still getting the 20mg but gradually and maybe by Sunday I will just take one pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no focus this morning, no motivation to get up out of bed and I&lt;img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt; didn't even put make up on and wore jeans to work because you know what I did not give a FUCK what I looked like or what time I got in to work. I was also so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nauseated&lt;/span&gt; this morning I thought for sure I was going to throw up. I actually did gag in the toilet three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am volunteering at Evelyn's school from 1-3 for an outdoor event in 80 + degree day feeling like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shiat&lt;/span&gt;...... GOD HELP ME.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-7638597693148769129?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7638597693148769129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=7638597693148769129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7638597693148769129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7638597693148769129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-7919907201511910956</id><published>2010-06-16T21:53:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:55:37.513-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Today is the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have had a rough 3 days emotionally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The past few months I have been suffering from anxiety / panic attacks (&lt;em&gt;same thing I think) &lt;/em&gt;that are crippiling. I have been to the doctor and the usual was prescribed xanax, klonopin and when I have the attacks at work because 90% of the time that's when the happen I wouldn't take it because they knock me out and I would need to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor said how's the xanax working and I am like ok except I won't take it at work and he said then it's not working for you if you don't take it when you need it. I agree. I was then given an antidepressant and got it filled and it's been sitting on my counter for 2 months. Why don't I take it??? I have been suffering with some form of anxiety / depression / hormonal craziness since well into my 20's. I have been on them before and while they work wonders and to a person like me feeling normal is worth a million dollars. However I hate the transition period of sleepiness, dazed and confused and just being out of it. Once that passes its smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see my cute GYN today and when he came in the room and asked me how are you I was all tears. He said this is all hormonal and if I don't take something this can consume and ruin my life. No kidding. Today is the day we (&lt;em&gt;Mike and I ) &lt;/em&gt;decided to take this anxiety / panic/ hormonal craziness and kick it out of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need this for my family and most of all myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-7919907201511910956?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7919907201511910956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=7919907201511910956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7919907201511910956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7919907201511910956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3239513190042548417</id><published>2010-05-25T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:32:17.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I am in Mourning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching T.V shows week after week, year after year you become attached to these characters.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now I am in mourning of Jack Bauer.  After ten years of kicking ass, surviving beatings and tourture this guy has grown on me.  Kinda of made me feel safe in a weird sort of way.  Is there really a Jack Bauer out there creeping underground catching these SOB's that want to hurt us.?  I hear there is talks of a movie.  I hope so kinda of like Sex in the City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Beverly Hills 90210 was on and they graduated the same year I did I actually cried and my boyfriend at the time was making fun of me and I said to him "you don't know these people like I do" Come on that shit is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My shows are on hiatus right now and a whole new group of "great" TV  will consume my nightly hour of so I have to unwind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What TV shows do you mourn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3239513190042548417?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3239513190042548417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3239513190042548417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3239513190042548417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3239513190042548417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-in-mourning.html' title='I am in Mourning'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-5545952174982300506</id><published>2010-05-21T15:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:22:48.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessi'/><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Jessi Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/S_cjsOQJ3tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LIAvdHLaUk0/s1600/P1010863.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/S_cjsOQJ3tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LIAvdHLaUk0/s320/P1010863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473883114739195602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is your 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday and I can not imagine my life without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are smart, beautiful, helpful, funny, shy yet social, cooperative, loving and most important you are part of this family that love love loves you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All you want for your birthday is a Elmo cake and I tried to grant your one wish but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wegmans&lt;/span&gt; didn't have Elmo by himself they had one with big bird pulling Elmo and I think you will like it. If I had more time on my hands I would of baked you a cake and searched high and low for the perfect Elmo cake decorations. Sorry sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While your sister had a huge production of a 1st birthday with ponies, tons of people and a bounce castle in our yard you had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; with a few of our closest family and friends. Same goes for your 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; sissy had it at Chuck e Cheese and I wanted to just serve cake and ice cream but your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pipa&lt;/span&gt; stuck up for you and said Evelyn always gets everything. That's not true and I want you to know that because let's be honest when your 30 will you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; your early birthdays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you and Evelyn came into our bed this morning and you wanted to scoot in between us your sister said "&lt;em&gt;I get to lay next to the birthday girl, Sweet" &lt;/em&gt;she loves having a little sister and dressing you in dancing costumes and chasing you around the house however she doesn't like when you bite her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy and I contemplated on having a second baby for awhile and we are are so blessed to have you. If we could have 3 more like you we would, well I would your daddy not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU JESSI GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S You think you share a birthday with Elmo. I don't have the heart to tell you the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-5545952174982300506?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5545952174982300506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=5545952174982300506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5545952174982300506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5545952174982300506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-2nd-birthday-jessi-girl.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday Jessi Girl'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/S_cjsOQJ3tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LIAvdHLaUk0/s72-c/P1010863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1498923507680793211</id><published>2010-05-16T22:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:51:44.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Feel Good Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feel good weekend consists of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday night pizza from my favorite place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Date night watching Friday Night Lights with my friend Jen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling Evelyn's excitement for her first T-ball game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All 4 of us napping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; in one bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having movie night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waking up Sunday to sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having dinner ready at 10:30 a.m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking Evelyn shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Putting make up on Evelyn for her dancing school pictures and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;telling&lt;/span&gt; her how beautiful she looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Opening up the pop up for the first time to air it out for our first camping trip over memorial day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buying the most comfortable pair of flip flops for $6.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Showering by 6:30 so I can enjoy my night early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having a normal week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching the Survivor Finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend was full of love, life and most important family time that I never take for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1498923507680793211?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1498923507680793211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1498923507680793211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1498923507680793211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1498923507680793211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/05/feel-good-weekend.html' title='Feel Good Weekend'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1287801904618193992</id><published>2010-05-14T23:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:59:19.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Why is it when people have to take a shit at work everyone goes into one particular stall? Do they think it will smell less?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I went to the GYN this week and when he took off his gloves from checking me, do you think the garbage filled with women's juices stink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I did cut my hair shorter and when people say "It looks so cute" are they really telling me the truth? People I am 34 years old I am not cute, SEXY and BEAUTIFUL is more like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Why does this one particular women at work wear the most hideous clothes? It's 2010 you can get rid of your long ugly hair and your puke green pants with your faded black sweater and a t-shirt that is 10 sizes too big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Why do people have their facebook profile as private? They should not be on facebook if you want your shit private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Why did Casey make the top three in American Idol? It's rigged and FOX figures that all the cougars will keep watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Why is Russell still on Survivor? Do these people not see he is running things? I am team Russell so I say go all the way and you other 4 are blind asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Why doesn't my 75 year old father move by me instead of living by himself? Because he says he will be bored. REALLY?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Why is Evelyn's t-ball on Saturday morning at 9am? This is just wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Why does the church keep sending me letters saying I need to send them money because of tough economic times. WHAT???? This is why I don't go to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I love how fellow bloggers are dedicated to their blogs, Why can't I be like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1287801904618193992?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1287801904618193992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1287801904618193992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1287801904618193992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1287801904618193992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/05/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-90893003018717798</id><published>2010-05-06T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:13:06.035-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Wussing out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been pondering for a while about cutting my hair short and I don't mean up to my shoulders blunt style I mean short like between borderline dike and something sexy and sassy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have had my hair cut short before and I have had it long too and I do prefer it short but I like it long.  What to do???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sweet Evelyn just got her hair cut short short and it looks adorable. Random people compliment her on her hair but she is 5 and she can get away with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a hair appointment on Saturday and I always bring it to the table since I have been going to the same hair stylist for 4 years and I am always saying " &lt;em&gt;I want to cut my hair short" &lt;/em&gt;but I am always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wussing&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be 5 and not have a care in the world about what you hair looks like.  It's hair it grows back that is what I am trying to tell myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay tuned....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-90893003018717798?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/90893003018717798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=90893003018717798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/90893003018717798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/90893003018717798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/05/wussing-out.html' title='Wussing out'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-4270738316588137594</id><published>2010-05-05T15:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:39:48.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The girls go by the in-laws on Tuesday night and I had plans on getting an oil change so I dropped them off and went home did a few things and then as I was pulling out Mike was pulling in and I said "&lt;em&gt;Do you want to come with me" &lt;/em&gt;he said "&lt;em&gt;sure" &lt;/em&gt;so I was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We pulled into Delta Sonic and went in to the waiting area and as we were walking we had our arms around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and I was just smiling and he gave me a kiss on my head and said we are having a date.  We got a cup of coffee and sat and waited.  It was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also wanted to stop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to pick up some things for Evelyn well $196.00 later we all got something.  I love rocking the $4.00 long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cami's&lt;/span&gt; but of course I don't buy one I buy 5.  Hey when you like something and the price is $4.00 why stop at one.  I wonder why at checkout I think oh maybe I spent $100.00 and its always double.  Mike says just because things are cheap doesn't mean you buy 5.  Hey what does he know?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most Important we spent time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; without the kids and that is good sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-4270738316588137594?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4270738316588137594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=4270738316588137594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4270738316588137594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4270738316588137594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/05/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1978217999091444099</id><published>2010-05-04T11:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:29:00.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likes / Dislikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have noticed 2 things in the past 2 months and I have done nothing about it to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't like change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been going to bed late (11:30-12:00) to some that might not seem like a big deal but for this pretty face it's way past my bedtime.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to get up about 15 minutes earlier during the week.  I am up since my alarm goes off at 6:20 and I don't physically get out of the bed until 7:05-7:10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nightime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that the nice weather is here and we are outside from the minute we get home until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt; I don't have that in between time to do certain things because I want to be outside too and that limits time for inside stuff or better yet have time to myself.  When the kids go to bed between 8-8:30 I finish up loose ends and by the time I am done its 9:30 and then you know catch up on trash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Hills, Sober House, Chelsea Lately&lt;/em&gt; just to name a few its pushing 11:30. Oh yeah plus I have to squeeze in a shower somewhere because I can't get up early enough to add that in my morning r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;outine&lt;/span&gt; plus Mike and I value time to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; sitting on the couch cuddling and him telling me "&lt;em&gt;Honey you should really go to bed" &lt;/em&gt;me " &lt;em&gt;I don't want to go to bed". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Morning Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in now way shape or form a morning person.  I like to sleep, Mike likes to sleep and my kids like to sleep.  Of course the kids get up first on the weekend but during the week 4 out of the 5 days I am going into their room waking them up so we can not even rely on them to get us up early.  I think God knew to give up sleepers because they both have been like that from birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lay out clothes for everybody at night so the morning we get up and go but it sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; easier then it really is.  They need time to wake up just like everybody else and if their tired well it's not pretty.  Luckily I live less then 10 minutes from work and can leave the house at 7:40 and be to work at 8:00 which again I am lucky that my job is not a stickler for being on time because my arrival time let's just say is never 8 am because I do have to stop at the drug dealer to get my morning fix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What am I going to do next year when Evelyn starts 1st grade and its a full day and our morning routine is going to change.  SHIT I hate change.  I am going to have to get up and feed her breakfast and then she will go by my neighbors house and wait for the bus.  OH MAN I better start getting up early to get my body used to getting up.  It puts too much stress on everyone in the morning and Stress is not good.  I look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to coming to work and sitting at my desk with my coffee and then after that I am ready to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you a morning or night person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1978217999091444099?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1978217999091444099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1978217999091444099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1978217999091444099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1978217999091444099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3949943302056564319</id><published>2010-04-30T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:56:22.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have just been really really busy doing..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike had surgery - recoup time one week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bathroom renovation - one month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike away for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike away for golf trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Transitioning Jessi to a big girl bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emergency &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gallbladder&lt;/span&gt; surgery - recoup time one week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trip to the ER one week exactly after surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It might not seem like I have been busy trust me I have been.  The bathroom renovation was a real pain in the ass.  Not having a shower for one month is a big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt; with 4 people living in this house.  Trips to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; every other night was getting old real fast.  Shout out to my honey bunny and Jerry for working hard every night and weekend. Work has been crazy and I usually have some extra time to blog but that hasn't happen.  I want to post pictures but I have to download them and at night the last thing I want to do is get on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have not had a normal week in about two months and I am not kidding.  Here is to a normal, healthy rest of the year........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Missed blogging and laying it out on the line.  I have a lot of posts in minds just like I have a lot of ideas for my every day life...........TO BE CONTINUED.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3949943302056564319?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3949943302056564319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3949943302056564319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3949943302056564319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3949943302056564319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-still-around.html' title='I&apos;m still around'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6635073664562302606</id><published>2010-03-04T14:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:03:27.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike'/><title type='text'>Paging Gina Spizzeri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sit here at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sawgrass&lt;/span&gt; surgery center waiting for Mike to come out of surgery.  He has been a headache suffer for as long as I known him.  Over the last year he has been also suffering with sinus infections, sinus pressure so he bit the bullet and went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; doctor and they told him that he is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;candidate&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;septoplasty&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean his right nostril is over 90% blocked I would say he is more then a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;candidate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike has never had surgery and never been put under with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anesthesia&lt;/span&gt;.  Double YIKES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was more nervous then him (no suprise there) because the recovery is going to be no walk in the park.  He doesn't think its going to be that bad. Will see when he wakes up and feels the pain.  The doctor said you think you have a headache now wait until you wake up.  Really DOC thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He could not eat after midnight but hey I can so I packed myself a nice little lunch to take with me to eat and he brought his laptop home for me so I would have something to do for the next 2 hours plus his recovery time of 1 1/2 to 2 hrs.  Two kids fighting colds plus a husband with a busted nose = 1 house I don't want to be at this weekend.  I will be playing nurse with benefits as so Mike thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike does a lot of stuff around the house and with him out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commission&lt;/span&gt; it all falls on me.  Mike said to me I am worried because I will have to do everything, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excuse&lt;/span&gt; me who goes away for business and does everything?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ROC&lt;/span&gt; CITY Mama that's who.  He did point out to me that there is a lot of laundry to be done.  HELLO I don't do laundry that's your job.  SHIT I guess I have to step up this weekend and do my wife/mom duties to my fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was pregnant and had my herniated disk with the worst pain I ever felt in my life he was my rock I mean what man do you know would shave their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wife's&lt;/span&gt; legs, help me get dressed, put my to bed every night and sit on the toilet?  Could I do that for him????  Sometimes I doubt my willing to not be so selfish......... It's time for me to repay him for all he does for this family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S Why are there two people smoking right outside my window when it cleary says this is a no smoking facility?????  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-6635073664562302606?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6635073664562302606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6635073664562302606&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6635073664562302606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6635073664562302606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/03/paging-gina-spizzeri.html' title='Paging Gina Spizzeri'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6971475046644387403</id><published>2010-02-24T15:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:50:16.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>The Simple Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I try to make my life simple in every way possible from making dinners ahead of time to having our clothes ready at night and our daily baggage by the door so we don't forget anything and we can get up get dressed and get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why then do I struggle with so many simple things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blogging - I don't always have to post and have this long drawn out post, it could be 5 only lines why should I let this get to me?  Still have not figured out my camera and the whole downloading fuck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Relationship's&lt;/span&gt; -Dad, Mom,Brother, Friends.... some of the simplest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relationship's&lt;/span&gt; can be the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Health - I am trying on this on -.  Baby steps, Baby steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Making decisions, simple decisions - Everyday things like do I go to the store at lunch or go home to go take a #2 because I can't at work.  I know crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simple - I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-6971475046644387403?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6971475046644387403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6971475046644387403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6971475046644387403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6971475046644387403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-life.html' title='The Simple Life'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1745717011697982450</id><published>2010-02-14T20:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:21:56.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I started taking Vinyasa Yoga and I am loving it.  This Yoga is free flowing with heat.  The room is about 90 degrees with the heat blasting.  I am not one to sweat but man does it feel good.  It feels good on your skin, muscles and just puts you in this euphoric place for 1 hr and 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am comparing Yoga to church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yoga classes are on schedules just like church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have to pay for Yoga classes just like church you need to pay with your donation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Downward facing dog is the main pose of Yoga just like saying amen in church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Yoga you are with these people you don't know concentrating on their breath sweating like they have just been dipped in holy water being baptized as if we were in church or offering the sign of peace.  Too intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yoga class feels good just like going to church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At then end of Yoga class you have the cool down or "the end of the practice".  I experience the cleansing, emotional, inspirational, relax feeling like I do when I go to church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now if I went to church with Yoga who knows how I would feel?  I notice a change in myself with this Yoga experience in my mind and body.  I am doing this for myself and my well being and for that I am so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1745717011697982450?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1745717011697982450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1745717011697982450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1745717011697982450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1745717011697982450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1844354661431672142</id><published>2010-02-10T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:56:15.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Marvelous Monday</title><content type='html'>I love when Monday starts off great, it sets a precedent for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was a normal day steady throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemade chicken soup was made on Sunday for dinner so all I had to do was heat on the stove and boil some macaroni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down as a family for dinner as we usually do enjoying our soup and Evelyn saying how she loves the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered by 7 and kids in bed by 7:50 and then sitting with my hubby on the couch watching our favorite Monday night shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bed by 9:20 with my hubby to watch 24.  Hubby never comes to bed with me especially at 9:20.  Sleeping by 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be more Marvelous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1844354661431672142?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1844354661431672142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1844354661431672142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1844354661431672142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1844354661431672142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/02/marvelous-monday.html' title='Marvelous Monday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1668825412802990019</id><published>2010-02-02T13:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:18:28.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Feel Good February</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This month is going to be good. I just feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been feeling great now that the lady friend has passed. Mike and I went out Saturday night to his work party and while I was the DD I still had a great time oh yeah and looked smoking hot as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been doing YOGA and I have never felt better. I love how my mind and body both feel and Mike is reaping the benefits from it. He even notices a difference and said to keep doing the YOGA. Hint Hint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got Evelyn's very first report card and I know its only kindergarten but it makes me feel good when the teacher has nothing but good things to say about your child and how well she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;participates&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; along with everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a 1 hr massage on Saturday there are no words to describe a 1 hr massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evelyn's first father/daughter dance this Friday. Mike and her are both excited. Can't wait to see her in her pretty purple dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know a lot of people who are having birthday's this month including my mother. I feel good when I send people cards and Hallmark loves it to. I am a valued member of their store. Even with a $7.00 coupon I still spent $38.00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It feels good to see summer clothes in the store. I LOVE summer clothes. I feel good knowing that summer is not to far off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Valentines Day is approaching and I am going to bask in the day with all my love bugs in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bought tickets to see Daugherty on June 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ALways&lt;/span&gt; fun to go to a Saturday night concert. Consider it Date Night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you feel good about this month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S having a problem with downloading the pics to the computer. I feel I need to share some pics. It's been a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1668825412802990019?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1668825412802990019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1668825412802990019&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1668825412802990019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1668825412802990019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/02/feel-good-february.html' title='Feel Good February'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1813848297098166219</id><published>2010-01-28T11:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:55:56.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Babies on the BRAIN</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t seems that everyone around me either had a baby in the past week or is due any day and it has put baby thoughts in my brain big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I posted a comment on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; the other day as disappointed and of course I get the the normal reaction from everyone why?????? I was not honest about the real reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is totally going to sound &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; and I am even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; for saying it but it seems like every month when I get my lady friend I am disappointed. We are not trying in any way shape or form, we use protection every time so why would I even think the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; of me being pregnant. I know crazy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike is against having another baby and his reasons are legit but I don't care well I have to care because I kinda of need him to be along with the whole getting pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had great pregnancies both times. With Evelyn I cried every day like someone was murdered and with Jessi it was going great until I had the whole herniated disk issue which made my last 4 1/2 months miserable because I was in so much pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have had very good babies from the start great sleepers I mean honestly we have never had a night where we were up all night or every hour.  The few times they did get up we get all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; and Mike is like people do this every night.  We like our sleep so this is a major concern of ours well mine since Mike is not even thinking of a 3rd baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I totally hated being pregnant but loved the whole labor and delivery and I think if I had a chance to do it again I might try it without drugs or even a water birth.  After being home from work last Friday with my sweet Evelyn because of her stomach watching 3 episodes of TLC Baby Story doesn't help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once Jessi was born I felt so complete and so in love and knew that she belonged in our family.  The love we have for the girls is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;undescribea&lt;img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;ble&lt;/span&gt; and the love the girls have for each other can only be said as amazing and perfect.  Only sisters can have a certain bond that is unbreakable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a very hard decision to make I mean its not something you can say Oh wait I change my mind.  Only time will tell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now we are content with our family and feel very fortunate to have been blessed with healthy and happy children.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1813848297098166219?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1813848297098166219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1813848297098166219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1813848297098166219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1813848297098166219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/01/babies-on-brain.html' title='Babies on the BRAIN'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1683193163400714720</id><published>2010-01-23T22:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:35:57.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family time'/><title type='text'>Saturday Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is 10:08 and me and the hubby are sitting on the couch watching the Jersey Shore reunion when we should be having a party that we had plan to throw at the house in honor of Mike's 32&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday, however our sweet Evelyn had other plans and caught the 24 hour stomach bug yesterday.  I never saw her so sick.  In her 5 + years I can count on one hand how many times she threw up.  Yesterday she might of broken her record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luckily Evelyn woke up feeling like a million bucks which was a great way to start off the day.  I wanted to go to the mall to get something and was going to let Mike sleep in but he decided to join us which was great and we had the most wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the mall  we hit the apple store to check out the MAC. The problem with Mike and I is he always has the positives to say about purchases and me being the money person at the house can not justify spending that kind of money.  It's a good thing we didn't make that purchase because Mike took the car to Monroe since my breaks were grinding.  Today could of been an expensive day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taco salad for dinner, chocolate chips cookies for dessert, a session of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mario&lt;/span&gt; kart on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;, putting the girls to bed in the same room since Evelyn asked to sleep in Jessi's room and a million laughs in between.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think today &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; made up for not having a much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anticipated&lt;/span&gt; "adult" party.  You can always reschedule a party but a day with the family is priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S I am using the laptap again from Mike's job.  He suprised me and brought it home for me.  Gotta love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1683193163400714720?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1683193163400714720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1683193163400714720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1683193163400714720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1683193163400714720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-special.html' title='Saturday Special'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6293831638128565345</id><published>2010-01-21T15:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:05:03.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Miss</title><content type='html'>I miss my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family in NYC&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feel of summer&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bar days&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of a first kiss with that someone special&lt;br /&gt;I miss my non responsibility days&lt;br /&gt;I miss the hustle and the bustle&lt;br /&gt;I miss my first apartment&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way I felt on my wedding day&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of giving birth&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of seeing someone for the first time when you have been missing them&lt;br /&gt;I miss Friday Night Lights (Tim Riggins especially)&lt;br /&gt;I miss when driving in the car to hang out was cool&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of not having a car payment&lt;br /&gt;I miss my babies faces when I am at work&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling of being on stage when I used to be in dancing&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Honda Civic ( my first new car)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the giddy girl feeling of being in high school and in love with that certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you miss?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-6293831638128565345?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6293831638128565345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6293831638128565345&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6293831638128565345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6293831638128565345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss.html' title='I Miss'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8223131064364600516</id><published>2010-01-16T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:39:24.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Saturday Night Scene</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday night @ 11.52 p.m and have had a very long day but right now I am sitting in bed with my hubby next to me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;codie&lt;/span&gt; under the blankets and Psychic Kids children of the paranormal on the t.v.  What a way to end a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in my glory right now because I am blogging on a laptop in bed which I have been wanting to do for so long. I am easy to please.  I don't have a laptop and really want one because after a long day I would love to sit in bed and blog about my thoughts and opinions of the day.  I am using Mike's laptop from work. He is traveling for work on Monday through Thursday and needed the laptop.  I am not sure if blogging on his work computer is the right thing to do but who cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting laptop friendly on the computer takes a while.  The whole mouse thing and typing is a little tricky for me.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I won't become friends with the laptop because it doesn't belong to us.  I mean we should probably get one because well I want one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am in my glory right now I will tell you about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out of bed at 8:15 that doesn't mean I was up at 8:15, If I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; correctly I think I was woken up at 7:00 or so and I really wanted to sleep today but the kiddies had other plans.  Usually on the weekend they tend to sleep in.  Sunday's are usually their sleep in day.  Here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up a half of box of cereal due to my messy Jessi  I got ready to start my list of errands.  Evelyn and I ventured out and of course my sweet Evelyn had to put her party dress on to go to the store even though the party that we were going to wasn't until 4 she wanted to be ready at 11:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned something at Dress Barn that I got for Christmas and got a $51.99 credit which I am happy about.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;' know if I will ever use it maybe will wait for the summer and buy me a nice summer dress.  We went next store to Old Navy and the have a kick ass clearance section.  I purchased a few things for my self for $1.49 and I am talking a shirt and some tank tops.  I love when I get a sale.  I want to know why these stores have out summer stuff ????  Bathing suits already.  Evelyn of course is getting impatient so I took her home gave her some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;motrin&lt;/span&gt; and told her to have some quiet time because she has been under the weather and if she didn't lay down there was no party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came to visit this weekend so she was taking care of Jessi while Mike did his weekend job called the laundry.  Came in the house and was home for 10 minutes and was out the door.  I purchased myself a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts coffee and hit up the Hallmark store.  I could spend hours in the Hallmark store.  They have these little books with such touching subjects and I was skimming through a few as tears are coming down my face.  I loved the one about sisters.  I am so glad that my girls have a sister.  I buy cards when I read them and they touch me and save them for a rainy day or just keep them.  I am a high valued customer at Hallmark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the craft store because I have this project in mind that I want to do for Mike's birthday on Friday.  I was looking in the store trying to find the main thing for the project and I didn't see it and now I am getting hot and bothered.  I finally asked someone and she said no they didn't have it so I had something else that I was going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; with but I wasn't happy so I said FUCK it dropped my basket and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NY &amp;amp; CO since I had a coupon for 25% off because you know that is how they sucker you in.  I saw this really nice jumpsuit and I was thinking to my self man you have to be really skinny since this thing will probably show every &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;dimple &lt;/span&gt;and cranny hey I know I can buy a spank type thing at Dress Barn and then try it on.  That's an idea......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 3:15 got ready and then back out the door at 4 to go to the party.  Returned home at 7:30 and felt guilty since I really didn't spend time with Jessi today.  After I did my motherly duties with Jessi I then went grocery shopping at 10 p.m.  This is my new favorite time to shop there is no one in the store.  Just me and the floor buffer.  I like to have my Sunday's free to do stuff around the house and prepare meals for the week so when I come home all I have to do is stick it in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after 35 minutes on this lame ass post Mike is sleeping with his glasses still on and remote in hand.  That's typical Mike.  I might be a pro on this laptop thing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even reading this before I send it out because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Nobody reads it&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am tired and I just don't want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-8223131064364600516?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8223131064364600516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8223131064364600516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8223131064364600516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8223131064364600516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-night-scene.html' title='Saturday Night Scene'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-5821018085114365425</id><published>2010-01-11T16:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:18:23.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>When your 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be the first to admit I am not a fan of country music but this Taylor Swift song really hit a soft spot with me. I mean can you really consider her country???  The 2nd time I heard it I was crying like a fool and the 10th and 11th time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The emotions of when I was 15 year old in 9th going to 10th grade just came caving in on me and first heartbreaks, losing my virginity, loving a boy in high school thinking we belong together even in my 30's, moving from NYC to east bum fuck Prattsburgh was tough.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think the reason this song triggers emotions in me is the feeling of being 15 again.  Going to school, cheer leading, smoking weed, drinking when your not supposed to, getting all dressed up to go to the dance at school.  I mean I still do those things but with a lot more responsibility.  A full time job, 2 kids, a mortgage you know 35 year old stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I look back and the road from 15-35 was an enjoyable yet scary at times but I am here and here's to another 15 years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S I am not 35 yet it just sounds better in this post then 34.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-5821018085114365425?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5821018085114365425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=5821018085114365425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5821018085114365425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5821018085114365425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-your-15.html' title='When your 15'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-129761969596112229</id><published>2010-01-06T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:59:04.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday time'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's January 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I am finally getting to post a New Year's post....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all went to NYC to visit the family and while it is always nice to see family and friends it's always nice to come home.  Part of me is torn when I leave and I am always sad and usually cry because I am leaving my "home".  NYC is where I grew up, lived my bar/party days, had a first serious boyfriend, got married, had a baby.  I always think is this the last time that I will see my dad?  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never made it to 12 and I don't know how to feel about that.  What used to be my favorite holiday getting dressed up and doing the town has now transformed to being in bed with my 5 year old at 9:30 and that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I think.  We did wake up right after the New Year since the phone rang and then we heard fireworks so we went downstairs and wished my dad and hubby a Happy New Year and headed back to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talking with Evelyn before we fell asleep I explained to her about New Year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;resolution's&lt;/span&gt; and what they mean and I told her that mine is to be a better parent and not yell and she said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; was to be a better kid and listen.  That shit just melts your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the New Year I want to be the best parent that I can be and not lose my cool, be pain free in my back, not stress over money and the little stuff and live life to the fullest and enjoy every minute with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-129761969596112229?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/129761969596112229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=129761969596112229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/129761969596112229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/129761969596112229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3260481651940347528</id><published>2009-12-20T14:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:10:45.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy 1 year ROC City Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My first blog post was Dec 18, 2008 while I said I wanted 100 posts to mark my one year anniversary I was short by one. OH well.  This is my 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post and it feels good.  After months of debating last year if I should do a blog I finally bit the bullet and did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hooked on reading other peoples blogs and while mine is not that fancy compared to theirs I am proud that I decided on this.  My terrific husband encouraged me to do it and I can always count on him for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now as I am writing this its Sunday at 3 pm and Mike and the girls are napping and I am sitting here in peace and quiet with a nice cup of coffee and the only background noise is the dishwasher running and I love it.  I want to have this time daily which is a far fetched reality with a full time job, two kids and a house to take care of for blogging.  I want to sit and reflect on things and write about them.  I always feel rushed with everything and I don't like that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year is approaching and this is my favorite holiday to remember the year I just lived and to look forward to the next and how I can do things better for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3260481651940347528?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3260481651940347528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3260481651940347528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3260481651940347528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3260481651940347528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-1-year-roc-city-mama.html' title='Happy 1 year ROC City Mama'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6693675717539199141</id><published>2009-12-16T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:25:13.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Boobs 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what drives me crazy?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women who do not wear the correct bra.  I must confess I used to be one of these ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women who do not wear the correct bras drive me crazy.  How do you not know that your boobs are sagging down to your knees or your eyes are black from them bouncing as you walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you not seen the Oprah episode years ago????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on ladies get with it.  Support the troops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SymIMaVqspI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tjTxLeUi2NQ/s1600-h/P1010123.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SymIMaVqspI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tjTxLeUi2NQ/s320/P1010123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416009773699740306" 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/934438652959689816-6693675717539199141?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6693675717539199141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6693675717539199141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6693675717539199141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6693675717539199141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/12/boobs-101.html' title='Boobs 101'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SymIMaVqspI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tjTxLeUi2NQ/s72-c/P1010123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-7095236440203750381</id><published>2009-12-05T13:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:28:43.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Working Mom Guilt</title><content type='html'>This week for some reason I have been experiencing the working mom guilt and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am feeling unorganized at home, work is super duper busy, holidays are coming and feeling overwhelmed with that.  I am not quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the in the 4 years that I have been working at my job I have never experienced a work load like this.  I can handle it, that's not what I am complaining about. I think working all day under a micro managing, dysfunctional, poorly managed company, incompetent people in positions that should not where they are makes for a long day sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to bring work home but lately I have been and taking it out on my family and I don't like that at all. Why should I bring the bullshit home when they don't really care about me and if I died tomorrow my job would still be there even though it would be hard to replace me.  My priorities are my family and making sure my kids are taken care of but when we get home at 7 o'clock and have to eat dinner, shower and get ready for bed yeah I have guilt over this because its seems like I only see them for an hour and yet I am rushing to get the to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike tells me that I am not cut out to be a stay at home mom and really I don't think I am either but some days I want to be when the guilt takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day when I pick them up I put a smile on my face.  How could you not????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SyVAUeWi9PI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dL5wz1N2_uw/s1600-h/P1010637.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SyVAUeWi9PI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dL5wz1N2_uw/s320/P1010637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414804847472080114" 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/934438652959689816-7095236440203750381?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7095236440203750381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=7095236440203750381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7095236440203750381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7095236440203750381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/12/working-mom-guilt.html' title='Working Mom Guilt'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SyVAUeWi9PI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dL5wz1N2_uw/s72-c/P1010637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-7279749750270431455</id><published>2009-12-02T16:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:09:22.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Find your own idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a huge fan of Troy Dunn and The Locator on the WE network.  I cry watching every episode.  People come to Troy asking help to find a lost family member.  Parents who gave up their child for adoption or the adoptee looking for the birth parent.  Siblings separated for whatever reason, it just gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. Mike says if you watch one you seen them all kinda of like A&amp;amp;E's Intervention when people shooting up drugs he's a guy and I tell him it's the story behind it that is what gets me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I saw my sister for the first time at the age of 21 that could of easily been my episode and it would of been the most watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week ABC has a new show called Find my Family.  You friggin copy cats, this pisses me off you have no idea and I will not even give them the time of day and watch.  I hope the ratings flop and the show is not successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-7279749750270431455?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7279749750270431455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=7279749750270431455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7279749750270431455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7279749750270431455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/12/find-your-own-idea.html' title='Find your own idea'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-5585699409353178932</id><published>2009-11-28T20:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:16:48.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>LACK OF TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The title says it all..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Writing posts when I want too.  I was doing them at work but since I have been really busy I have no time. When I come home at night the last thing I want to do is get on the computer  and blog but maybe to check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noticing last week that on Dec 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008 was my first blog entry and this is my 96&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post so I am hoping I find the time to write 100 posts by then. That's only 4 more and I am going to make the time to do this because it would mean a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have Evelyn make homemade Christmas presents for the special people in her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get my Lip waxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make a hair appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Send out Thanksgiving cards with Evelyn's school pictures. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;totally missed this one, they will go out with Christmas cards note to self)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go to the bank and pay a bill.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give thanks to all the things in my life that I am most thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to the emergency room on Thanksgiving eve at midnight because, well that is when I could fit it in.  Diagnosis acute gastritis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cooking 2-3 meals on Sunday that will last the week because when I come home from work I rather spend my time with the kids then cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The basket of clothes that needs to be put away in Evelyn's room and one last drawer of summer clothes that also needs to be taken care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking in the closets knowing they need to be organized and saying I will do it later because I don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did however find time to sleep from 3:30 p.m. on Thanksgiving until 8 am the next morning and also enjoying  every minute of putting our 2 trees up with Mike, Evelyn and Jessi.  I became so emotional that I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say that in my lack of time my anxiety level would be at an all time high but since I take an "anxiety" pill at bedtime it has really helped me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can handle things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shout out to my wonderful husband who helps m proof read my blogs.  My grammer SUCKS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-5585699409353178932?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5585699409353178932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=5585699409353178932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5585699409353178932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5585699409353178932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/11/lack-of-time.html' title='LACK OF TIME'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-4446005574367455421</id><published>2009-11-12T15:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:16:07.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likes / Dislikes'/><title type='text'>One Day Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am infatuated with celebs well I wouldn't say infatuated just intrigued and curious on who is banging who.  I mean how can you not be when you have the gossip magazines, nightly shows and internet sites galore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What makes these celebs so desirable???  I mean big deal they sing, act in a movie or are somehow famous because they made a sex tape and wind up making millions.  Plain and simple this is your job.  You don't see the paparazzi following me around because I go to work and do my job.  Why is my job of less importance.  I do know that you can hire people to follow you around like the paparazzi so other people will think your someone of importance.  I think that would be a great birthday present for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be desirable just for a day and be followed by crazed fans and for that crazes photographer to get that money shot of me maybe getting out of car with no undies or smoking a cig while giving oral to Justin Timberlake.  I want to have a stylist, personal trainer, personal assistant, personal anything, you name it I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will just dream about it and for now enjoy my own paparazzi shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvzK58ASzgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4VBXn3r00FI/s1600-h/P1010500.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvzK58ASzgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4VBXn3r00FI/s320/P1010500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403416749646466562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvzLnKf5yoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vAi48lyb_vs/s1600-h/P1010495.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvzLnKf5yoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vAi48lyb_vs/s320/P1010495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403417526631254658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvzMlk-0izI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ssk9OhDnLgU/s1600-h/Carved+%5B1053818880%5D.jpeg"&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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvzMlk-0izI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ssk9OhDnLgU/s320/Carved+%5B1053818880%5D.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403418598892145458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-4446005574367455421?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4446005574367455421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=4446005574367455421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4446005574367455421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4446005574367455421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-day-only.html' title='One Day Only'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvzK58ASzgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4VBXn3r00FI/s72-c/P1010500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-9153541987802122122</id><published>2009-11-06T20:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:00:33.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sisterly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Growing up I never had a sister and I think every girl should have one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvTJ0n57nnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ehd8hgCk8ik/s1600-h/P1010590.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvTJ0n57nnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ehd8hgCk8ik/s320/P1010590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401163759026413170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvTJfjlN7MI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SCcLxL5znHk/s1600-h/P1010541.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvTJfjlN7MI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SCcLxL5znHk/s320/P1010541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401163397088537794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come to find out that I had a sister my whole life and never met her until I was 21 years old. While I missed out on the first 21 years I cherish everyday after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvTKVeRk5jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/m5qnKkO72Dk/s1600-h/100_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvTKVeRk5jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/m5qnKkO72Dk/s320/100_1670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401164323376916018" 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/934438652959689816-9153541987802122122?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/9153541987802122122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=9153541987802122122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/9153541987802122122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/9153541987802122122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-up-i-never-had-sister-and-i.html' title='Sisterly Love'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SvTJ0n57nnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ehd8hgCk8ik/s72-c/P1010590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-797012656586102146</id><published>2009-10-28T16:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:04:47.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a registered ORGAN DONOR.  YIKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to renew my license and I signed the box so now when I get my new license it will have a little heart.  I thought about doing this a while ago but was scared thinking I signed my death certificate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Realizing that there are so many people out there who need transplants and die because of it makes be feel that I can leave my mark on the world even when I am six feet under.  If I can help just one person that would be great.  Problem is after years of smoking, drinking and drugging not sure what shape their in.  Oh well not for me to worry I won't need them where I will be going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I read blogs about kids who have had transplants and the fight they go through after transplant is crazy and what the family goes through as well.  Even if you have a transplant you still are fighting for your life.  Is it worth it??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-797012656586102146?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/797012656586102146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=797012656586102146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/797012656586102146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/797012656586102146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8068023173551047226</id><published>2009-10-23T09:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:31:28.053-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Cliff notes for future blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are so many thing I want to blog about but just don't have the time so I will give you a little tease and maybe I will go into it a little deeper one day.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What type of mother am I? Now that Evelyn is in school I will come across all types of mothers wanting to set up play dates, school parties blah blah blah. Save it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I am a working mother so keep you cookie cutting, class mothering, I have time for everything BULLSHIT (&lt;em&gt;wow that was mean&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evelyn's first official play date after school which meant I had to write a note to the school that she could ride the bus home with so and so.  It was really a big deal for all involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evelyn losing her first tooth on 10/20 and her first experience with the tooth fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me turning 34 on 10/19 and how that makes me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are people really who they seem on there blogs? I have an issue with this but I won't go there because I don't want to blow any body up or give them the credit they deserve (&lt;em&gt;wow that was mean too because seceretly I want my blog to me really nice too with bells and whistles and have it mean something)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole flu / H1N1 hype. I think it is a conspiracy. Watch I will probably die from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah me being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hypochondriac&lt;/span&gt;. It it's not a brain tumor it's a blood clot in my leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The thought of spending money on Christmas presents has me a little worked up but I am not stressing on it or what to get everybody because I always buy good gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Behind the music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;episode&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt;1 of 50 cent, I must say it was good. (&lt;em&gt;yeah I am part gangsta)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two of my favorite people coming to visit this weekend for a belated birthday bash even though not feeling that good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling guilty when I take off of work but still send the kids to day care (&lt;em&gt;back to bullet one on what type of mother am I?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People that are all about themselves and do not listen to one thing you say because the next day they say "when did this or that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;" I told you yesterday asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Realizing I can be a mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Biatch&lt;/span&gt; and that is perfectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must say that I feel pretty good about this post since I know I will not dedicate the time I want to for future posts on these topics so this works for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-8068023173551047226?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8068023173551047226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8068023173551047226&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8068023173551047226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8068023173551047226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/10/cliff-notes-for-future-blogs.html' title='Cliff notes for future blogs'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-7121579862736298476</id><published>2009-10-13T09:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:58:28.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Where does the time go??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leaving work yesterday in my winter jacket made me think the following.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feels like yesterday that I was wearing a bathing suit swimming in the pool now I am wearing a winter coat, trading sun tan lotion for hat and gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting winter stuff around when I was just buying summer clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Closing the pool and getting the yard ready for winter when we were just playing baseball, jumping on the trampoline, swimming in the pool and eating outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to open house at school and signing up for parent/teacher conference when we just picking out her first day of school outfit and seeing her get on the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Planning birthday parties and now buying Christmas presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wearing my beautiful wedding dress and marrying my best friend 7 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deciding to move to Rochester and it will be 5 years in Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deciding to have a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; baby and she is now 17 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My 34 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday when it feels like yesterday I was out in the clubs till 5 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time flies by and it's sad especially as you get older and your kids grow up so fast when it feels like yesterday they were babies swaddled in their cribs.  Enjoy every second of your life (now if I can only practice what I preach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-7121579862736298476?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7121579862736298476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=7121579862736298476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7121579862736298476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7121579862736298476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go??'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-2939367995112826558</id><published>2009-10-09T14:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:53:25.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likes / Dislikes'/><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been a while since I wrote a list and I am having list &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt; it might get out of hand. Please note they are in no particular order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wegmans&lt;/span&gt; grocery store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite TV shows - I have a new one GLEE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; need to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reading blogs of my blogging peers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday mornings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pay checks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Greeting cards in the mail especially from my Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sending out greeting cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Homemade gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instant Messaging my brother all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuddling on the couch with the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jessi saying "mama mama"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evelyn saying " I missed you today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Mike cooks his signature meals &lt;em&gt;ex. french toast, dirty rice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fajitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our new pop up camper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My pictures on my desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My crazy house on the weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The girls excited when I say " Daddy's Home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saying "the girls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eating dinner as a family even if its mac and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking in Evelyn's back pack every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saying to Evelyn " tomorrow is a home day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Making lists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being nosey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starting my Christmas shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having the money to do shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our 7 year anniversary on the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My 34 birthday on the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (shit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clearance section at all stores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Working hard at kicking my bad habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday calls with my sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting my hair done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Putting things on the bottom of my shopping cart and "forgetting" they are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking about what to blog about next.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-2939367995112826558?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2939367995112826558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=2939367995112826558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2939367995112826558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2939367995112826558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things....'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-7856899777758770272</id><published>2009-10-06T20:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:25:48.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike'/><title type='text'>What's gonna work?  TEAM WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;There is no I in team and Mike and I are a team a great team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because we never say that's your job or this is my job except when we are busting balls well me busting his balls because I don't have any. We just do certain things and we know that is what we do to make our team run smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one man is down it kinda of screws up the play by play. Mike was sick and stayed in bed on Sunday until 3 pm. OUCH. That means that I went to the store with both kids and Evelyn decided to do shopping instead of the kids play area. I had to bring the bags into the house by myself and put everything away by myself. Mike usually puts the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;groceries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cook dinner and give the kids a bath, Mike cleans up.  Guess who did the cleaning up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might sound like a spoiled little bitch and you know what who cares?  My man gets things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I did the laundry too.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; &lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-7856899777758770272?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7856899777758770272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=7856899777758770272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7856899777758770272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7856899777758770272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-gonna-work-team-work.html' title='What&apos;s gonna work?  TEAM WORK'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6114091827816225057</id><published>2009-09-27T20:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:43:31.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Listen very carefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I got my Ipod for mother's day I was happy and pissed at the same time. Happy because I wanted one and pissed because he spent the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months later and I just love the thing. It makes my walks way more enjoyable or sometimes when I am working and I am annoyed and can't stand to listen to people around me I just pop in the ear plugs and tune the world out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I love about listening to music on my Ipod is that all you hear are the lyrics to the songs and nothing else.  When I listen to the radio in the car where really is the only other place I listen to music you have all this background noise so you can't really focus on the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have fell in love with so many songs because I really, really listen to what they are saying and the songs just put me in a different mood depending on the genre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next time your in a zone listening to your ipod really listen and appreciate every word to your favorite song and you will be suprised at what the words really are instead of thinking they were something else.  I know I did.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-6114091827816225057?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6114091827816225057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6114091827816225057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6114091827816225057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6114091827816225057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/09/listen-very-carefully_27.html' title='Listen very carefully'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-2875254002143847878</id><published>2009-09-21T14:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:08:07.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Simple Sunday's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday was the most beautiful day. Warm and sunny but not quite like summer yet you can smell fall in the air. I love when Sunday's are simple and here are my reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Kids enjoying playing outside not knowing that winter is around the corner and they will soon have cabin fever like the rest of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grocery shopping with my babies, one in Wkids for some coloring and video games and the little one with mama sampling all the free goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;House cleaned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clean sheets for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner made for Sunday and Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Catching up on "&lt;em&gt;The Locator" &lt;/em&gt;while Jessi is sleeping, Mike mowing and Evelyn playing next door and can here everything because my windows are open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bike riding as a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Early dinner = Early baths = Early bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sound of Mike reading to Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoying Simple days like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-2875254002143847878?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2875254002143847878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=2875254002143847878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2875254002143847878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2875254002143847878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-sundays.html' title='Simple Sunday&apos;s'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3217845062123919931</id><published>2009-09-18T22:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:07:57.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>What If ???????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I read all sorts of blogs and there are 3 that I really could not fathom going through what these parents are going through. Losing a child before they reached 2, living in an out of a hospital due to your child having a transplant on 3 different organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn complained of a headache on Tuesday morning and I thought that was odd because she never in her 5 years said she had a headache.  Wednesday she fainted and I became concerned, why and how does a 5 year old faint???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took her to the doctor within 1 1/2 hours of her fainting.  Blood pressure, pulse were good and the grounds of her eyes were fine.  The doctor wanted me to go get blood and a EKG.  Luckily I live in an area where we have a top children's  hospital.  I took her to the heart center which was like a blood lab, they have several stations doing EKG's.  My doctor told me that they do 150 EKG's a day.  We were in and out in 10 minutes and then we went to the blood lab and all hell broke loose.  She did it and I was so very proud.  I bribed her with a stop at the gift shop and she was not having it.  Poor thing cried for 45 minutes after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting in the waiting room of the heart center I see pictures of kids on the wall and a baby and her mom walked in and the baby had a feeding tube up her nose taped to her face and all I can think is how lucky I feel to have two healthy babies.  But why am I here?  Is this something that I should be concerned about?  I am the type of person that always thinks negative and never positive.  I am working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the results today and EKG and blood are fine so that is defiantly great news.  It's so hard to determine what could of happen???  or what if this or what if that????  I can't live my life thinking that way because it's not going to get me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been fine and I keep asking her how she feels and does she have a headache.  I find myself checking on her several times before I go to bed.  It's weird because with this little brush with what if has me totally re-thinking how I act as a mother. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3217845062123919931?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3217845062123919931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3217845062123919931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3217845062123919931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3217845062123919931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if.html' title='What If ???????'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-510011874924634367</id><published>2009-09-13T20:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:55:57.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><title type='text'>Another Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was Evelyn's official first day of school.  Even if it's only for 2 1/2 hrs a day it's a milestone in her life that will never again happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a time in her life where she will make friendships that might last her into adulthood. I still have several friends that I met in kindergarten. My first crush was a boy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; till this day I thought I was going to marry him.  Not the case. One of my favorite teachers was my kindergarten teacher. She will learn so many things that will mold her for the next 13 years of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was so excited to ride the bus to school I think more then actually going to school. Thursday was a perfect day sun was shining and I could not of felt more blessed to have my husband and doting father standing next to me while we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; Evelyn &amp;amp; Jessi play at day care. Bridget has done so much with Evelyn to get her ready for school and we are so lucky to have her in our lives, she cares about our kids and amazes me everyday and I could not think of anyone different I would want watching our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are patiently waiting for the bus to arrive, we see it pulling around the corner and I said this is it and she is jumping up and down saying "I am just so excited" and starts running for the bus. I said "get back here give me a kiss and a hug" and when I was hugging her my eyes filled up and I said " I am so proud of you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike wanted to go to the school to see her get off the bus so there we are standing there waiting for her to get off the bus the only two parents there I don't know if this is weird or not. She makes her grand appearance off  the bus just looks at us smiles and goes about her business. I love that about her. Miss Independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course we took pictures but when we went to download them our memory card fried so we have no pictures and that just plain SUCKS.  No picture can beat the memory I will have in my head of my first born running to the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What will this school year bring for Evelyn?????  Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-510011874924634367?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/510011874924634367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=510011874924634367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/510011874924634367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/510011874924634367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-milestone.html' title='Another Milestone'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-4179763367608807618</id><published>2009-09-04T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:48:15.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>My heart is heavy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am feeling sad and my heart hurts for reasons I don't want to get into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate this feeling because things that are chosen for you are for a reason and I accept that but I want to be the one that it is chosen for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am grateful for everything in my life, I truly am but it's only human to want more and right now I am feeling human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking foward to a great weekend with my wonderful happy, healthy and perfect family and hopefully the weight of emotions that I am feeling will be lifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to self:  Shake it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-4179763367608807618?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4179763367608807618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=4179763367608807618&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4179763367608807618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4179763367608807618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-heart-is-heavy.html' title='My heart is heavy'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3094642944473784673</id><published>2009-09-02T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:20:47.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Emotional Places</title><content type='html'>One of my emotional spots hands down is the airport.  I have been flying since high school traveling back and forth from NYC to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ROC&lt;/span&gt; and back.  In my time spent at the airport over the years I have experienced many things whether I have been in arrivals, departures or 15,000 feet in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of waiting for my Dad and friends to arrive when they visit and to see them pop around the bend and we hug and kiss tears well in my eyes because at that time I am just so happy to see them and knowing they made is safe.  Dropping off is another emotion of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; because I don't want them to leave and not knowing when we will see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; again makes me feel bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has flown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; for work and for him its not a big deal since he doesn't have a fear of flying but knowing when we drop him off that anything can happen and for that second when I think about it I become overwhelmed.  There is nothing like getting that phone call saying "Honey we landed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken a few trips to NYC by myself and the feeling that I have 2 whole days to myself is great and I am so happy to get on that plane (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xanax&lt;/span&gt; in hand of course) and landing in the big NYC is comforting.  Getting on the plane to come home is a whole different game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sad - I am leaving a place I love and people I love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nervous - I want to arrive safely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anxious - I want to see my family that I missed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realistic - I have a family and its back to reality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy - When my family is waiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tired - From a weekend of fun and being on a emotional roller coaster for the past hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3094642944473784673?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3094642944473784673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3094642944473784673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3094642944473784673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3094642944473784673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/09/emotional-places.html' title='Emotional Places'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-5159138299637950369</id><published>2009-08-26T22:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:19:45.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessi'/><title type='text'>In my sister's shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SpXtDhl7TlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/coY5ASIfzPo/s1600-h/P1010242.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SpXtDhl7TlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/coY5ASIfzPo/s320/P1010242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374462375149391442" 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/934438652959689816-5159138299637950369?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5159138299637950369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=5159138299637950369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5159138299637950369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5159138299637950369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-my-sisters-shoes.html' title='In my sister&apos;s shoes'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SpXtDhl7TlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/coY5ASIfzPo/s72-c/P1010242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-5107080377270581529</id><published>2009-08-24T21:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:30:18.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday Sweet Evelyn - 8/25/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SpM-SRAj6jI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p9gpHyGEUDI/s1600-h/P1010309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373707263907457586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SpM-SRAj6jI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p9gpHyGEUDI/s320/P1010309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8/25/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are 5 today and I could not be more proud of the little girl that you are.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I want to say about you but don't want to seem like I am bragging but you know what this is my blog and I can do what I want plus I'm your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are starting school for the next 13 years in 16 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are going to do great in school both socially and academically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can ride your bike without training wheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are a great big sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You love everything mommy makes and even request me to make broccoli and pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You make friends no matter the age, sex or color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can swim without floaties and even swim underwater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can test mommy and daddy's nerves sometimes but that's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your new favorite song of the week is "Good, Good night" by the Black Eye Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You love pipa, poppy, mima, poppa, &amp;amp; Uncle Mikey very much and always ask about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You need to work on your patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are not getting a skateboard for your birthday so forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You don't forget a thing even if happen last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are learning to write and you are very good at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please remember not to drop the "F word" in school like you did at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are sensitive and get embarrassed easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You do great at jump rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You will probably tower over most of the kids in your class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are super excited about school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You need to work on your singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your dance moves are improving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last but not least, no you can not have everything you want at the store because everything you will need in life is right here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-5107080377270581529?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5107080377270581529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=5107080377270581529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5107080377270581529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5107080377270581529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-5th-birthday-sweet-evelyn.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday Sweet Evelyn - 8/25/09'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SpM-SRAj6jI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p9gpHyGEUDI/s72-c/P1010309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8896554320824537910</id><published>2009-08-14T11:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:42:45.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>When I grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this morning as the alarm was going off and I was in and out of consciousness I thought of my next post except all morning I was trying to remeber it and finally the lightbulb went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you are little everybody says what do you want to me when you grow up and usually kids say teacher, doctor, lawyer blah blah blah well I can tell you that I am none of those. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am currently working in a job with no room for advancement and I am ok with that sometimes.  I have other priorities in my life and a job is not one of them.  I have had stressful jobs before so it's kinda of like been there done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that I am older I can say that my dream job would be even if I could do it for one day is a  radio personality you know that talk in the morning about anything and everything.  It always sounds to me like they are having a blast and I can hang with the best of them.  The only problem with me being on the radio especially if it's the morning is you have to get up soooooooooooo early, really it's not even like going to sleep at all.  This morning I heard this guy say he get's up at 2:30 a.m. WHAT.... that's crazy oh and I have a very bad speech issue and I mumble all the time so nobody would understand me as per my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe one day I can have my dream job........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-8896554320824537910?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8896554320824537910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8896554320824537910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8896554320824537910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8896554320824537910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6242971150966570101</id><published>2009-08-03T22:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:42:30.063-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike'/><title type='text'>My other half</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sn9s6C3uOkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q6oYQ74w4TE/s1600-h/P1010218.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sn9s6C3uOkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q6oYQ74w4TE/s320/P1010218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368129025307720258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don't mention him in my blogs like I should so I am dedicating this post all to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I met him at a bar in Ocean City, MD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He went into the Navy and was medically discharged and moved to NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We moved in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; not knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He handles my craziness, mood swings and family issues with patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He has a lot of patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He is a better housewife then me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I went to 3 Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; concerts in a year, 2 in NYC and he didn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He trusts me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He takes great pride in washing the cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He makes the bed when we put new sheets on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He can find anything when I say "Honey I can't find that pair of pants I wore 3 years ago"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He loves us girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He makes better french toast then my mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He is an only child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He doesn't care what other people think about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He went to 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;N'SYNC&lt;/span&gt; concerts with me but I won't go to one of his "rock" concerts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He tells me to take a nap on the weekends because he knows I like sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He is such a hands on Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He doesn't read my blog like I wish he would so he probably won't read this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He loves my cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He is so easy going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He loves the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mets&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;, Penn State &amp;amp; Washington Redskins and will stay up late to watch them play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He is not a good dance but it's cute when he tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He is a great person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He makes friends easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He is my BEST FRIEND and I thank God Every Day for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-6242971150966570101?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6242971150966570101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6242971150966570101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6242971150966570101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6242971150966570101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-other-half.html' title='My other half'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sn9s6C3uOkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q6oYQ74w4TE/s72-c/P1010218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1304501025633451167</id><published>2009-07-29T15:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:32:27.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reflecting on Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As July is coming to and end and August is approaching I am reflecting on stuff that I / we have done so far and events that I am looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; doing. (No particular order just random thoughts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went on a mini family vacation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evelyn experiencing her first upside down roller coaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoyed a kids free weekend in NYC with my best friend from high school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not feeling one bit of guilt doing it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing friends from elementary school days &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evelyn starting her school years in September&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching her get on the bus for the first time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking in her school bag everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concert with my best friend aka my hubby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catherine and Mikey visting at the end of August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evelyn's 5th birthday party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessi starting to say things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching the girls interact toegther&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swimming in the pool as a family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving my family more and more each day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1304501025633451167?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1304501025633451167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1304501025633451167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1304501025633451167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1304501025633451167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflecting-on-life.html' title='Reflecting on Life'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-5786397640555848768</id><published>2009-07-22T09:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:55:35.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sweet dreams grown up style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyone that knows me knows I LOVE Sleeping.  I mean who doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back in the day before parenthood I used to sleep until afternoon hours wake up eat something and then go back to sleep.  On Sunday's when Mike used to watch football I used to be in and out of coma on the couch and I loved every minute of it.  If we were going out on Friday night I would come home after work and sleep.  I LOVE Sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once our first born came along and we never experienced sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deprivation.&lt;/span&gt;  I guess Evelyn got my sleep gene because she was a sleeper and till this day almost 5 years later she still loves her sleep.  When Evelyn would take her naps so would Mommy.  I felt that my weekends were not complete without taking a nap.  Every now and then I get a nap on the weekend and I savor every minute. My naps are not 45 minutes they are more like 3 hours and sometimes I feel like crap when I wake up but I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jessi girl loves her sleep too so again sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deprivation&lt;/span&gt; never came into play because she goes to bed at 7:30 p.m. and wakes up when it's time to get ready for the day.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Occasionally&lt;/span&gt; I need to wake her up and she is not happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have noticed lately that I have been going to bed later  then I would like I guess it's because by the time the kids are in bed and things are picked up I need time to unwind and spend some quality time with the hubby.  I also noticed that I wake up earlier even before the alarm goes off and on the weekend forget it I am up way before I should be.  Is it because my body requires less sleep now or is my body on a schedule and the internal clock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; when I should get up?  Or could it be that I am a grown up with responsibilities no matter what way I look at it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;  = LESS SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-5786397640555848768?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5786397640555848768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=5786397640555848768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5786397640555848768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5786397640555848768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-dreams-grown-up-style.html' title='Sweet dreams grown up style'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3793165310506754623</id><published>2009-07-19T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:01:41.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessi'/><title type='text'>Say Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SmMZIGXvZ4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/61Htv6ZXPQ8/s1600-h/P1010018.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SmMZIGXvZ4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/61Htv6ZXPQ8/s320/P1010018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360155608440858498" 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/934438652959689816-3793165310506754623?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3793165310506754623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3793165310506754623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3793165310506754623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3793165310506754623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SmMZIGXvZ4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/61Htv6ZXPQ8/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-5633079134487345105</id><published>2009-07-18T23:08:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:17:46.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Drug Dealer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SmKQGQk9CQI/AAAAAAAAANs/thsv1OxIAi8/s1600-h/P1010019.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SmKQGQk9CQI/AAAAAAAAANs/thsv1OxIAi8/s320/P1010019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360004943727888642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SmKQxxHUHCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rpUyWJu257k/s1600-h/P1010020.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/_9ITH36NwWuw/SmKQxxHUHCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rpUyWJu257k/s320/P1010020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360005691196316706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend mornings I pay a visit to my drug dealer usually still in my PJ's. I tend to get up very early in the morning on the weekends early then I like and it's not because of the kids because my two sleeping beauties like their sleep.  I will get up at like 6:30 a.m. thinking should I get up and go get coffee or lay in bed but like Pookie said from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Jack City &lt;/span&gt;and I quote "It keeps calling me". For someone that never used to like coffee I am hooked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-5633079134487345105?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5633079134487345105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=5633079134487345105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5633079134487345105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5633079134487345105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/07/crack-dealer-aka-dunkin-donuts.html' title='Drug Dealer'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SmKQGQk9CQI/AAAAAAAAANs/thsv1OxIAi8/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3769642451311632333</id><published>2009-07-15T11:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:44:24.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I wish......</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could work 3 days a week and stay home 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or just work in the winter and not in the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would blog everyday and post pictures and make it really enjoyable to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My blog was really "popular"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took really good pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My house was filled with pictures on the walls of family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;procrastinator&lt;/span&gt; sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a green thumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't have two car payments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't afraid to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to church more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't live so far from my family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lived someplace warmer in the winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I liked my job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't like coffee or other things that I will not mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could have more babies if I knew they would be as good as Evelyn and Jessi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had more friends where I live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I liked the mornings enough that I could get up an hour before everybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could stay up later at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercised&lt;/span&gt; more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I showed my husband the "love" he deserves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could mention all my wishes on this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3769642451311632333?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3769642451311632333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3769642451311632333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3769642451311632333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3769642451311632333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish.html' title='I wish......'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3609868274393254356</id><published>2009-07-10T14:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:31:24.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family time'/><title type='text'>Hershey Kisses, Twizzlers, Roller coasters oh my</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me start out by saying I broke my camera within hours of our arrival so I have no pictures to post.  This is the second camera I broke the same way dropping it right on the lens. First time doesn't count since I was drunk.  Hopefully I can take it to a camera shop and they can fix it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our week long vacation ran smoothly and was very enjoyable spending time with friends and family that we don't see often enough.  I was anxiety free so that is always a plus and I remained to stay very calm in sometimes hairy situations.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first part of our trip was visiting Mike's grandmother who lives in this old house that was beautiful and off the beaten path with corn fields all around. I asked this 78 year old women if she was scared to stay there by herself and she said "No". I would have to drink myself stupid everynight to stay there by myself but then again I am a chicked shit. Nan had a family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; and it was nice to see Mike's other side of the family that I have only probably seen a handful of times.  It's funny though we live 5 minutes from Mike's parents and hardly see them but yet we drive 5 hours and see them every waking minute for 3 days.  Sorry but this is my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;staycation&lt;/span&gt;" and I want to do what I want to do because you know I am selfish not ride around in a car all cramped to go look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amish&lt;/span&gt; even though it was my idea.  Ride is your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;damm &lt;/span&gt;car.  God it drives me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to go visit friends of Mike's and man it was nice.  They have the perfect house with the perfect T.V's clean and tidy oh yeah did I mentioned they have no kids.  When we got there I told him we are going to take over your house for two days and yeah we pretty much did.  Luckily we had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;entertainment&lt;/span&gt; room in the basement so our stuff was out of the way.  It was great sleeping conditions cold and dark it was soo perfect.  After waking up at the crack ass of dawn at Nan's house for 3 days since the sun was beaming in the windows and 6 am sleeping passed 8 was needed. I even took a 3 hr nap with Jessi while Mike took Evelyn to the sprinkle park.  My girls love their sleep and the two days we slept at Mike and Summer's they slept until 8:30.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike &amp;amp; Summer made us feel at home as I would expect nothing less.  Mike made us a home cooked meal on Tuesday night which was much needed and Wednesday we had a BBQ with old friends that was delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday we headed to Hershey Park and met up with my family and enjoyed a dinner out and swimming in the pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday and Saturday we headed to the park and enjoyed all that it has to offer from roller coasters to the water park and the million miles we walked in between it was well worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To see the excitement in Evelyn's face and Jessi pointing to the rides as we drove by is priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sweet Evelyn is taking after her father and having no fears of heights or roller coasters and I am so proud of her for that.  I have to keep my fear under wraps because kids can sense your emotions and she is headed in the right direction with being fearless.  She went on all the roller coasters that she was tall enough for and even did her first loop roller coaster.  When her and Mike pulled out of the station they were sitting in the front row.  After I cursed Mike under my breath he later told me that she said "Daddy let's sit in the front".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday was July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 10:15 we saw some fireworks and by the time we got back to the hotel we had to carry in two sleeping kids, man I wish someone would of carried me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the time us adults got to bed it was well after 1 am.  I was dealing with some issues with my brother and sister but that is for another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to leave by 9 am on Sunday because we had a 5 hr ride ahead of us plus we had to make a detour at my mother's and pick up Codie.  That planned got tossed out the window because we didn't wake up until 9.  After breakfast and packing we never left until 11:30 by the time we pulled in to our house that I missed it was 6 pm.  One of the best feelings in life is sleeping in your bed after you have been away from it for a whole 8 days.  I even said to Evelyn are you excited to sleep in your own bed and she said "Oh yeah baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday was back to reality and well that just plain &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3609868274393254356?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3609868274393254356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3609868274393254356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3609868274393254356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3609868274393254356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-good-in-hood.html' title='Hershey Kisses, Twizzlers, Roller coasters oh my'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6331219596444098222</id><published>2009-06-27T07:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:28:12.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likes / Dislikes'/><title type='text'>Anxiety sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;Fucken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; anxiety it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;.  Let's see I left work early on Thursday because of an anxiety attack and Friday I left early again and made a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; for 3.  I asked Mike to come with me because I feel that doctor's either think your crazy or just want pills.  I love Mike he really is my rock and I think part of my anxiety issue was him coming home on Thursday and I just wanted him home and worrying about him flying since I hate flying and anything to do with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;aviation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; system.  Once he was in the house I felt a weight lifted off.  It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The doctor gave me a EKG and my blood pressure was fine so why did I feel like I couldn't breathe and was having a heart attack.  I needed oxygen STAT.  He sent me for a chest X-ray so now I sit and worry if I have a tumor or something.  Yes, I will be calling the doctor from my vacation to see what the results are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because the last time I was in there for my anxiety was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; which was around the time we were having Jessi's baptism, can I not handle things???? Seems that way to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to learn how to handle my anxiety or it will put me in an early grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we are off today for friends, family and fun.  Let's see how this goes.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Xanax&lt;/span&gt; anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and happy 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-6331219596444098222?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6331219596444098222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6331219596444098222&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6331219596444098222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6331219596444098222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/06/anxiety-sucks.html' title='Anxiety sucks'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8982694614531145540</id><published>2009-06-25T10:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:06:43.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>So much to do and so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't matter if you are a working parent or a stay at home parent I think we all will agree there is just not enough time in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a working parent and from the time I get home at 4:45 until 9pm I am going ragged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From dinner to baths there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no down time which I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with and enjoy for the most part. When you throw an out of town husband and packing for a week long vacation and two kids that are enjoying every breath of summer it gets a little hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My lunch hour I am always running errands and with a limited amount of time for lunch and a million things to do you need to prioritize things. How should I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prioritize&lt;/span&gt; my list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 - get pedicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 - get lip waxed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3- go to Target and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4- run home to shut the windows since I think we will be getting thunderstorms in afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5- get lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well lets see I can kill two birds with one stone and get pedicure and lip wax and the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can get lunch at Target since that is what I planned on doing anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who cares if it rains and gets the rug a little wet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See it's not that much stuff but I always make a big deal out of things and that's when my anxiety is in full force and think I am going to have a heart attack. OH well maybe one day I will learn to roll with the punches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-8982694614531145540?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8982694614531145540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8982694614531145540&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8982694614531145540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8982694614531145540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-to-do-and-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do and so little time'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-312875246067536222</id><published>2009-06-20T10:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:57:28.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz21H12nxI/AAAAAAAAANU/Tk2chs-aTv8/s1600-h/100_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz21H12nxI/AAAAAAAAANU/Tk2chs-aTv8/s320/100_1842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349421849907732242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz2sHHAsgI/AAAAAAAAANM/yM-nUsqT4Go/s1600-h/100_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz2sHHAsgI/AAAAAAAAANM/yM-nUsqT4Go/s320/100_1838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349421695092437506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz2j7r4DAI/AAAAAAAAANE/lv9WVUZ4370/s1600-h/100_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz2j7r4DAI/AAAAAAAAANE/lv9WVUZ4370/s320/100_1836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349421554586881026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz2bXPNaaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/V0kwa8PrTyI/s1600-h/100_1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz2bXPNaaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/V0kwa8PrTyI/s320/100_1834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349421407364016546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz2RjYCloI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dKE9HbhBkDQ/s1600-h/100_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz2RjYCloI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dKE9HbhBkDQ/s320/100_1830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349421238823589506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;his was Evelyn's second year of dancing.  I asked her to choose between one activity if she wanted to do dancing or karate and she said karate.  After her dress rehearsal I asked her "are you sure you don't want to do dancing again and she said "No it's boring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So much for that.  Maybe Jessi won't find it boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-312875246067536222?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/312875246067536222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=312875246067536222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/312875246067536222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/312875246067536222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sjz21H12nxI/AAAAAAAAANU/Tk2chs-aTv8/s72-c/100_1842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-2545416239727755515</id><published>2009-06-17T15:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:22:43.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Can you say annoying &amp; spoiled?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will admit that Mike and I watch crap on TV because well there is crap on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One show we started to watch was Tori and Dean on oxygen.  I always found Tori Spelling to be annoying and a horrible actress on Beverly Hills 90210 which I was a loyal fan of.  Tori aka Donna Martin was always my least favorite so it took me my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; that I liked her reality show because she was a "real person" sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching the first 3 episodes of season 4 I have come to realize that she is as fake as the horrible breast implants that she wears.  She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; annoying and I looked at Mike and said we are not watching this show anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While her parents have millions she has nothing and worked for what she and her gold digger of a husband have now.  Dean claims she is a work horse and he pretty much kisses the ground she walks on because let's face it this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Canadian&lt;/span&gt; cheated on his wife with this bimbo probably thinking $$$$$$. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tori wants it all a lucrative career acting, writing books, being a fashion/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; designer but also wants to be a stay at home mom.  All she does is wine about it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt; it's getting on my last nerve.  Put down your blackberry and smell the smog of L.A.  Welcome to the real world honey where moms work and take care of their kids without the help of a "baby nurse" and don't complain about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now wonder why you have a strained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; with your mother you are a spoiled BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have lost two viewers of your fingernails on a chalkboard show.  I'm done. You and your pussy of a husband are officialy off my DVR schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-2545416239727755515?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2545416239727755515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=2545416239727755515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2545416239727755515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2545416239727755515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you-say-annoying-spoiled.html' title='Can you say annoying &amp; spoiled?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-4486823993697618342</id><published>2009-06-15T15:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:37:48.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sanitizer Anyone????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was pumping gas the other day and I realized how gross it is touching the nozzle and I started thinking of all things that I don't like to touch because it's just gross and germ infested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- gas nozzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- shopping cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- door knobs in public places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- anything in a public bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- hand railings on stairs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- anything in the NYC subway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luckily I keep a super size hand sanitizer in my car and I usually clean my hand 3 times before I feel that I can touch anything of importance. Maybe that's why my hands are super dry...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-4486823993697618342?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4486823993697618342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=4486823993697618342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4486823993697618342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4486823993697618342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/06/sanitizer-anyone.html' title='Sanitizer Anyone????'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-7171984153602497012</id><published>2009-06-11T11:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:50:34.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Feel Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard something yesterday that put a smile on my face and made me feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was pregnant with Jessi a co-worker of mine said oh so and so wants to have a baby and she has been trying for so long, truly my heart went out to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we were trying for Evelyn it took 4 months which is not long by baby making standards but when you want something so bad and it doesn't happen right away, especially for someone like me who has zero patience it became heart wrenching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well Guess who is pregnant?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I noticed thickness in the mid section and I didn't say anything but then I saw her again and I said for sure she is soooo pregnant.  I went to my sources because I honestly I have never  talked to her and she confirmed for me that she is pregnant with boy/girl twins.  I was so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to talk to her because I am nosey like that and I need to know details.  I hunted her down in the bathroom because where else would a 6 month pregnant women with twins be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She told me that they were trying for 4 years and they did all the fertility drugs with no success and on their second try of invitro they had success.  I told her how happy I was for her and I had a smile on my face for the remainder of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love hearing happy feel good stories with all the crazy shit going on in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-7171984153602497012?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7171984153602497012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=7171984153602497012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7171984153602497012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7171984153602497012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-good-news.html' title='Feel Good News'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6691067623106964068</id><published>2009-06-09T15:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:53:10.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Size it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I got married in 2002 I lost a few pounds and at that time I was the skinniest that I ever was in my life even through high school.  After wedded bliss and 9 months of pregnancy I was tipping the scales close to 200 lbs, maybe it was more 190.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It took my body 2 1/2 years to lose the baby fat and now I realized I was the skinniest i have ever been in my life. I was wearing a size 2.  People said I was too skinny and I didn't look right.  It was weird because even thought I was wearing a size 2, mainly because I had no ass I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel skinny until I saw pictures of myself and I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;URGH&lt;/span&gt; you do look sickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My gripe today is I have pants size 2,4,8,10,12 and 14.  I mostly gave rid of the double digits hoping that I will not have to go there but if I do so be it.  My problem is I need a size 6 and I don't have one pair of size 6's.  The 4 are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tooooooo&lt;/span&gt; small and the 8's fit but loosely and I like my pants to fit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What to do?  What to do?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-6691067623106964068?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6691067623106964068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6691067623106964068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6691067623106964068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6691067623106964068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/06/size-it-up.html' title='Size it up'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-4869023338190470730</id><published>2009-06-08T21:34:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:06:09.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could of not asked for a more beautiful day..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Si3CcP0lZVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/aQDr74lxmtM/s1600-h/100_1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Si3CcP0lZVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/aQDr74lxmtM/s320/100_1772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345142123297858898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or a more beautiful person.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Si3Cqd8_34I/AAAAAAAAAMk/qdp4i9c4fTQ/s1600-h/100_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Si3Cqd8_34I/AAAAAAAAAMk/qdp4i9c4fTQ/s320/100_1792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345142367609413506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything and everyone was perfect for Jessi's first birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;In another post I mentioned that I believe she was sent to us by an angel well they were present for her party and again I want to thank them and all who attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-4869023338190470730?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4869023338190470730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=4869023338190470730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4869023338190470730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4869023338190470730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-blessings.html' title='Beautiful Blessings'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Si3CcP0lZVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/aQDr74lxmtM/s72-c/100_1772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-4296906509017272778</id><published>2009-06-05T17:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:14:33.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Yeah we got it.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stinky feet that is.  I can't believe how bad a 1 and 4 yr old feet stink oh and their ROC City Mama does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SimUMngZR8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/lATsJ_MlXj4/s1600-h/100_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SimUMngZR8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/lATsJ_MlXj4/s400/100_1770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343965377336002498" 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/934438652959689816-4296906509017272778?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4296906509017272778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=4296906509017272778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4296906509017272778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4296906509017272778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-we-got-it.html' title='Yeah we got it.....'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SimUMngZR8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/lATsJ_MlXj4/s72-c/100_1770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-4211928087074968505</id><published>2009-06-03T20:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:14:09.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Here we go again....</title><content type='html'>Why is it every time there is a party or some other function planned I am pmsing and a raging BITCH???  Jessi's birthday party this weekend = *&amp;amp;@$%Q*%^(%)%&amp;amp;Q)%*Q_^%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally jumped down people's throat and feel like I can fucking poke their eyes out and snap their neck.  Love the hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to snap out of it for this reason.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SicQ5inb30I/AAAAAAAAAKU/zV3NwXq44oo/s1600-h/100_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SicQ5inb30I/AAAAAAAAAKU/zV3NwXq44oo/s400/100_1760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343258063629180738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SicReiYw41I/AAAAAAAAAKk/PA93Ec7g3VI/s1600-h/100_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SicReiYw41I/AAAAAAAAAKk/PA93Ec7g3VI/s400/100_1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343258699222803282" 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/934438652959689816-4211928087074968505?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4211928087074968505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=4211928087074968505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4211928087074968505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4211928087074968505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='Here we go again....'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SicQ5inb30I/AAAAAAAAAKU/zV3NwXq44oo/s72-c/100_1760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-2278896378523336010</id><published>2009-05-23T21:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:08:18.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likes / Dislikes'/><title type='text'>Tis the Season of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BBQ's with friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- swimming in the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- visits to our favorite ice cream spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - yard filled with toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - freshly cut grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- camping in our yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- swimming in our pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nightime&lt;/span&gt; fires in our fire pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dirty feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dirty floors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sunblock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- babies staying up past their bedtime enjoying every last bit of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- babies bathed every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- air conditioners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;picnics&lt;/span&gt; at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- getting up early and loving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- extra days off of work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- babies birthday's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- summer clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- painted toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- staying right at our house and enjoying every waking minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-2278896378523336010?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2278896378523336010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=2278896378523336010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2278896378523336010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2278896378523336010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/05/tis-season-of.html' title='Tis the Season of'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-4707976254578206281</id><published>2009-05-20T21:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:39:22.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessi'/><title type='text'>One Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/ShSw5VCiUhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HcWFckNDbmQ/s1600-h/100_1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/ShSw5VCiUhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HcWFckNDbmQ/s400/100_1651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338085957287694866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY JESSI GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou were born at 7:18 p.m. on Wed May 21. Your first year of life has flown by and you have brought our family so much joy.  We love you so much and could not imagine life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best baby and make everyday a joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still the best sleeper and eater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like your schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started to walk on May 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You observe everything around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the sweetest disposition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a good traveler in the car for 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a super fast crawler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first word was Hello as you put the phone up to your ear and you look so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;damm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cute when you say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like climbing the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love taking a bath with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love the swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to crawl up the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love Codie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to give open mouth kisses tongue and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are picking up some of mommy's hot dance moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to copy your sister doing karate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we tell you No, you give the saddest little pout with your lip curled out that we laugh because it's too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly feel that you were an angel sent to us for different reasons that is for a later time.  I want to thank them for sending you to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/ShSwjRrGeNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PSkb8xu-8jA/s1600-h/100_1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-4707976254578206281?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4707976254578206281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=4707976254578206281&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4707976254578206281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4707976254578206281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year-old.html' title='One Year Old'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/ShSw5VCiUhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HcWFckNDbmQ/s72-c/100_1651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6500978009187744202</id><published>2009-05-15T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:04:26.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likes / Dislikes'/><title type='text'>On a Happier Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are off to NYC tomorrow for a visit with friends and family.  We are celebrating my nephew's communion on Sunday which will be nice being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; as a family.  I miss that being 6 hours away.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A list of must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; when I am there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Manicure / Pedicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eat Pizza from my favorite spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eat bagels from my favorite spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go out to dinner and eat pasta and yummy bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spend quality time with Catherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spend time with sister on Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We wanted to take the girls into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt; on Monday via the subway but my Dad has informed be that some more schools have closed due to swine flu and he strongly suggests taking them on the subway.  It's just not the same driving in to Manhattan vs the grimey subway system.  Will see might have to come up with  plan B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a good weekend I know we will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-6500978009187744202?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6500978009187744202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6500978009187744202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6500978009187744202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6500978009187744202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-happier-note.html' title='On a Happier Note'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1496487984515243322</id><published>2009-05-15T09:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:45:36.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My decision to start a blog was because I was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inspiried&lt;/span&gt;" by reading other blogs especially my friend Jen's and from her blog you find other blogs that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt; you and it's a never ending blogging world I tell you.  It's funny because I don't know these people but because I am nosey I read them.  Truthfully other people's blogs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;depending&lt;/span&gt; on what their blogging about can be so many things and here is where I am going with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stumbled on two blogs that grab my attention, can you imagine having a child that has gone through 2 transplants?  or another child that is almost 4 years old and has had a transplant but can not walk or talk?  a mother of 3 fighting brain cancer? I know pretty sad.  I am sure there are many blogs related to illness and other unfortunate scenarios that people blog about their journey to live but these are a few that have intrigued me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some days the entries pull at my heartstrings and I go home and hug my kids extra tight, some days I feel so happy for these little people that clearly have been through hell but their will and determination is amazing and how their parents must feel.  Their good days give you hope the bad days well just plain suck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know these people but this is real life and not a TV show and I think that's what makes it interesting is to see how medicine works and the procedures their little bodies can handle and how a family comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; and handles such a situation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A while now I have wanted to write about this and I have and it makes me feel that a weight has been lifted off.  Please keep these people in your thoughts and prayers I am sure every little bit can help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1496487984515243322?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1496487984515243322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1496487984515243322&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1496487984515243322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1496487984515243322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/05/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-4689229886169364386</id><published>2009-05-13T22:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:42:42.896-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday time'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a little late but better then never paying tribute to Mother's Day.  I am feeling out of the blogger loop since all the blogs I read have already done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a mini celebration on Saturday morning since the girls and I were going to my mother's for the night.  I like to get my presents in bed because well I just like to be in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Mike not to spend a lot of money and well he didn't listen so I am not sure if I should be pissed or not.  My gift will probably become a family item since Evelyn has already said "mommy can I use it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sgt_i4_TBlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NnUOjr939Ec/s1600-h/100_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sgt_i4_TBlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NnUOjr939Ec/s400/100_1637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335498420940637778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did received a very special gift that Evelyn picked out.  Mike asked her what she wanted to get mommy and she said a heart necklace.  I am not a jewelery person at all.  The only piece of jewelery that I wear daily are my earrings and totally feel lost without them.  I don't even wear my wedding rings but I am in total love with my heart and I have not taken it off since Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SguAmNcBCkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D_aMXn5VOUo/s1600-h/100_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SguAmNcBCkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D_aMXn5VOUo/s400/100_1635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335499577481038402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When they were driving home Mike told Evelyn that if Mommy asks you what we got her tell her a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hat so as I was getting dinner ready she was whispering to Mike and all I heard was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hat and Mike is saying be quiet as she is giggling. I was pretty certain that they got me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hat.  I was wrong and glad that I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Mike told me that she was playing up to it and he didn't tell her to say that in front of me she did that all on her own.  It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed, honored and proud to be a mother to these girls.  Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SguC3nEwz9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_uz9HgnSjYw/s1600-h/100_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SguC3nEwz9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_uz9HgnSjYw/s400/100_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335502075443859410" 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/934438652959689816-4689229886169364386?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4689229886169364386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=4689229886169364386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4689229886169364386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4689229886169364386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-belated-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Belated Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sgt_i4_TBlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NnUOjr939Ec/s72-c/100_1637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-7579289166788999757</id><published>2009-05-11T15:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:11.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts - PMS STYLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY ARE PEOPLE SO FUCKING STUPID, LAZY AND SELFISH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can give examples of each situation but by next week I won't feel like this so why open a can of worms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At this moment right now all I want to do is yell at the top of my lungs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's great to be a women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-7579289166788999757?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7579289166788999757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=7579289166788999757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7579289166788999757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/7579289166788999757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thoughts-pms-style.html' title='Random Thoughts - PMS STYLE'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1945406032675233518</id><published>2009-05-08T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:25:27.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><title type='text'>Mommy I want to ..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt; to bed were the words that came out of sweet Evelyn's mouth last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At first I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; we can do this then i thought if I have to wake up to pissed sheets so be it and then I am thinking why honey what is the big deal just wear the pull ups.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well that thought lasted 5 minutes because then she said I'm scared I will pee my pants I want to wear the pull ups.  That's my girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did give her encouragement and say there is nothing to be scared of.  Mike says it will happen one day and I know it will.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-1945406032675233518?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1945406032675233518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1945406032675233518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1945406032675233518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1945406032675233518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy-i-want-to.html' title='Mommy I want to ..........'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-2279870342400453472</id><published>2009-05-01T15:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:35:48.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having two kids of the same sex is very beneficial. I never got rid of Evelyn's baby clothes pending the decision if we were going to have a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; baby. We did and now Jessi girl has all of her big sister's clothes. This baby probably has more clothes then the rest of us 3 combined. I did break down and buy her some knew stuff she doesn't have all hand me downs. I actually have to stop myself buying her things because well girl clothes are just so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;damm&lt;/span&gt; cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have given some things away, actually quite a lot. I have donated to Goodwill, given to Mike's cousin that was an unappreciated bitch, and a co-worker that gave a sob story. I am always a sucker for a sob story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The decision that I have to make is do I get rid of all the clothes that Jessi has grown out of??????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a big decision not so much for Mike I don't think as it is for me. I don't think its the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; we probably will not have anymore kids but for sentimental value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What to do, What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-2279870342400453472?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2279870342400453472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=2279870342400453472&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2279870342400453472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/2279870342400453472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/05/decisions-decisions-part-3.html' title='Decisions, Decisions - Part 3'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-4056312805356210711</id><published>2009-04-29T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:47:55.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>I see you.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Frames)&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SfkCIb3LLcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cfX2h9YITPg/s1600-h/100_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SfkCIb3LLcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cfX2h9YITPg/s400/100_1571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330293977911078338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(New Frames)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SfkCZkTlwbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/liMOb3JeG54/s1600-h/100_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SfkCZkTlwbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/liMOb3JeG54/s400/100_1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330294272235520434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to about 5 different places to find the "perfect" pair of glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this picture I don't think i found them  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-4056312805356210711?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4056312805356210711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=4056312805356210711&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4056312805356210711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/4056312805356210711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-see-you.html' title='I see you.......'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SfkCIb3LLcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cfX2h9YITPg/s72-c/100_1571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8582204635604825883</id><published>2009-04-27T10:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:32:31.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likes / Dislikes'/><title type='text'>Weekend Love =</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- going for a walk while Evelyn rides her bike with meltdowns along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- going for ice cream @ my favorite spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- going to bed the same time my honey bunny does so we can snuggle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- waking up Saturday to a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Mike taking his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; test meaning that he will be home on Tuesday nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Evelyn's karate teacher saying that she picks up things quickly and is very good but has to work on her focusing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- finding Evelyn a cute skirt, dress and pair of shoes all for under $13.00 and her loving them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Mike coming home after a long day to a special dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- starting Evelyn on mother's day projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Jessi napping naked on a hot day because her diaper rash needs "air" time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- eating dinner outside on the patio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Evelyn, Mike and Codie playing in the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- bathing the babies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- renting a movie on the "watch" list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- getting a hey how are you email from my friend Ken who is the only one who leaves comments on my blog. Shout out to Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Jessi waking up at 12 am and hanging out with her while she entertained me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Jessi falling asleep in my arms at 3 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Jessi waking up at 9 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- sleeping in till 11 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Mike and Evelyn washing my van inside and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Jessi and I people watching at the grocery store while I enjoyed a cup of coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- finding the most perfect mother's day card which I am just going to keep for my self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Jessi changing car seats to the bigger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; facing one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- homemade chicken soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- picking up around the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- finally sitting down at 9:30 to watch a t.v show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- taking a HOT shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- passing out with the honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- ENJOYING EVERY MINUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-8582204635604825883?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8582204635604825883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8582204635604825883&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8582204635604825883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8582204635604825883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-love.html' title='Weekend Love ='/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6797825697907776312</id><published>2009-04-23T11:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:33:31.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Maybe, Maybe Not????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a big time news junkie. I am obsessed with msnbc.com and check it daily along with  3 newspapers that I read on line. I like to be informed on what's going on around me. Don't get me wrong I browse people and other gossip sites because well I need to know who's screwing who or who has the newest baby bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets me is why does the media circut say things like "chewing gum may help teens crunch numbers" (this was on msnbc today) well does it or doesn't it. With all the studies in the world you would think things like this would be confirmed. I am using this for an example because that is what caught my eye today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime there is a commercial on t.v for medicine there is always the guy who talks really fast who gives all the warnings and says taking xxx may cause this or may cause that. Give me the program does it or does it not cause these things. (see post on 2/24) This bothers me that is why I am mentioning this again as I feel it is worth repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question myself all the time on things that I should maybe do or maybe not do.  I want confirmed answers no better yet I NEED to make up by mind and say FUCK it this is what I am doing and sticking with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-6797825697907776312?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6797825697907776312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6797825697907776312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6797825697907776312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6797825697907776312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-maybe-not_23.html' title='Maybe, Maybe Not????'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3721405690711203558</id><published>2009-04-21T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:43:28.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><title type='text'>Our Sweet Evelyn is growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike and I were watching t.v on Sunday night in our bedroom trying to catch up on our shows and about 11:00 we here our sweet Evelyn get out of bed and go to the bathroom.  Mike and I quickly muted the t.v and were waiting for her to finish in the bathroom and come into our room but our little girl is growing up and  probably realized that if she went back in her own room to go back to sleep it would be comfortable for everyone involved.  Mike was so amazed by this he said "It's like taking her first steps".  We went on for 5 minutes about the fact that she went back into her own room to go to sleep.  At first we thought she was going to get her blanket and harbie yes it's harbie not barbie which is a rainbow bunny, but no she went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is the whole pull up situation.  This girl has not had a wet pull up in forever to be honest I can not even remember the last time she woke up wet.  I told her the next morning that she didn't need the pull ups because she is a big girl and that when you have to go to the bathroom you wake up and go.  Her new thing is putting the pull up on and then underwear. I guess she feels like she is wearing underwear with the security of the pull up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try it in the summer when I was home and well it did not go over so well.  The week we did it she woke up soak and wet 3 times. It was actually kinda of funny because she would come in and say " the monsters did it"or that she didn't pee and she doesn't know what happened.  I'm sorry but there is nothing like waking up at 5 am to a child that is soaked and stinks of piss and also having to give her a bath.  Needless to say the pull ups went back on and have stayed on ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it comes down to mommy accepting that I might have to deal with piss at 5 in the morning.  You know what I'll pass and she can wear pull ups the rest of her life if it means mommy can sleep till 7am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3721405690711203558?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3721405690711203558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3721405690711203558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3721405690711203558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3721405690711203558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-sweet-evelyn-is-growing-up.html' title='Our Sweet Evelyn is growing up'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-6301486579503195510</id><published>2009-04-14T16:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:05:16.100-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessi'/><title type='text'>Mangia, Mangia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I been blessed with two wonderful little girls but also very good eaters.&lt;br /&gt;My 4 1/2 year old requests me to make broccoli with pasta when daddy has school on Tuesday nights.  My almost 11 month old loves anything you put in her mouth.  Besides baby food she has had table food that consists of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. bananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. ham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. ham and split pea soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. cheerios and rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;krispies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. homemade chicken soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. fresh whip cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10.  My favorite Pesto Raviolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SeT6FxDF7OI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kXaMyHmsij8/s1600-h/100_1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SeT6FxDF7OI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kXaMyHmsij8/s400/100_1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324655636431367394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SeT6TX8dRMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wx_G9XNAyKI/s1600-h/100_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SeT6TX8dRMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wx_G9XNAyKI/s400/100_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324655870210819266" 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/934438652959689816-6301486579503195510?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6301486579503195510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=6301486579503195510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6301486579503195510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/6301486579503195510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/04/mangia-mangia.html' title='Mangia, Mangia'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SeT6FxDF7OI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kXaMyHmsij8/s72-c/100_1510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-34402867484739642</id><published>2009-04-13T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:43:03.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><title type='text'>Her Sunday Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our little Evelyn has become quite the church goer.  I personally think she likes the donuts and juice and running around with the other kids after more then sitting through an hour mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started taking her and then well I had issues with my back and pregnant so sitting in the pews is not the most comfortable thing.  My mother has been taking her on Sunday's when she comes and visit for the weekend and this past Sunday which was Easter she drove and 1hr and 15 minutes to take her to mass.  God Bless my mom for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn even likes to pray before dinner and I am pretty sure she got that from the in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;I am making this promise to my daughter and to myself that I will start taking her to church on Sunday's.  I promise, I promise.  Maybe if I keep telling myself this I will really want to go to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePbSwryLnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U3djKIDCNfQ/s1600-h/100_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePbSwryLnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U3djKIDCNfQ/s400/100_1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324340299834732146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePbIkc8OxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/C_EZjVgREtI/s1600-h/100_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePbIkc8OxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/C_EZjVgREtI/s400/100_1538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324340124752558866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePai8rZz0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/wNuf3UxNydA/s1600-h/100_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePai8rZz0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/wNuf3UxNydA/s400/100_1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324339478420639554" 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/934438652959689816-34402867484739642?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/34402867484739642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=34402867484739642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/34402867484739642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/34402867484739642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/04/her-sunday-best.html' title='Her Sunday Best'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePbSwryLnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U3djKIDCNfQ/s72-c/100_1542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8732415126260398201</id><published>2009-04-13T20:01:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:24:01.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After long consideration I decided to cut Evelyn's hair. It was something that I thought about for a while and after I cut my hair she said "mommy I want my hair short like yours" and what mother can turn her daughter away when she says something like that. Of course she looks adorable in her new bob and we can all agree that it is much easier to deal with. After a bath when her hair is all knotty and well in general its just simpler. I am always looking for ways to make my life simpler. Don't you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePXZ141ARI/AAAAAAAAAHM/L5oM9H3CTeE/s1600-h/100_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324336023444193554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePXZ141ARI/AAAAAAAAAHM/L5oM9H3CTeE/s400/100_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePW6Z_WIgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3Uj4aEuSpwg/s1600-h/100_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324335483379393026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePW6Z_WIgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3Uj4aEuSpwg/s400/100_1521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;After)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePWat6E7wI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CZuyL_I8t7E/s1600-h/100_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324334938970189570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePWat6E7wI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CZuyL_I8t7E/s400/100_1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePWruHElwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dfwX_i206pE/s1600-h/100_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324335231082469122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePWruHElwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dfwX_i206pE/s400/100_1523.JPG" 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/934438652959689816-8732415126260398201?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8732415126260398201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8732415126260398201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8732415126260398201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8732415126260398201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/04/decisions-decisions-part-2.html' title='Decisions, Decisions Part 2'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SePXZ141ARI/AAAAAAAAAHM/L5oM9H3CTeE/s72-c/100_1517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-3247959058891159844</id><published>2009-04-07T10:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:40:58.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likes / Dislikes'/><title type='text'>Coffey Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sdtdx5kdyhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8iMCip2_mLQ/s1600-h/100_0515%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321950496517114386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sdtdx5kdyhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8iMCip2_mLQ/s400/100_0515%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike is a fan of the show Paranormal State on A&amp;amp;E, I personally don't watch the show because well it will probably give me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heebe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jibbies&lt;/span&gt;.  When Mike said Chip was going to be in Buffalo and he asked me if I wanted to go I said sure this should be interesting, plus he is going to give readings to the attendees either a physic or medium question will be allowed.  Only 60 tickets were to be sold only about 35 people showed so it was really intimate and personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must tell you that this experience was very emotional, spiritual  and inspirational in so many ways for these people who have lost loved ones that are just looking for a tiny bit of connection with the dead.   I pretty much cried the whole time hearing these stories and feeling happy for them knowing they can walk away with joy in their hearts knowing their loved ones are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was totally worth the money and I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; do it again and I might now become a fan of Paranormal State.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As Chip put it Paranormal activity is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. something you can't prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. something you can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. definitely can not deny something is going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-3247959058891159844?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3247959058891159844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=3247959058891159844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3247959058891159844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/3247959058891159844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/04/coffey-talk.html' title='Coffey Talk'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/Sdtdx5kdyhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8iMCip2_mLQ/s72-c/100_0515%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8223428645382096556</id><published>2009-03-30T20:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:30:00.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessi'/><title type='text'>For the Hell of It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wanted to post this picture because I think Jessi looks so cute with her Amish haircut that her daddy is responsible for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SdFjvGxS6RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/g2xZzCARiOo/s1600-h/100_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SdFjvGxS6RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/g2xZzCARiOo/s400/100_1494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319142295823640850" 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/934438652959689816-8223428645382096556?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8223428645382096556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8223428645382096556&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8223428645382096556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8223428645382096556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-hell-of-it.html' title='For the Hell of It.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SdFjvGxS6RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/g2xZzCARiOo/s72-c/100_1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-12945375277041870</id><published>2009-03-30T20:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:30:56.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Love the feeling of ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knowing that my children that I love with all my heart and soul are safe and sound sleeping.  This feeling gives me a sense of peace knowing that for 11 hours I can shelter them from the world's evil.  If your a parent you know this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SdFjGI1TnOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8fRd2qYO1uc/s1600-h/100_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SdFjGI1TnOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8fRd2qYO1uc/s400/100_1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319141592002698466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SdFi-d-biBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_zgaBTHRj9k/s1600-h/100_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SdFi-d-biBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_zgaBTHRj9k/s400/100_1498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319141460239157266" 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/934438652959689816-12945375277041870?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/12945375277041870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=12945375277041870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/12945375277041870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/12945375277041870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-feeling-of.html' title='I Love the feeling of ........'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/SdFjGI1TnOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8fRd2qYO1uc/s72-c/100_1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-1175709505797003742</id><published>2009-03-23T17:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:03:53.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><title type='text'>Evelyn Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be like Mr. Maigi (spelling?) from the karate kid since this is the new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn has been talking about karate for a while now plus she always wants to fight Uncle Mikey when he comes to visit so at least now she can give him a legit punch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive by one karate place on Saturday mornings when we go to  dance and she would always say she wants to do karate so we took her to a place where she could have a free class and if she liked it you could sign up for 8 weeks for $99.00 including the karate outfit, not sure of the correct term because I know its not outfit.  To our surprise she did really really good.  We were very proud so of course we signed her up  so now Thursday and Saturday we will be doing karate for the next 8 weeks.  After the 8 weeks well that's a different story. If the excitement is still there then maybe will think about investing the money see but for now enjoy these pictures of our little karate kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/ScgGistiY_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RewnmPwpfjI/s1600-h/100_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/ScgGistiY_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RewnmPwpfjI/s400/100_1480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316506553298346994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/ScgGtfOGRbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RoQm8UiJzic/s1600-h/100_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/ScgGtfOGRbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RoQm8UiJzic/s400/100_1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316506738655380914" 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/934438652959689816-1175709505797003742?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1175709505797003742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=1175709505797003742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1175709505797003742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/1175709505797003742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/03/evelyn-son.html' title='Evelyn Son'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ITH36NwWuw/ScgGistiY_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RewnmPwpfjI/s72-c/100_1480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-9127178789745138905</id><published>2009-03-19T15:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:07:07.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Super everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE Jo Frost aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Supernanny&lt;/span&gt;. Whoever has kids I am sure heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Supernanny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love watching other kids behave like wild animals when my two angels are sleeping on a Friday night at 9 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is it about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;british&lt;/span&gt; women that can get these kids to do a complete 360 on their behavior? It's because she has PATIENCE and is CONSISTENT in her ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I blame the parents 95% of the time on the way their kids behave. When parents do not set schedules and are not consistent and do not set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt; with their kids yeah your kid is going to act up thinking they can get away with misbehaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once in a while Evelyn and I will sit and watch and when the kids are acting crazy she says to me" mommy their bad". When Evelyn acts up I try some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;supernanny&lt;/span&gt; techniques out and they do work, I tell Mike I saw this on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;supernanny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also noticed that Jo Frost is not only a nanny but she becomes a friend to these moms that are so desperate for attention. She is a marriage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; to these couples that are so stressed out from dealing with misbehaved kids that they don't take time out for themselves or at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; throat not knowing how to deal with the stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would love for her to come and visit and not for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;supernanny&lt;/span&gt; lesson but maybe for a spot of tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-9127178789745138905?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/9127178789745138905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=9127178789745138905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/9127178789745138905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/9127178789745138905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/03/supergreat_19.html' title='Super everything'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8583616640733088160</id><published>2009-03-13T14:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:40:05.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Issues'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning I wanted to stop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts for a coffee.  As always I am a little behind schedule and really should not be stopping but hey it's Friday and I deserve one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I pull in the parking lot I scope out the place like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;detective&lt;/span&gt; scoping out a hard core criminal deciding on whether to walk in leaving the kids in the car yeah I know mother of the year award or go through the drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;.  I usually do the drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; depending on where line of cars is.  I have a cut off point if they are at a certain place I will go inside or just say FUCK it and leave.  Pissed off of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning I decided to go in and there were 2 people in front of me which isn't to bad except they have the slowest ladies at the counter.  The drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; I think is a lot faster when it comes to service especially in the morning.  It's like crack addicts waiting for their dealer to give them their drugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It played out like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 ladies doing the counter the one on the left helped the customer and the customer walked away. I quickly walked to the counter and the slow ass lady walked away now I am thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; where did she go, I got to get out of here. I looked out at my car a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hundred&lt;/span&gt; times while I was in there because you know the kids were in there.  As I patiently waited for her because everyone knows I have a ton of patience the lady on the right called next and I am like shit how can I jump to that lady while there is now a line 10 long. Plus I know the person behind me probably would not of been to happy I know I would of made and issue out of someone cutting me.  After what felt like an hour I hear those words "what can I get you"  A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hhhhh&lt;/span&gt; music to my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What the hell to they put in that coffee that makes me feel like I need you sweet medium with cream and 1 splenda?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I get back in the car with a chocolate munchkin for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;munchkin&lt;/span&gt; and Evelyn saying "mommy you were gone for a long time" .  The guilt I felt but hey I felt guilty with my coffee in the cup tray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-8583616640733088160?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8583616640733088160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8583616640733088160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8583616640733088160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8583616640733088160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/03/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-8903668586975441310</id><published>2009-03-12T15:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:23:00.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn'/><title type='text'>The Dentist Just Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sweet Evelyn has a cavity.  OH NO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She has a little anxiety &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; about the dentist,  it could be that I HATE the dentist and bitch about it every time I have to go.  I rather spread my legs for my HOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GYN&lt;/span&gt; doctor then open my mouth under a bright light so all can see my imperfections on my face and gotta love the drill and the thing that collects your spit and sucks the fat inside your mouth.  &lt;strong&gt;I HATE the FUCKING DENTIST&lt;/strong&gt; (yes caps is need and the f word is really needed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evelyn had a not so good experience at the "big people" dentist a few months back.  This was her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time going for a cleaning and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hygienist&lt;/span&gt; decided that she needed X-rays so she stuck the X-ray film things in her small mouth and they hurt her.  Of course they are going to hurt especially when you are using adult size on my child.  DUMB BITCH.  Evelyn now does not like the dentist and when I told her we were going it was automatic tears.  I had to explain to her that we were going to the kids dentist and that they will not take any pictures.  I had our babysitter talk to her about it. Her friends go to the same dentist so that kinda of made her at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We get to the dentist and they call us back and she still was all smiles.  In a millisecond she started crying and stomped off.  I explained to her that they were just going to look and they were not going to take any pictures.  Evelyn sat on my lap through the cleaning and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hygienist&lt;/span&gt; was very nice, I think you would have to be dealing with kids all day.  All in all it went very well and I was really proud of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The dentist came to look at her and he was a bit of a "fruitcake" but he was nice.  He said that  she does have a cavity and for kids that have anxiety over the dentist they will give them laughing gas. I am not sure what the correct medical term is.  He told me this and I started tearing up.  He assured me that it is not a sedative and there are no side effects and once they shut it off it's none.  It sounds harmless.  Guess what?  Her daddy will be taking her to the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April 3rd appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-8903668586975441310?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8903668586975441310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=8903668586975441310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8903668586975441310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/8903668586975441310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/03/dentist-just-sucks.html' title='The Dentist Just Sucks'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-934438652959689816.post-5456031063126011367</id><published>2009-03-09T15:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:10:40.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts  - I have many</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike and I were watching Making the Band on MTV the other night. I have to say this is one of our guilty pleasures along with How I met your mother, Two and half men, 24, The Unit, Amazing Race, Survivor, American Idol and Friday night lights. We both like shows that the other is not to fond of and that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but for the most part we are on the same page with TV shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway if you do not watch Making the Band you can stop reading now since you will not have a clue what I am talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The band Day 26 is saying that they have no money and they are broke. They were supposed to be in the studio recording their 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; album but due to paperwork not being filled out or some other bullshit they have not been able to book shows because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;realistically&lt;/span&gt; they thought they would be in the studio. When they do shows they make money and to make money they do shows so basically they are screwed. They are not working and just hanging around this beautiful apartment that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt; supplys for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What makes me laugh is these guys that complain they have no money are wearing these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; looking hats. I have never in my life seen anything so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If they would of saved the money that they spent on these hats or their Louis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vitton&lt;/span&gt; bags maybe they wouldn't be bitching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt; does not have a good track record with these bands. They all fall apart. That should be their first clue to get OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/934438652959689816-5456031063126011367?l=roccitymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5456031063126011367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=934438652959689816&amp;postID=5456031063126011367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5456031063126011367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/934438652959689816/posts/default/5456031063126011367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roccitymama.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts-i-have-many.html' title='Random Thoughts  - I have many'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05690527571911365093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
