<?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-7427409490845655774</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:09:14.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of a SuperMom</title><subtitle type='html'>The daily tales of things I do, want to do, and don't know why I do!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419551940873833081</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427409490845655774.post-6941579656042193572</id><published>2007-09-14T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:13:11.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobah vs. PreK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rur7oMbxAGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/_Xttec8yovE/s1600-h/07"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rur5XcbxADI/AAAAAAAAAWA/g8v577JJhF8/s1600-h/07"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110170908370206770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rur5XcbxADI/AAAAAAAAAWA/g8v577JJhF8/s320/07%27+CRAZY+KIDS+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeppers...that's correct!! Boo started PreK on Sept 4th. I was s little nervous that he wouldn't be able to sit still long enough to learn, but he seems to be adjusting well. He came home talking about the letter M. I was shocked! Dude has NEVER talked about learing unless it had something to do with learning the newest &amp;amp; coolest Power Ranger move! Anyhow, we began the day full of energy &amp;amp; excitment. Then...it came to a skreeeeeeching Hault! Seriously?? Boo refused to wear the shirt I had set out for him. OMG..not again. Not another clothes stubborn child!! See...I (being the wonderful, hip momma that I am, uhmm) bought him a pink polo! Come on ..pink is totally the in thing for guys these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, how cute is he..... I ask you????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apparently he didn't care how cute it was because...he said NO! Not once, twice, three times..................he said NO over &amp;amp; over again! At some point when I wasn't looking, his daddy had an influence. Lil' dude told me "men don't wear pink"! That's all it took...I lost the battle. With my white flag waving, I retreated...wounded!! FINE I said give me a couple of cute shots in your cute pink polo &amp;amp; then you can put on whatever you want! So, got my cute pic followed by a nasty face &amp;amp; then he got his change of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we are now completiong week 2. He sat down with his daddy last night to do 'homework'. He was to cut out anything that started with the letter B. He had so much fun learning with dad!! He is doing GREAT!! I'm so proud of him. He has his very first soccer game tomorrow. CAN NOT WAIT!&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/7427409490845655774-6941579656042193572?l=doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6941579656042193572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427409490845655774&amp;postID=6941579656042193572' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/6941579656042193572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/6941579656042193572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/2007/09/boobah-vs-prek.html' title='Boobah vs. PreK'/><author><name>bsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419551940873833081</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rur5XcbxADI/AAAAAAAAAWA/g8v577JJhF8/s72-c/07%27+CRAZY+KIDS+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427409490845655774.post-8787073573530014310</id><published>2007-08-29T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T04:36:21.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooo 2nd grade!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/RtYxJEn_EEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/i28DXQ3uO8I/s1600-h/2nd+grade.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104321259601072194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/RtYxJEn_EEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/i28DXQ3uO8I/s400/2nd+grade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well baby girl started her first day of 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade Monday. She absolutely loved it!! She is one of those children that thrives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; situations, and at this age loves school. As a parent, I can only hope she continues to view school as an exciting journey. She chose her own outfit (imagine that!) and then bounded out the door with her bright blue eyes, happy smile, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt; blond locks..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; and completely ready to take on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade! Yea, I'm proud of her. Even the sassy mouth she inherited from me. That's my baby girl!! Believe it or not I didn't cry. I mean..don't get me wrong, I can totally be sappy, but isn't it a ritual for EVERY mother (sometimes a dad or 2) to cry when they drop off a child @ school their first day (of any grade)?? I didn't even cry when she started K. I actually had to re-evaluate my mothering that day. Everyone told me what a horrible mom I was!! I was excited for her because she was so excited and the tears of sadness were replaced by giddy giggles of happiness &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; I shared with her that day. But today.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today she is "The Second Grader"!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boo will begin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K after the labor day holiday. That will be a whole other post!! Be on the look out!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So with the start of a brand new school year, comes the never ending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grueling&lt;/span&gt; schedules of soccer practices, games, dance lessons, homework, insanity checks &amp;amp; moments of sheer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt; because I forgot to dress Boo in his 'western' attire for hoe down day, OR God forbid... I forgot to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;replenish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rilye's&lt;/span&gt; lunch account and she will have to suffer through the day with a peanut butter sandwich!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/RtY8XEn_EII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HjVfVpbBLtY/s1600-h/Boo+soccer.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; the school year..as parents don't we love it so?? For my birthday this year, babe (that is Big Brandon..notice how no-one goes by their real names in our house) gave me a wonderful book called "Good Enough Mother". This book is going to be my saving grace. Let me quote a excerpt from the wise words of Rene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Syler&lt;/span&gt;..the good enough mother! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; relate to this quote, I swear it could be Boo .... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"....or how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;respond&lt;/span&gt; when my son comes running into my bedroom, claiming to be a new kind of superhero, with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jammie&lt;/span&gt; bottoms and briefs adorning his head, shrieking, "Mom! Mom! When I fart, underwear comes shooting out- because I'm UNDERWEAR MAN!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.... But my favorite quote so far is ... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I do know what I'm doing most of the time-and I'm good enough at doing it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know what? T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey are still alive &amp; thank the good LORD with all limbs still attached.... and I think very well adjusted children. Easy tempered or hot tempered, they are well mannered, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' beings that are conforming nicely to societies expectations..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/RtY_L0n_EKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/W2XV6CTX0Qs/s1600-h/both.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104336700008501410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/RtY_L0n_EKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/W2XV6CTX0Qs/s320/both.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, I will leave you with... slow down, don't stress. They love us no matter what! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE GOOD ENOUGH MOTHERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427409490845655774-8787073573530014310?l=doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8787073573530014310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427409490845655774&amp;postID=8787073573530014310' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/8787073573530014310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/8787073573530014310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/2007/08/helloooo-2nd-grade.html' title='Helloooo 2nd grade!!'/><author><name>bsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419551940873833081</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/RtYxJEn_EEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/i28DXQ3uO8I/s72-c/2nd+grade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427409490845655774.post-1369193557072214930</id><published>2007-08-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:34:52.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drama Queen Shops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rs8MJEn_D7I/AAAAAAAAATo/0OzGpK_VuNM/s1600-h/rilye1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102310252833869746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rs8MJEn_D7I/AAAAAAAAATo/0OzGpK_VuNM/s400/rilye1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Lord, the simple days of clothes shopping for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rilye&lt;/span&gt; are a vast memory simply floating past. Torturing me in a sea of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; frills!! See, before now, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; gone shopping 'for' her. You know...picked out what I wanted for her..and MADE her wear it. I guess along the same lines of "You live under my roof, you will follow my fashion style".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL..it has been brought to my attention that I just DO NOT have the same taste as baby girl! Oh course, I want to be cool mom? Who doesn't? and do our daughters clothes not reflect just a small part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; our 'cool mom' mind set? In the spirit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; baby girls new found love of fashion, and nourishing her newest passion... We went shopping, and I agreed to let her pick out her own clothes.   So we bounced out of the house Thursday night on a quest to find the perfect style that reflected her personality, and met my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is were sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;, have mercy on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;...comes into play. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CHILD IS PICKY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! I don't mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. this doesn't fit right picky! I mean.."NO, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; tacky mom"...picky! Like I'm some sort of alien from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fuddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;duddy&lt;/span&gt; land way back when. Hello....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' girl, I'm hip, I'm cool, I CAN pick out a 7 year old clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like any shades of brown or green. She doesn't like jeans, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;carpi's&lt;/span&gt;. She loves skirts, but has to wear shorts under them. BUT...she hates to wear shorts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; they "touch her T-T"! So you think a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;skort&lt;/span&gt; would be a simple solution...NO she doesn't like those either!! She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tennie&lt;/span&gt; shoe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; you have to wear socks. She doesn't like socks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; of the seam that runs across the toe &amp; that bugs her! The ONLY thing she will agree to wear on her feet are flip flops and her toes are going to freeze in the winter time. A concept I can not seem to drill into her head right now. Tops are probably the only thing we can agree on! Of course, they must be some form of pink, blue, or black. Someone, please tell me how this happened? Don't get me wrong, this is what her daddy &amp;amp; I have preached about for years. "Be your own person, believe in YOU, believe in what YOU want....be unique, BE an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INDIVIDUAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Lord, I never thought I would have to suffer in the process! In the end she ended up with some really cute things. Maybe, 5 complete outfits. A ton of tops with no matching bottoms.. Don't get me wrong, I love baby girl &amp;amp; we really did have a good time shopping together. BUT, there were those times I considered smacking her upside the head with a wire hanger.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427409490845655774-1369193557072214930?l=doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1369193557072214930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427409490845655774&amp;postID=1369193557072214930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/1369193557072214930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/1369193557072214930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/2007/08/drama-queen-shops.html' title='The Drama Queen Shops'/><author><name>bsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419551940873833081</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rs8MJEn_D7I/AAAAAAAAATo/0OzGpK_VuNM/s72-c/rilye1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427409490845655774.post-853385822671473746</id><published>2007-08-23T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:04:38.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an update!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rs32QEn_D6I/AAAAAAAAATg/GWEZHGzEeWM/s1600-h/Vacation+07+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rs319Un_D5I/AAAAAAAAATY/YRRP_ivCDW4/s1600-h/cozumelfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102004386737885074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rs319Un_D5I/AAAAAAAAATY/YRRP_ivCDW4/s400/cozumelfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rs31tkn_D4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/OIaWhbszRPQ/s1600-h/2pgrVacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been so long since I updated my blog! The summer has just flown by!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cruise was wonderful. It was everything everyone said it would be and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We loved eating whatever we wanted whenever we wanted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We loved the calazones at the pizzaria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We loved the towel animals that greeted us each night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We loved our suite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We loved our balcony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We loved our master bathroom!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We loved the comedian, the daily drinks, the band on the liddo deck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;WE LOVED OUR CRUISE TO MEXICO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND eveyone was correct. We disembarked the boat saying "next time we come on a crusie lets....". I'm already stalking the internet for specials to the Bahamas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427409490845655774-853385822671473746?l=doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/853385822671473746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427409490845655774&amp;postID=853385822671473746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/853385822671473746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/853385822671473746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-update.html' title='Finally an update!~'/><author><name>bsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419551940873833081</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eCqUetXTtZw/Rs319Un_D5I/AAAAAAAAATY/YRRP_ivCDW4/s72-c/cozumelfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427409490845655774.post-136610451494812706</id><published>2007-06-08T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:12:46.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is "cruisin' by!!</title><content type='html'>I can not believe it.  We leave for our cruise in less than 2 weeks.  We take a family vaction every summer with my parents.  A tradition we started when Boo was 18 mos and Rilye was 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;2004- We went to Destin, FL.  We drove from Dallas, Tx.  stopped half way in Biloxi, MS. overnight then continued our journey the next day.  We spent a few days in Destin, then a Hurrican threatened the Florida panhandle.  Ok, being a Texan..I wanted to get the heck out of dodge...Tornados I'm use to...hurricans, NOT SO MUCH! My parents, and husband humored it.  BUT, It wasn't so funny.  We drove in the pitch dark, pooring rain until we found an empty hotel room in Mobile, AL.  When we woke the next day, we found not only had the hurrican been down graded to a tropical storm, but had missed Destin completely!!  Hmmmm...I'm such a weenie!  At least I admit it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2005- We were booked for a condo in Gulf Shores, AL....only we didn't make it.  Boo had started daycare that year.  He was sick "literally" every 2 weeks for a year straight.  It was HORRIBLE!!!  We are talking "spike a 105 temp in a matter of minutes, become disorented,  and end up in the ER".  I couldn't justify driving 3 states away from his doctor at the time.  So...we took the week off, stayed in Texas, went to Schlitterbauhn (huge Tx water park) and Six Flags, lots of movies...etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2006- Big Brandon played softball in "The Polic Olympics"..this year we got lucky &amp; it was held in Brownsville, Tx.  Just a hop-skip-&amp; jump from S. Padre Island, TX.   Mind you I am a native Texan..born &amp; raised &amp;amp; have NEVER been to the Texas coast.  We packed up "the family truckster" &amp; headed out.  We stopped half way in San Antonio &amp; took in seaworld on the way.  It was a wonderful time at the beach...and alot more beautiful than I had ever expected.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THIS YEAR:  I finally decided to stop being a weenie &amp; agreed on a cruise.  NOT that I'm scared, I'm just a little uneasy of the unknown.  If it were just Brandon &amp; I, then no big deal.  But, when my babies come into play...I second guess EVERYTHING!!  We will drive the 5 hour drive to Galveston.  The entire family.  Mom-Day-Me-Brandon-Boo-Rilye-My brother- &amp; his boyfriend.  Spend the day &amp; night in Galveston, then board the cruise ship the next day.  It's a 5 day-4 night trip to Cozumel, Mexico.  Then on our arrival back into Galveston, we will truck the 4 1/2 hour up to San Antonio for a couple of days.  Show the kids the riverwalk &amp; go to Fiesta Texas.  We have 6 flags season passes, so we thought why not.  Anyhow.....wish me luck!   Can't wait to come back with tons of pics. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427409490845655774-136610451494812706?l=doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/136610451494812706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427409490845655774&amp;postID=136610451494812706' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/136610451494812706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/136610451494812706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-is-cruisin-by.html' title='Time is &quot;cruisin&apos; by!!'/><author><name>bsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419551940873833081</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427409490845655774.post-3441836835590372889</id><published>2007-05-30T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T11:33:21.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 On Tuesday</title><content type='html'>A fun little "12 onTuesday" game: 12 Random thoughts! I picked this up from a funny lil' firecracker @ We B Scrappin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1) MUST NOT EAT!! MUST DIET!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2) I can't believe I just paid $419 for 2 new tires &amp;amp; a re-alignment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3) My grandmother passed away yesterday, and all I can feel is 'relief' for my father, bc he doesn't have to worrry anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;4) Brandon began his new 2pm-10pm summer dispatch shift today..Hm.. guess I'll see him Sat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;5) The new May kit keeps screaming at me from the corner of my desk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;6) MUST NOT EAT!! MUST DIET!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;7) I'm nervous my 4 year old is swimming every day ~ all summer @ daycare without my supervision! It starts today! Can't stop thinking about it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;8) I need to shop for our June cruise to Mexico.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;9) Wonder if I will get to scrap tonight?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;10) I actually finished the laundry yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;11) I wish the rain would END. It's been 5 days straight!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;12) FINALLY...MUST NOT EAT!! MUST DIET!!&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/7427409490845655774-3441836835590372889?l=doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3441836835590372889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427409490845655774&amp;postID=3441836835590372889' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/3441836835590372889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/3441836835590372889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/2007/05/12-on-tuesday.html' title='12 On Tuesday'/><author><name>bsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419551940873833081</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-7427409490845655774.post-364041563494587421</id><published>2007-05-07T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T12:26:31.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIGHT!!  UGH!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who is close to me KNOWS I have struggled with my weight since high school. A constant struggle that effects my self esteem, self respect, basically my entire outlook on the world. It's so true, the better you feel about yourself, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; you feel about life. So the not so good days, effect everyone important in your life. I have decided to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;track&lt;/span&gt; k of my weight loss here. So I am accountable to SOMEONE! I will not lie. I will always post the truth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whether&lt;/span&gt; it is a loss or gain....I hope everyone that checks this blog, will help me with my struggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427409490845655774-364041563494587421?l=doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/364041563494587421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427409490845655774&amp;postID=364041563494587421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/364041563494587421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/364041563494587421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/2007/05/weight-ugh.html' title='WEIGHT!!  UGH!'/><author><name>bsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419551940873833081</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-7427409490845655774.post-765710934589720654</id><published>2007-05-01T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T14:22:04.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a blogger??</title><content type='html'>Well I decided to start my own blog! Not that I am so cool &amp; hip I deserve my own BLOG, but I thought it would be fun. My very own place to keep my very own thoughts. To highlight MY favorite layouts of other scrappers as well as my own.  We all need a place like that...right? I'm not sure how often I will get a chance to type out my thoughts &amp; happenings, but hopefully I can keep track of it.  Heaven knows my lil' family is so active, maybe this is a way for me to keep family &amp; friends updated.  Besides, my kids come up with some doozies that are definently topic worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427409490845655774-765710934589720654?l=doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/765710934589720654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427409490845655774&amp;postID=765710934589720654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/765710934589720654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427409490845655774/posts/default/765710934589720654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyougiveascrap.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a blogger??'/><author><name>bsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419551940873833081</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></feed>
