<?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-4354979177641132374</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:57:36.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts, My days, my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-6158637150202598448</id><published>2010-09-13T13:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:27:51.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>entertaining yourself</title><content type='html'>When you 1st get married you have fun and games that you play.  You are happy and enjoy everyday.  After a while you get into a routine and life becomes predictable.  It is in these times when you must entertain yourself.  I have been looking for something to do to entertain myself for a while now and I think I may have finally found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I go any further I must take you back a few years, to the cold war...the laundry war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy wanted me to put the laundry away everyday.  I like living out of laundry baskets and lets face it - I am lazy!  I get home late one night, only thinking about going to bed, and when I get there what do I find?  The bed filled with clothes to be put away.  I was pissed.  So I put away my own and pushed all of Troys to his side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy put away his clothes, then went outside and snow plowed all the snow around my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Troys big mistake was to take this on while he was on midnights,  From that day on I would wait about 1/2 hour after he went to bed.  Then I crept into the bed room to get my clothes...opps the drawer got away from me and slammed...opps I banged into something in the dark...hold on I just need to turn on the light for a minute to see if this is my brown or black shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would wait another 10 minutes and go back in for something I forgot.  I won that war.  The laundry gets put away when I decide it needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to present day.  How am I going to entertain myself?  I have decided that each day I am going to put away my clothes.  I am not going to say anything to Troy and wait until he notices.  When he does I will stop doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Because I can.  Because I am childish.  Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how this plays out.  Only Troys clothes are down here right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing is the tool belt.  Next spring Troy plans to buy a plastic prefab shed for at the trailer.  One of the kinds that just snap together.  He is excepting me to put it together.  I told him I would need a pink tool belt with pink tools in order to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me like I was dumb and explained it all snapped together I wouldn't need any tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not dumb.  I know I don't need tools or a belt.  But here is how I look at it.  If I look like I know what I am doing, I will feel like I know what I am doing and I will be able to do it.  Plus I will look like I know for the neighbours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy just thinks I am a weirdo.  In my defense - He had many years to figure out I am a weirdo - it isn't my fault he is just figuring it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly - The island of the misfit animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went again to a petting zoo.  At this zoo they have...a blind house broken pig that will poop in any other stale but her own, blind bunny, a 20 year old goat who thinks it is pregnant (it isn't) and is lactating, a goat with a sore tummy, cripple chicken, ducks that play tag, a friendly bull that like to play and be pet, 2 horses on pain meds for life because the previous owner didn't look after them and a christmas donkey.  Oh and 3 lama's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are able to pet and feed all the animals.  Alex really likes the lama's.  Why?  Because one snotted on me twice.  That's right I had to walk around with lama snot on me!  She also likes the pig - why?  Because it started eating my pant legs and left slober all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex spent all day there.  I had to drag her away.  She loved petting all the animals.  Loved having the ducks and chickens chasing her around.  Loved that the bunnies didn't run scared from her.  Loved to feel how soft the donkeys ears were.  Love to walk the goat like he was a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex said she wants to go live on a farm.  She will have to marry a farmer because there is no way this girl is moving to a farm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-6158637150202598448?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/6158637150202598448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/09/entertaining-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/6158637150202598448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/6158637150202598448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/09/entertaining-yourself.html' title='entertaining yourself'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-4912656488127029173</id><published>2010-09-10T09:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:45:21.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back again</title><content type='html'>I took Alex to the doctors for a follow up to her UTI.  The doctor wanted to know why we came in.  I explain the doctor at the hospital said our family doctor needed records of each UTI in case they become conic and told us to book a follow up appointment.  The doctor said that was jumping the gun but put it all in the computer anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked about Alex getting an itchy throat when she eats fruit and veggies.  I explain that Troy has the same thing.  The doctor asked if Troy had seen his doctor about it and I told him - the last time he went in for something he ended up getting a needle and a colonoscopy.  The doctor smiled and said that would do it and then he got all serious and asked - did he go in for an oral allergy and end up with a colonascopy?  I said no, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alex is being refereed to a allergist in Kingston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy and Alex spent a weekend together at  the trailer.  It went well.  Only 1 freak out and it was minor.  Alex declared that Dad was only good for farting and burping, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has decided she doesn't like grade 3.  The work is harder and she gets more homework.  I hate doing homework with her.  It is like pulling teeth.  I am making it consistent so we do it at the same time each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new glasses and no one noticed!!  Now I admit the are the same shape as my old ones, but the are very different.    Poor me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on to some deep thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I were walking and just out of the blue she hugged me and said she loved me.  It was one of those moments that parents live for.  When all the troubles and worry melt away and you only feel love in that moment.  But it got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I gave my mom a real I love you?  I mean each time we talk I say love you when I hang up.  But it is meaningless and just like saying good bye.  When I visit I hug her when I leave but again it isn't an I love you hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last real time I gave my mom a real I love you would have been 13 or 14 years ago.  I was living on my own - dirt poor and couldn't afford gifts for Christmas.  So I wrote my mom and step dad a letter.  A real I love you letter and thanking them for the things they had done.   They had both cried when they read them.  My step-father carried his around in his wallet until he died - I found that out when he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on one hand I feel really bad for not giving my mom more real I love yous.  I know as a parent how wonderful that feeling is.  But at the same time - well if you knew the things she did and what not you would probably understand why I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous of those people who have that deep bond with their mothers.  I want that.  But I also know I will never get it with my mom.  That saddens me.  I really hope Alex and I have it.  I would hate for her to feel about me the way I feel about my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my question for you all is - when is the last time you gave your mom a real I love you?  Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-4912656488127029173?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/4912656488127029173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/4912656488127029173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/4912656488127029173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-again.html' title='back again'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-7207641980676091577</id><published>2010-09-08T13:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:34:44.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been forever since I posted</title><content type='html'>I spent the summer at the lake.  No Internet means no posting from me.  Lots has happened - of course now that I sit down to do this I forget half of it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great Aunt passed away.  I went to the funeral.  You have those family members there that you only see at weddings and funerals.  I was there before my mom showed up.  Each and every single relative that showed up walked up to me, hugged me and kissed me (gross!) and said, "Sandy! You look so good!"  To which I replied that I was Laurie, Sandy's daughter.  They all commented on how much we look a like (great I look like a 58 year old chain smoker with a glass eye and half a foot!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great aunt (not the dead one but her sister who is 90) went though the whole I look like mom and then finished it off with, "The last time I saw you, you were tiny!  But don't worry, your mom was fat for a while and then she lost it.  Once you lost the weight you will look so pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Aunt Rose - I feel so happy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole talk of the funeral was how much I look like my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex had a loose tooth all summer long.  It was sticking out, she looked like Nanny Mcphee!  I have been carrying around change for 2 months waiting for it to come out.  I head for Ottawa for 1 night and it comes out!   Dh had to look in the couch for change!!  Figures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex got her hair cut.  It is a bob cut but it is shorter in the bad and longer in the front.  It looks real cute on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Tony won 3 ribbons at the fair this year and Ermie the guinea pig won 2 ribbons.  Alex was quite happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh - got to go - I will post more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-7207641980676091577?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/7207641980676091577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/09/been-forever-since-i-posted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/7207641980676091577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/7207641980676091577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/09/been-forever-since-i-posted.html' title='Been forever since I posted'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-1750910053330254905</id><published>2010-08-03T18:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T18:39:00.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>OK someone in VGS is selling clothes that would fit Alex and are things  she would wear.  The problem is she generally will wear 1 pair of pants  (so I buy 10-12 pairs of the same pants).  So by buying pants off this  lady I would have different pairs or different pants and I wouldn't be  able to buy any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pros to doing this are: Alex is doing better and trying more.  I  just don't know if she is at spot where she would wear different pants.   If would get her use to different pants and maybe make her more  flexible.  It would be more cost effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons are - if she loves one pair of pants more then the others she may  refuse to wear anything but those pants.  Then I have to either wash them  every night (not doing that again!) or make the disappear and live in  hell for a week or so.  Plus go out and find 10 pairs of pants that are  all the same for her (and no one store has 10 pairs on the same pants  in the same size.  I either have to order them off line of  visit  different cities to get enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I want her to be exposed to more so she can get use to more and be more flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I or shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to logosland (google it). This lady was wearing a high cut  bathing suit.  Now the only hair do she could have downtown was a very  thin mohawk (or racing strip) or bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this lady had not mowed the lawn at all.  She didn't even do any  trim work.  She didn't have a lawn - she had a hay field!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway standing on the beach you could really easily see all her hair  sticking out everywhere.  Now if that wasn't enough she kept going into  the lake, doing handstands in the water and doing the splits while doing  these handstands.  All that was missing was a neon sign pointing at her  crotch saying "LOOK HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part the bothered me most was her legs and pits were shaved.  Her  eyebrows were clearly sculpted.  And yet she totally over looked or  didn't care to maintain her lawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could have worn a swim skit or did a quick weed whacking job.  She had to know we all could see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this other lady was wearing a swim suit that almost matched her  skin toned exactly.  It was kind of disturbing because she looked naked  at the beach, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex had a friend over last night and tonight.  We were at the trailer  last night.  They were getting along great,  Left me to read a book? -  didn't have one.  Do a puzzle? - can only do so many.  Get lost in my  thoughts? - turns out my thoughts are deep enough to get lost in!  I was  bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least now we are at home and I can watch TV or surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off tomorrow to our nations capital.  Staying until Sunday.  Don't know what we are doing yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-1750910053330254905?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/1750910053330254905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1750910053330254905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1750910053330254905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-3932773161459123196</id><published>2010-07-22T15:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:04:37.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Need to replace the oil tank (for the furnace) because it is to old and the insurance company won't insure us unless we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing machine went - $800 to fix it!!  So we bought a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$ for logosland, Ottawa trip, wood pellets, brakes.  Anyone have a money tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took D to the trailer with us for 3 days.  We saw him and Alex really misses him and so I invited him.  I really didn't expect him to say yes, but he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I have been having the best summer ever together.  She hasn't been freaking out, and when she does get upset it is minimal compared to how she use to freak out.  Now it is over and dealt with quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So D came with us.  It was the worse 3 days at the trailer so far!!  She had total meltdowns each day.  Nothing was right, nothing was good enough.  She ripped the strap off her shoe.  It was really awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a huge change for the better in her when D moved out, but I honestly thought it was just her getting older.  Now I am thinking it is D.  Now when I say that I don't mean the D provoked her or did anything wrong.  I think she is just stressed or over whelmed and doesn't know how to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is very immature socially.  When ever she has a friend over she fights with them and ends up freaking out.  As much as she is lonely without other kids here, I am starting to think she is better off alone.  I mean she seams to have such a hard time with there are extra people around.  When it is just her, she is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting having D with us.  He has changed so much.  He smokes now.  He swore a bunch of times in front of Alex (not to Alex or at her, just in hearing range of her).  He has a tattoo on his arm.  Huge burn on his chest from a roman candle fight.  And for some odd reason he told me he has lost his virginity and has girls sleeping over all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent most of the time sleeping at the trailer.  He didn't want to do anything with us.  Just sleep.  It was hard not to mother him.  There were many times I wanted to say something but didn't.  Like he had cookies for breakfast.  He didn't really eat meals, he just eat all the junk food we had and snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  He said he was happy.  I am sad to see what he is becoming.  He has plans to go on a road trip this weekend and get drunk.  It's like the boy I knew is dead and this one has taken his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has been an interesting week.&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/4354979177641132374-3932773161459123196?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/3932773161459123196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-it-rains.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/3932773161459123196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/3932773161459123196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains...'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-1009852714730756074</id><published>2010-07-15T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:02:38.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alex needs a sibling.  I wish I had another child.  It's too late now.  I mean my tubes are tied, but even if they weren't and I got pregnant tonight, Alex would be 8 when the baby was born, so they wouldn't really be playmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, well, Mich your son is such a cutie - but I just don't want to have to deal with all that now.  Diapers, feedings, sleepless nights, and all the fun stuff that goes with a baby, the a toddler, then a pre-schooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex needs a playmate.  She has a few friends but she fights with them all the time.  She is so hard to get along with.  I wish she at least had 1 good friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets?  I don't know.  If we didn't foster I probably would have had another child.  Really with all we went though with Little D, well a baby would be much more work then that!!  But if we didn't foster I wouldn't have been able to stay home for so many years.  So fostering meant I got to spend the 1st 5 years of Alex's life with her.  But it also meant I wasn't up to having another kid because I had so much on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the question of if we want to still do it.  Alex really wants us to take in more kids.  I do enjoy kids.  And I will be honest - the extra cash does help.  But the other hand - I am having such a great time with Alex this summer.  Just the 2 of us (3 when Troy isn't working).  I don't know.  Deep thoughts I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to lighter things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that Sherk was modeled after Troy.  They are both anti-social.  They are both grumps.  They both hate other people.  They both fart and burp a lot.  They both think they are funny.  I swear they are the same!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the trailer and Alex saw that a chipmunk had been eating acorns and dropped the shells on the awning.   She said, "look how dirty the awning is.  It's because that chipmunk put his dirty nuts all over it!"  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next my thoughts about mosquito's.  If they sucked fat instead of blood - think about it!!  A weekend camping trip would be free liposuction.  Woman would rub mosquito's attractant on instead of repellent.  You also have to wonder - why didn't Noah kill the mosquito's when there was only 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep thoughts.  Light thoughts.  Lots of thoughts.  Too many thoughts.&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/4354979177641132374-1009852714730756074?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/1009852714730756074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1009852714730756074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1009852714730756074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-8604373274597784716</id><published>2010-07-06T18:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:35:56.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>Well school is out and summer vacation is in full swing.  In the fall I laughed at some parents because they label all their kids stuff.  I get labeling shoes and clothes and backpacks.  I just can't imagine spending the time to label every pencil and marker.  I mean the labels cost as much as replacing the item!!  Makes no sense to me and it is time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Alex comes home with all her stuff.  In her pencil case is pens, pencils, markers, pencil crayons and whatever else.  Everything has a name on it - none of the names is Alex, lol.  So all you pencil labelers - it is my kid who steals all your kids school supplies!!  Alex said she is queen of the pencils.  Whenever a classmate needed a pencil she always gave them one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason they needed a pencil is because Alex stole theirs in the 1st place, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have a trailer and a seasonal spot at a trailer park.  Alex and I have been up there since school let out.  No cell service or internet.  I am in withdraw!!  I mean honestly, how do people survive with out cell or internet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 weeks and we have had 2 snake encounters.  Between that and no cell or internet, I am starting to wonder if this was a good idea!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st snake - Alex went running up to a shed to show me how small it was.  She almost stepped on it.  I don't know how big it was because I only saw it's tail going into the shed.  But it was black and the tail was as thick as a quarter.  Alex was so close to stepping on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd snake was a water snake.  Alex said she thinks she saw a water snake.  I asked her to show me but she couldn't find it and concluded it must have been a stick.  Another mother said she had been coming to the lake for years and never once saw a water snake.  So we play and time go by.  Then the Mother quickly walks out of the water and says to me there was a snake and it was under the dock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake wasn't afraid of people.  It was chasing after the people as they were fleeing from the water.  Of course it was all mothers and children there so we are all out of the water screaming and acting like babies.     Then a father came along and we asked him scare it away.  He hit it with a frisbee.  It turned upside down and floated back under the dock.  Everyone was sure it was dead and went back to playing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me though.  If it was dead then it would have floated out the other side of the dock.  It must be alive and wrapped under the dock.  The morning turns to afternoon and then to evening.  The kids found clams and wanted to crack one open to see inside.  They were banging on them on the dock.  I guess all the banging was enough for Mr.Water snake because out from the dock he came.  Thankfully he just swam away.  I watched him as long as I could.  He was a fast swimmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate snakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lathered Alex and I in sun block yesterday.  I reapplied it to Alex several times but only once to myself.  My head, face, shoulders, boobs, arms and legs are burnt!!  But I would rather be burnt them shoveling snow!!  So I am not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am home for a few days.  Stinking work getting in the way of summer vacation!!  Work has been hard this summer.  They offer me shifts and I do need the money.  But every day I work is less time I spend at the trailer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I are loving the trailer.  This has been an awesome summer so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another plus is I get new glasses soon.  These ones are getting to be so beat up.  End of the month I get new ones.  Hey Mich - you should come with me to pick them out.  I can't see and I hate relying on the sales lady to tell me what looks good and not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do other people do?  I really can't see without my glasses.  I have to stick my nose to the mirror to see what they look like and even that isn't clear.  I use to wear contacts so I could see what they would look like but I haven't wore them in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-8604373274597784716?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/8604373274597784716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/07/been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/8604373274597784716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/8604373274597784716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/07/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-5882794228298382685</id><published>2010-06-23T17:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:01:28.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I bought underwear and a bathing suit.  The store policy is bathing suits are non-refundable because of hygiene issues.  I get that and I am fine with that.  What I don't get is...why is underwear refundable?  What non-hygienic things happen in a swim suit that doesn't happen in underwear?  That is mind boggling to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how I bought 'slimming' underwear.  Now when I out them on my belly does look slimmer.  However I have a huge muffin top because of them.  Now my current underwear is size large.  I bought XL in these underwear because they looked small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is do I want a fatter looking stomach or a muffin top?  I think I will stick with my fat belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexism that I can remember: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - Mom why did you and Dad get married?  Oh wait!  Let me guess...you were drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Me - There was a year from the time he asked me to the time we got married.  So if that was the reason I would have had to have been drunk for a year.&lt;br /&gt;Alex - You were drunk for a year?&lt;br /&gt;Me - No!  I married him because I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was a while back.  She asked if we could take in another kid.  A kid around 5 or 6.  She needs another kid because she is tried of loosing at checkers to Fat Tony (cat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my camo pants.  I was looking for them the other morning.  I looked in dryer - there was 3 or 4 things in there - no camo pants.  Looked in my basket, Alex's basket, the washer and the clothes line.  No pants.  So I took everything out of my basket and refolded it.  Not in there.  Looked in the dryer again - not in there.  Took everything out of Alex's basket - not in there.  Decided to fold the 3 or 4 things in the dryer and low and behold they were in there.  All I could think was "wow these are really good camo pants!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy has finally agreed to let me find a babysitter.  I can't find one!!  I think I will put an ad at the library looking for one.  The problem is a lady I know who babysits will see it and I don't want to hire her.  Her kids are wild.  Her son beats up Alex and she doesn't do anything because he is mentally disabled.  Well if you don't do something now, what's going to happen when he is an adult?  I just don't want her.  So I am not sure how I address that if it comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping for a kid at Alex's school.  Then in September they can just take the bus home with her and get off here.  I have a few calls out.  No one has returned them yet.  I called yesterday.  Not sure how long I should wait for them to call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my stupid garden done.  I had it all ready.  All I needed to do was drill some holes and nail the boards down.  I was waiting for Troy because he was going to do that part.  He was just sweeping the garage.  I waited and waited and waited.  He was making me wait on purpose.  So finally I got sick of waiting (I had other things to do) so I just started drilling myself.  Well that got him out of the garage pretty darn fast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-5882794228298382685?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/5882794228298382685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/5882794228298382685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/5882794228298382685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-3252249213397377902</id><published>2010-06-14T19:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:36:01.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid gardens!!!</title><content type='html'>Why oh why did I want to put in gardens!!!  Have you ever seen a movie where someone digs up a grave or treasure?  Well they are such liers!!  It is no where near as easy as they make it look.  It is back breaking labour.  Even worse when your crappy husbands just sits there and watches you.  It is my garden so I have to do the work.  Stupid garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever decide to put another garden in - shoot me!!  Really do it!!  It is a lot of hard work.  The next house I am buying will already have flower beds in and I am keeping them and that is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the trailer.  It is nice to have a place to go.  I can't get cellphone there and at 1st I thought it would really bother me (because I am a slave to my phone) but it doesn't.  I mean there are times would it would be nice.  Like if I could text Troy to bring stuff up or he could do the same.  But all in all it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work really sucks now.  Every time I take a shift that is less time I can spend at the trailer.  I want the money but I want to go to the trailer too, lol.  I wish Alex was done school so we could spend more time there.  I don't know why we didn't do this sooner.  Well I do know - no idea how affordable it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is in a grade 1/2 class this year.  They are learning sex ed.  I mean Alex came home and was able to tell me how a baby is made and how it comes out.  Grade 1?  Isn't that a bit young?  She said she learnt it last year - I wasn't aware of that.  I mean I have no problem with her learning this.  She has books and stuff on it.  I just had no idea they teach that stuff so young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-3252249213397377902?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/3252249213397377902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/06/stupid-gardens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/3252249213397377902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/3252249213397377902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/06/stupid-gardens.html' title='stupid gardens!!!'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-4356738097209290179</id><published>2010-06-07T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:14:24.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this little girl - and she was a cute little girl, but her clothes!!  She was dressed just awful.  I hate to say it but very dorky looking.  I am sure kids at school would make fun of her.  My 1st thought was "why would her mother even buy those clothes let alone let her wear them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them I look over at Alex.  She has her beautiful pink flower dress on.  Her sport socks inside out and pulled up to her knees and her black skull running shoes.  I hate it when people make snap judgments about her appearance.  They don't know about her clothing issues.  There is a reason she dresses like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in spite of the fact that I have a kid with issues, and I hate when other people judge Alex's appearance, I did the same thing.   You would think that because I live it everyday I would be more in tune with it, yet I'm not.  I guess it is something I have to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up the trailer this weekend.  Alex explored the camp.  We found 2 clams with clams inside.  Normally I only find empty shells.  We put them in a bug box and watched them come out and go back in.  It was neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex played with some of the kids at the park.  I really could see how much her social skills are lacking.  This one little girl was trying really hard to play with her and Alex wasn't helping at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your name? - Alex&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to play tag? - No&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to build a castle? - No&lt;br /&gt;How old are you? - 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At no point did Alex engage in a conversation with her.  Just 1 word answers.  I know Alex wanted to play with her but she just doesn't have the social skills.  We use to roll play.  I took her to play group 2x a week for years.  I guess we still need to work on it.  Even when she did start to play with the other kids (with some help from me) she seamed a lot younger then the other kids - even though they were the same age.  Just the way they acted and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing this is because she is an only?  Or is it something else?  When she went for all that testing aspergers was thrown around.  Now I don't think she has that.  I do wonder if her lack of social skills is something more then just being an only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean she has had plenty play dates and kids to play with.  Is it just her personality?  Is it because she is an only?  Is it because I failed to install them?  I admit it - I am awful at making friends.  I can make acquaintances fine.  But I have trouble taking that next step.  As result I have always had maybe 1 close friend at a time and that is it.  This makes me think my lack of skill in that department has rubbed off on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the trailer.  We got it mostly set up.  Troy forgot some tools so he will have to set up the sewage and propane next weekend.  It will be just Alex and him at the trailer - should be interesting.  It was brought to my attention last night that Troy and Alex have never slept away from home without me before.  I always deal with Alex.  She always has trouble going to sleep in different places.  So it should be a good experience for them.  I am interested to hear how the weekend goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of kids at the park without adults there.  I was the only adult.  The kids ranged from 2 years old up to 8.  I notices a few of the kids came from near by trailers so their parents could watch them from the trailer.  But others biked to the park.  Is 8 old enough to be off on your own on a bike at a camp ground?  I mean it would be so much more convenient is Alex could just go to the park on her own.  It is just up the road - however you can't see it from our site. I am just not comfortable with it.  Maybe after we have been there a while it will be different.  I don't know.  I know I am over protective and sometimes it is hard to decide if I am hovering or not.   How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some funny Alexisms to add.  But I just can't think of any right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the report for today.  Have a coke and a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-4356738097209290179?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/4356738097209290179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-saw-this-little-girl-and-she-was-cute.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/4356738097209290179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/4356738097209290179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-saw-this-little-girl-and-she-was-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-6094310399578866206</id><published>2010-06-04T18:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:49:03.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>retraction</title><content type='html'>I meant to post this earlier - sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that the troll story isn't true.  It is on snopes.com  Sorry to mislead you.  A co-worker told it to me.  I honestly don't know if she knows it isn't true or not.  But anyway - so you know that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Laurie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-6094310399578866206?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/6094310399578866206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/06/retraction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/6094310399578866206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/6094310399578866206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/06/retraction.html' title='retraction'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-1055770124927838931</id><published>2010-06-04T15:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:45:03.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I really having this conversation?</title><content type='html'>Alex - Mom, can I try your breast milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - Then how where you going to breast feed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - When you're pregnant you make milk.  You keep making milk as long as a baby is drinking it.  When the baby stops, you stop making milk.  I have no babies to drink it so I'm not making any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - Why are your boobies so big then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - It's all fat sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - (long pause) Can I try your boobie fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Do you just want to bite a piece off or did you want me to slice some off for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - No!  I mean drink it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Sweetheart what do you think is going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - Fat will come out and it will be like hamburger fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - That's grease - it is a type of fat.  But the fat in my boobs is the same type of fat as in my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - You have butt fat in your boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - (heavy sigh) Sweetheart you know when you have a steak and there is the fat on the side you cut off?  That is the type of fat in my boobs.  Only it's people fat not cow fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - Well what fun things can you do with your boobies then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - fun things?  Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - Then why does dad call them his fun bags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - (Even heavier sigh) Dad shouldn't call them that.  He does nothing with them.  They just sag there like a decoration.  Now go finish getting ready for school.  I am not answering anymore boobie questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do other people have conversations like this with their children?  I mean really?  Where do these questions come from??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy asked me to pick him up some underwear.  I asked him what size and he said 'Fat!'.  I think Alex gets it from Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have posted this already all over the internet but I am going to post it one more time.  Mich graduated yesterday!!  Super big high 5 and hooray for you!!!  Great job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am down 20lbs and no one has noticed yet.  (Mich I know you are going to comment on this but you don't count because I have been telling you about my weight loss journey.  I mean people who don't know I am trying and haven't seen me in a little while).  I really would love for someone to come up to me and ask if I have lost weight.  I bought some large shirts today instead of extra large!  Losing weight really sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in the bank yesterday.  There was 4 people in front of me in line.  The lady in front was complaining about how long it took.  When it was her turn she had to dig though her suitcase of a purse to find her 4 bank books.  She then got them all updated.  Took money out, put money in, paid bills.  Then she stood there talking to to the teller.  The other 3 ladies in front of me were in and out before she was done.  When I left she was still talking!  And she wonders why she has to wait so long in line!  That drives me nuts!  Have your stuff ready, know what you want to do.  Do it and move on so the next person can go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly..."If I were you I would...".  No if you were me you would do exactly what I a doing because you would be me!!  If you were handling this situation you may handle it differently.  But if you were me you would be doing what I am doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you name the truck with four wheel drive,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smells like a steak, and seats thirty five?&lt;br /&gt;Canyonero!  Canyonero!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down,&lt;br /&gt;It's the  country-fried truck endorsed by a clown,&lt;br /&gt;Canyonero! Canyonero!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, hey!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twelve yards long, two lanes wide,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sixty five tons of American pride!&lt;br /&gt;Canyonero! Canyonero!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Top of the line in utility sports,&lt;br /&gt;Unexplained fires are a  matter for the courts!&lt;br /&gt;Canyonero! Canyonero!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;She blinds everybody with her super high beams,&lt;br /&gt;She's a  squirrel-squasher, deer-smackin' drivin' machine,&lt;br /&gt;Canyonero!  Canyonero! Canyonero!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whoa, Canyonero! Whoooooaaaa!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-1055770124927838931?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/1055770124927838931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/06/am-i-really-having-this-conversation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1055770124927838931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1055770124927838931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/06/am-i-really-having-this-conversation.html' title='Am I really having this conversation?'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-5606079729264159029</id><published>2010-05-31T16:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:10:07.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you ever lost a child?  If you haven't, I don't recommend it!!  I lost Alex at a friends apartment.  Instead of waiting for us she went ahead to the apartment, only she couldn't find it.  If that was bad enough this apartment is several buildings connected together so there are several apartment buildings she can access without going out side.  It is such a maze that pizza delivery refuse to deliver there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was lost for about 15-20mins.  My friend found her.  She ended up 2 buildings over and then went outside and was trying to get back into the building but couldn't.  I was at the point that if we didn't find her now i was going to call the police for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was crying.  She was scared.  I was too!!!  I was certain no one had taken her or anything.  But it is still scary.  I hope she learned from all of this, I really do!!  Man that was scary for me.  I think I grew a few more gray hairs and aged a few years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got a site at a seasonal camp ground.  We bought the in laws trailer and we are going to camp there all summer (when we are not working).  We bring the trailer up on Saturday.  I am so excited.  All this stuff going through my head...got to get this and got to get that.  I hope this will be as much fun as I think it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I missed your call I was at the trailer!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was showering and I told her to make sure she washed her feet and bum really well.  Alex got upset because if she washed her feet 1st them her bum would smell like feet and if she washed for bum 1st then her feet would smell like bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does she come up with this stuff??&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/4354979177641132374-5606079729264159029?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/5606079729264159029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/5606079729264159029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/5606079729264159029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and found'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-1651758462887238310</id><published>2010-05-25T19:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:44:28.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A troll!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So we get home, the neighbors had a bunch of people over, all sitting outside.  I make a run for the bathroom.  Alex yells after me, "Hey mom, when you're done pooping will you play outside with me?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting the neighbors know that I need to poop!!  Why not put an ad in the newspaper!  Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out looking for a light pink t-shirt.  Like a baby pink.  Solid colour - no prints.  Do you think I could find one?  Nope.  I have a new pair of capris and it would go perfect with them.  So the hunt is still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need a new purse as the strap is ripping off mine.  Again I couldn't find any I liked.  I  like ones with really long straps so I can put it cross body.  I find purses slip off my shoulder and I hate carrying them.  So again the hunt is still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to close a super funny story a co-worker told me.  I will warn you, some may find it offensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She has an adult son with autism.  He says at home  during the day alone - he is fairly high functioning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So a week  or 2 ago he calls her at work all excited.  He keeps saying 'I caught a  troll!!  I caught a troll!'.  Now she isn't too concerned because this  is normal for him.  He will hear sounds or see shadows and think they  are different things.  So she does her best to calm him down and tells  him they will figure it out when she gets home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So she finishes  working and gets home (about 6 hours after the phone call).  As soon as  she pulls into the driveway he is right out the door, all excited saying  'I caught a troll!  I caught a troll!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OK, she says 'lets go  inside and see if we can figure this out'.  So they go inside and the  1st thing she sees is he has pushed all the furniture up against the  closet door.  She asked him why and he told her the troll was in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well  she starts moving the furniture and she can hear something in the  closet.  She gets all the furniture moved, opens the door and in the  closet is (are you ready for it?) a Jehovah witness.  He is a midget!!   He came to the door, her son let him inside, pushed him in the closet  and locked him in, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The poor guy was in there for 6 hours!!! Can you imagine coming home to that?  I wonder what the guy in the  closet was thinking?  OMG I laughed so freaking hard.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry if this offends you but I did warn you)&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/4354979177641132374-1651758462887238310?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/1651758462887238310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/troll.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1651758462887238310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1651758462887238310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/troll.html' title='A troll!!'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-5470026858628000256</id><published>2010-05-17T18:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:57:57.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unsent letters</title><content type='html'>Dear Alex;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.  I love your new hair cut.  You are so beautiful.  You lite up my life.  I wish you were more flexible.  I wish you could adjust to change.  You are so smart and you can do anything you set your mind to.  You are the only thing holding you back.  How can I help you learn to be more flexible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are the best kid in the world.  You make me laugh, you make me smile.  You make life worth living.  I can't wait to see where life brings you.  What you become.  You make life exciting.  I want to fast forward time so I can see the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to freeze time.  You are growing up so fast.  I can't believe you are 7 1/2.  Seams like yesterday you were a baby.  I know we over protect you.  I know we need to let you out from under our wings.  It is so hard.  But I know that when you spread your wings it will be spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May life treat you kind and always know I will always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Troy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend.  My best friend.  I can tell you anything.  I can tell you the dark evil thoughts I have and you don't think I am evil.  You make me laugh, you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great provider for Alex and I.  You always make sure we have what we need, and a lot of the time, what we want.  Alex and I both take advantage of you.  We all know that.  I will try to do more around here.  Carry more weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my biggest supporter and I thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said we wouldn't make it a year.  We have been married going on 11 years and together for 14 years.  You are my longest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we will grow old together.  I am also sure I will be bald 1st :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mich;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this letter isn't unsent since you will probably read this :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my friend.  You are a great person.  You set such a great example for your children.  You are a strong woman.  You have endless courage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think our friendship is more me giving and you taking, but you are wrong.  We just have different things to give.  You give me advice.  You give me perspective.  You give me other ways of thinking of things.  You are not afraid to point out better ways and offer me your wisdom.  You are smart and well informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to you (and not just because you are taller, lol).  Thank you for all that you have given me.  I hope 10 years from now we are watching our girls move in their lives.  I hope we will be still be friends years and years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for that you have given me, and thanks in advance for all I will take from you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Laurie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-5470026858628000256?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/5470026858628000256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/unsent-letters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/5470026858628000256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/5470026858628000256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/unsent-letters.html' title='unsent letters'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-3124834653776177573</id><published>2010-05-11T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:29:46.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>success vs failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Funny how 2 people can look at the same situation and 1 sees success and 1 sees failure.  D is 17 - 18 in August.  He has moved out and I am guessing dropped out of school (I say this because the school has call every day for 2 weeks saying he wasn't in class) 5 weeks before graduating.  He is smoking and who knows what else he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at this as I failed.  I failed to install something in him over the last 5 years.  I failed to provide an environment where he can flourish and feel at home.  One where he can soar and the possibilities are endless.  He is such a smart kid.  He can do whatever he wants.  But he chooses not to do the work and not set any goals.  Maybe I pushed him to hard or maybe not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAS looks at this and thinks I succeeded.  He may it this far and almost graduated high school.  That is more then most kids in care do.  He is (for the most part) a good kid and as close to 'normal' as CAS kids tend to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder, does CAS set the bar too low or did I set it too high?  Guess I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, as I can't dwell on the past forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has such a good day today.  She wore jeans - she never wears jeans.  She can't stand them.  She wore new socks - totally different then the ones she is use too.  She wore her hair in a pony tail - she hates stuff in her hair.  It was spirit day so she got to wear her sun glasses all day as well.  She looked so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got home and wanted to go to a friends house, but he wasn't home.  I had to go to town.  She hates having to go places, but she didn't complain.  She just asked if she could finish watching her show (5 mins left) and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now in the bath.  No fighting over it or anything.  Just got in and now is playing.  When Little D left she improved so much.  It happened over night.  I could not believe the change.  Now I wonder, will she improve again?  I can't help but notice the great mood she has been in for the most part of a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants a kitten real bad.  I told her the 2 cats we have are enough.  But we had them before she was born so she never got to see them as kittens.  Oh she promises she will look after the kitten.  Feed it, clean up after it, everything.  "Just like you do with your guinea pig?" I asked.  "Yes, I mean no, I mean I don't, I mean I do, I mean I will this time, I promise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pets until the ones we have bite the big one!!  My house is turning into a letting zoo!!  2 cats, 2 pigs, DH and Alex are enough!  Seeing as it is I who has to deal with all the poop in house - I don't need more to add to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of poop, I noticed our imagery dog left another pile on our lawn.  Why can can't people pick up after their dogs.  The guy across the road, he drives while holding on to the lease so the dog can run beside he car.  That he how he 'walks' the dog.  He has 2 kids that are old enough to walk the dog around my block, plus he is quite capable as well.  I mean that is the height of laziness.  I guess for the dog it is better then nothing.  The dog spends all day chained to a tree not being able to go very far.  I feel for the dog.  I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the Laurie report for today.  Hope you all had a good day.&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/4354979177641132374-3124834653776177573?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/3124834653776177573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/success-vs-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/3124834653776177573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/3124834653776177573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/success-vs-failure.html' title='success vs failure'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-7314822005664576672</id><published>2010-05-10T14:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:36:56.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in the dumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Having a 'down in the dumps' day.  I don't know if it because of mothers day or D moving out or what but I have been thinking about my family a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 1month old Mom found out dad had a girlfriend and kicked him out.  Dad moved in with his girlfriend and had 2 girls (I also have an older brother).  He also cheated on her and got kicked out.  So he has 4 kids.  He visited my brother and I a few times when we were young.  But visits soon grew fewer and further between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 20 years I have talked to Dad once when I was around 15 and saw him at Grandma's funeral 8 years ago - but we didn't talk.  That is the only time Troy has seen my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time Dad has tried to regain contact with my brother and my 2 younger sisters but never me.  Why not me?  He has been able to contract my brother and sisters and they all know how to get in touch with me.  So it isn't like he can't find me.  Plus I lived in this house when grandma was alive and she had my phone number and address - none of that has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Step-father (Gord) was verbally abusive.  He was strict and mean.  The best example I can think of is my room.  My room on it's messiest day was cleaner then any one elses room on there dirtiest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from school one day to find my door closed.  On it a note that said 'a pig lives in here'.  I opened the door and Gord had emptied all the garbage from house into my room.  Not in bags, but dumped it.  I had coffee grinds and rotten food on my carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he do this?  I was in a hurry that morning.  I made my bed but the blankets were longer on one side then the other.  My closet door was open and my desk chair not pushed in.  I also left a book on my nightstand.  I spent all night cleaning, vacuuming and scrubbing my carpet.  It stained my carpet.  Years later I would still get in trouble for ruining my carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would also call me names and nothing I did was ever good enough.  I would like to say that I don't think he set out to be mean.  I think this was the way he was raised and he didn't know any better.  I honestly think his 'parenting toolbox' didn't have a lot in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have my mother.  Sigh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school I was having a hard time with things.  I was suicidal.  My friend went to the school consoler because she was concerned.  They called in my mom.  Mom came in and oh she put on a great show.  She cried and hugged me and said she had no idea.  Oh things were going to change.  We went home, I got grounded for being so stupid and had to pay mom back the money she would be short on her pay from leaving work early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved out as soon as I finished high school.  I was so poor.  Some days the only food I ate was what I stole from work.  Income tax time came and I got a statement for $6000.  I had no idea what that was for.  I asked mom if she knew - and she did!  Because of my age I got $500/month though my Step-fathers pension.  She applied for it and had the money deposited right into her account.  I really could have used the money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made mom do my taxes and pay what I owed.  She was then suppose to pay me what I would have gotten back - but she never did.  She also cheated on my taxes and I got audited...and the next 5 years after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I since have no longer anything to do my Mom and money.  She has screwed me over too many times.  She even stole my brothers college money (that he worked for and saved).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again - Mom has impulse control when it comes to shopping.  She knew if she rang up the credit cards again my step father would leave her.  She did these things to hide her shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step father has since died.  My mom now lives with a man who drinks and drives and smokes joints.  I feel bad for mom.  She is so afraid to be on her own, she changes to be like the person she is with.  I don't think she even knows who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know many people have had it worse then me.  I am in no way suggesting I had the worse childhood or family.  I will say I have a crappy family.  I often wonder why I still talk to mom.  She is so self centered and selfish.  I guess because she is the only parent I have.  Dad never wanted me, Gord has died and that leaves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have a great mother/daughter relationship with her.  I hear people talking about how wonderful their mothers are and I am jealous.  I want that.  I guess at this point I can only be the best mom I can to Alex and hope our relationship will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a lot of my parents in me and that scares me.  I really don't want to be like them at all.  I guess I just need to focus on being the person I want to be.&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/4354979177641132374-7314822005664576672?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/7314822005664576672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/down-in-dumps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/7314822005664576672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/7314822005664576672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/down-in-dumps.html' title='Down in the dumps'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-48246666291530916</id><published>2010-05-08T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:26:39.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always my kid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why is it always my kid? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex always wants to have friends over.  Yet when she does she fights and complains the whole time.  They are touching her stuff.  They are not playing what she wants to play.  They are going to ruin her toys.  They are going to take her toys.  They are going to...they are going to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time they are here they fight fight fight.  Now I would love to get on my high horse and point my finger at these kids and tell you how rotten they are.  But truth be told it isn't these other kids that are the problem.  It is my kid.  She is not flexible and not willing to make any compromises.  Everything is her way or the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder why she wants to have friends over when all she does is fight with them.  She gets mad at them for playing with her stuff.  I can't help but wonder why these kids come over!!  She yells at them and is mean.  I don't like playing with her either!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever  there is a problem, you can bet my daughter is the cause of it.  When everyone is going left, she is going right.  She will not conform no matter what.  She is her own person and does what she wants when she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me this will be great when she gets older.  She won't follow the crowd and fall to peer pressure.  I don't see it that way.  I see her as more defiant and stubborn. I see her talking back and rebelling.  I see us butting heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her.  I love her with all my heart.  She can command my emotions.  She can make me more angry then anyone else in the world can.  She can fill my heart with love with a single look.  She can make me cry, she can make me laugh.  She is my everything.&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/4354979177641132374-48246666291530916?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/48246666291530916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-always-my-kid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/48246666291530916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/48246666291530916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-always-my-kid.html' title='It&apos;s always my kid.'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-6027462244346679509</id><published>2010-05-04T16:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:00:05.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrating mediocrity</title><content type='html'>Why do parent celebrate the poor choices they made?  Is the goal to survive childhood?  If so - isn't that setting the bar pretty low?  As parents we all do things we shouldn't have.  We all have regrets, things we wish we could take back or undo and have made mistakes.  As adults should we not learn from those low points instead of bragging that your child survived it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid we didn't have car seats, my mom drank when she was pregnant and we played with real lawn darts (yes we stood behind the circle while someone on the other side threw it towards us.  Many times jumping out of it's path).  Did I survive it - yes.  Does that make it OK - no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are adults and parents.  Is it not our jobs to educate ourselves and do the best we can with the resources we have?  We know about car seat safety now - so use them and use them correctly.  We know about fetal alcohol syndrome now, so just because you drank during your 1st pregnancy and the child turned out OK - doesn't mean the next one will.  Is it worth the risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spanked Alex.  I am not proud of it.  I am ashamed and embarrassed over it.  It was my lowest point to date as a parent.  I didn't spank her because I thought it would stop a behaviour.  I didn't do it because I thought it was the best thing to do or a last resource.  I did it because I was pissed off at her and I wanted an outlet for my anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many parents who spank will say they never do it out of anger  or spite.  They are lying.  Either to you or to themselves.  As an adult I learned how Alex can push my buttons and what my limits are.  I learned to walk away sooner and take a time out before it gets to that point.  I did make a mistake, Alex did survive, but more important I learned from it and it will never happen again!  Even though she survived it - that doesn't make it OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People feed their babies certain foods that we now know it is better to wait to give them.  Ask a parent who has a child with a life threatening allergy how much fun it is.  Why would you risk it?  Yes your baby survived - but is it worth the risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I could drive around with Alex not in a car seat or buckled in for years and nothing bad would happen - but why risk it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we put our children at risk unnecessarily and they bragged that it is OK because the survived it?  Your child surviving childhood isn't a goal or a badge of honour.  Why not aim higher?  Shoot for the stars and aim for the moon.  Give our children the best chance at life as we can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-6027462244346679509?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/6027462244346679509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/celebrating-mediocrity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/6027462244346679509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/6027462244346679509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/celebrating-mediocrity.html' title='celebrating mediocrity'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-9146517510718375471</id><published>2010-05-03T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:43:01.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life changes</title><content type='html'>Do we want to take in more kids?  Part of me says no, part of me says yes.  Maybe we should try another kick at the can.  Chances of us getting another long term placement is slim.  Probably be a few months.  In and outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided not to take any kids in over the summer.  Just see how it goes and then decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason for not wanting to do it is Alex.  I am afraid of the things she will learn from these kids and the effect it will have on her.  Plus the risk it puts her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reasons for wanting to do it are - well we have the room and always wanted more then 1 child.  I'm not going to lie - it is an income as well.  Not a huge one, but it does help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex wants us to take in more kids.  She wants kids to play with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do they will have to be old enough to be in school full time.  I don't know.  I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question is work.  I like where I work and I make good money.  However because of Troy's shift I am not able to work as many hours.  If I switch to home health care (like VON or paramed) I could work more hours and make more money.  Well I would work more hours then I use to work for the same pay - doing home care means about $5 or more pay cut.  I don't want to do home care, but in the end it is more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I switch then I can't do my apprenticeship either.  But if I stay, well my pays are cut in half now with Troy's new hours.  He can't work over time because of contract talks and union stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  Too many decisions to make at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex went back to school today.  She still has a few spots that are healing but no one said anything.  I bought her new socks today.  She said she would wear them tomorrow and try them out.  She did try one on.  Leaps and bounds that girl is making!  I hope she does wear them and they work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will have to start shopping for pants for her for next winter.  I won't be buying them from sears!!  (I bought some from sears - in 3 sizes so I would be set for a few years.  I invested a few hundred dollars in them.  They all shrunk so much that the largest size was like carpis on her by winters end.  They shrunk about 6 inches!!  Sears would not take them back or refund me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when it rain it poors - On Sunday when I was showering I was thinking 'it soulds like the water is going straight into the basement not the pipe!'  But I was in a hurry and it was 5am so I didn't think any more about it.  Troy got up and showered too.  Well I was right.  The water from our showers went straight into the basement.  The shower was leaking.  Lot of stuff ruined with water damage.  Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when life gives you lemons, you should squirt them in the eyes of the person who gave you them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-9146517510718375471?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/9146517510718375471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-changes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/9146517510718375471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/9146517510718375471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-changes.html' title='life changes'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-6535605206173528800</id><published>2010-04-28T18:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:49:24.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there was one.</title><content type='html'>You know, you wake up in morning and have a general idea of how your day is going to go.  Sometimes it doesn't go that way, but I think most of the time it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning knowing I had to go to work, then Alex had brownies tonight.  I was going to do my shopping while she was at brownies.  Then home and early to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work and that pretty much was normal.  I got home and D's school called to tell me he is failing the only class he needs to pass in order to graduate.  He has handed in nothing so the teacher has nothing to mark.  He sleeps though most of her classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When D got home I relayed this him and said maybe he needs to go  to bed earlier so he isn't sleeping in class.  He start talking back and DH jumped in and told him if he plans to stay here he needs to show me some respect.  He also said D needs to apologize to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D responded with, "Got boxes?  I'm moving out."  D made a few calls, pack his stuff and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is signing himself out of care.  By doing this he is loosing his braces, $850 a month from the time he is 18 till 21 (he will be 18 in Aug.), I don't know if he plans to continue high school, health care, college, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just sick about his.  I really hope in a day or 2 he comes around and comes back home.  To be honest - I doubt he will.  He is stubborn like that.  He would rather live without then admit a mistake.  I have made it clear he can return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't see this coming.  I didn't.  I feel like I have been hit by a truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-6535605206173528800?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/6535605206173528800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-then-there-was-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/6535605206173528800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/6535605206173528800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-then-there-was-one.html' title='And then there was one.'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-8977080841859374521</id><published>2010-04-26T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:17:49.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicken report</title><content type='html'>Day 4 of dealing with the chicken pox.  Poor Alex.  She is covered head to toe.  She has them in her mouth and throat.  She has them in her unmentionables.  She has been living off popsicles for the last few days.  She is so hungry but it hurts so much to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hugging and kissing her but she is covered in spots and covered in calamine lotion.  She has spent the last few nights moaning and groaning.  Not sleeping well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for the kid.  I really do.  I just called in sick for her for the whole week.  I doubt she will be ready to go back anytime soon.  I don't think I can pack her a lunch of popsicles and send her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work asked me not to come in.  A lot of people at work are medically fragile.  Getting chicken pox or shingles would not be good for them.  I didn't have many hours to start off with and now I have less :(  But what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were all sitting there watching TV and all of a sudden Alex says "An elastic band - bong bong bong."  No idea where that came from!!  I can't help but wonder what goes though her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a cutie.  She is so bored.  I am sick of board games.  I am sick of her being sick.  I imagine she is sick of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that interesting today.  But this is all I have dealt with for the last few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-8977080841859374521?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/8977080841859374521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/04/chicken-report.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/8977080841859374521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/8977080841859374521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/04/chicken-report.html' title='The Chicken report'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-1620831479809979956</id><published>2010-04-21T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:37:30.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the lady next door</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think she goes out of her way to make me look bad!  Troy has been bugging me for 3 summers to stain the deck.  I keep saying go get the stuff and I will and he never has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the lady next door sanded her whole deck, cleaned it off and then stained it.  She put the 2nd coat on it today.  She is now cutting the grass with the push mower instead of the rider - why?  Because it's more exercise!  She has just over an acre of land!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she does this stuff to make me look bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is me.  I am under going a journey of less bitchiness.  Apparently I am more moody then the average woman - no person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See since I was pregnant with Alex I cry a lot.  Over everything.  I never use to be a crier  but now I ball at the drop of the hat.  Is that normal?  I don't know.  Aren't most woman more emotional once they become mothers?  Or perhaps something is wrong with me.  I find myself at least once a day fighting back tears over something.  Something on the news or a story somebody told me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am moody.  I have days where I am in a bitch.  But again, don't we all have those days?  I will admit, there are days when I know I am in a bad mood and there is nothing I can do about it.  It's like being on a roller coaster - you can't get off until the ride is done.  Do other people have days like that?  Or is something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate that whenever a woman is moody it is PMS or hormones or something.  You can't just be a woman and be pissed off!  If your a man - you can be pissed off all you want.  Worse case your an ass and that is that.  You don't see men running to their Dr's asking to be medicated because they are an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when you go on meds and you are in a bad mood you get the "forget your happy pill today?"  So matter what you do you're screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I am now trying out my 2nd med.  The 1st one did nothing but give me dry mouth and an upset stomach.  Do I need to be on meds?  I don't know.  I don't know what is normal.  I don't have a gauge to compare myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just crazy.  If I am - is that so bad?  But on the other hand, what if I can be happier?  What if my emotions are holding me back?  What if I have been living like this for 8 years and didn't have to be?  I don't know.  My journey continues. &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/4354979177641132374-1620831479809979956?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/1620831479809979956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-lady-next-door.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1620831479809979956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1620831479809979956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-lady-next-door.html' title='I hate the lady next door'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-5908211655009516563</id><published>2010-04-20T09:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:25:48.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to post??</title><content type='html'>So what should I post in this blog?  Please leave comments and let me know things you would like to see.  I have to repeat everything I post at that other web site.  So maybe I will have to split up my thoughts?  Anyway, leave a comment - thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-5908211655009516563?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/5908211655009516563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-to-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/5908211655009516563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/5908211655009516563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-to-post.html' title='What to post??'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-8131434989363641162</id><published>2010-04-19T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:21:14.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>club house + fat ass = bad idea!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while I was cooking supper Alex was cleaning out her club  house.  When supper was ready she asked if WE could eat in there.  I  said no because there is no tables or chairs.  Alex said, "but Mom I  just spent all that time cleaning it so you would!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  tossed a plastic table and chairs up to her.  Then I had to climb the  rope ladder to get up into the clubhouse (while I was still wearing my  church clothes).  Broke the rope ladder (in my defense, the rope ladder  was there before we moved in.  So it is over 10 years old.  10+ years of  spring/summer/fall/winter and kids playing on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate.   Then I had to figure out how I was getting down.  So slide it was.  Well  my leg locked and did some weird hop jump stumbling at the bottom.   Alex of course is laughing her butt off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have concluded  that club house with rope ladder and slide + big @ss = very very bad  idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just took 2 full garbage bags of toys out of the  play room.  These toys were the $ store ones, broken ones and the crap.   Well you can't even tell I took anything out of there!!  Scissors!!  We  are always looking for scissors.  I fond 6 pairs and I haven't even got  into the cleaning/organizing part yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will organize  it.  I am sure I will get at least one more full bag, probably 2!  Long  over due!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how stupid am I?  Last week I noticed I was almost  out of mouse for my hair so I bought some.  Got home and realized I  somehow got hair spray instead.  Put that away for later.  Go out today  to buy mouse.  Get home and I got freaking hair spray again!!  I swear  it said mouse on it in the store!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I have stuck  to a budget for 2 weeks now.  I am so proud of myself!  I have not used  visa once (normally I spend all my money that I make, then use visa and  DH ends up paying it off)  I can't count how many times I have said,  "Nope sorry - it isn't in the budget.".  I know 2 weeks of budgeting  isn't too impressive, but I am impulsive.  It is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus  my nails have been long enough for me to bite them for 4 days now and I  haven't bit them.  I have been biting my nails since birth!!  I tell  you I am thinking about biting them 24/7.  As I type my nails are  hitting the keys instead of my figures and it is driving me nuts.  I so  want to bite them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 10lbs and managed to keep it off  for a month.  I had wanted to lose another 10 before months end but I  don't think that is going to happen.  So I will try to lose 10lbs before  the end of may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it all the way to the end?  In case  you did here is a joke for you...2 cannibals were eating a clown.  1  cannibal says to the other - does this taste funny to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-8131434989363641162?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/8131434989363641162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/04/club-house-fat-ass-bad-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/8131434989363641162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/8131434989363641162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2010/04/club-house-fat-ass-bad-idea.html' title='club house + fat ass = bad idea!'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-780077407340388144</id><published>2009-10-07T13:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:46:26.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The dead hamster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This story starts back about 3-4 weeks ago.  The hamster buried himself under the shavings and didn't come out for a few days.  Troy dug him up and poked him and up he jumped!!  Flying around the cage like a hamster on crack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy told Alex she should leave him alone for a few days and no more feeding him vegetables.  Just hamster food.  And she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the hamster buried himself again.  Troy dug him up and he was very cold and breathing about every 30 seconds.  So Troy googled "how hot should I keep hamster" and found out some information.  If certain types of hamsters get cold they will hibernate.  When they do this they will be limp, cold and hardly breathing.  To bring them out of hibernating you should warm up the surrounds and stroke your hamster to warm him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Troy turned the wood stove on and the light but said he draws the line at hamster stroking.  So before I went to bed I poked him with a toilet paper roll, he was still breathing but he still didn't react.  I figured he wasn't warm yet and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So this morning Hammie is stiff as a board.  He isn't moving.  So Troy covered him back up until after Alex left for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As Alex goes to leave this morning she looks in the cage and groans "Oh I never get to see Hammie anymore" and left for school.  While Alex and I were waiting for the bus Yroy put Hammie in a kidney bean can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So now I am in charge of the hamster funeral.  &lt;/span&gt;So I went to the $ store and got a hamster coffin, some cotton to line it with and some flowers for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Get home I put the cotton in the box, try to slide the hamster out of the can but of course he isn't moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seeing as I am in the garage I look around at Troy's tools to see what I can use.  I grab some pliers and pull him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of course he is covered in kidney bean juice and pop corn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So now I have to clean him off.  I empty him out of the box onto the table and of course I didn't think this out, so now he has bean juice, pop corn and black stuff (whatever was on the shop table) all over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So now I have to clean the dead hamster.  Let me tell you - that was fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I try to get him back in the box, he falls and lands on my arm!  I finally get him in and go off to dig a hole.  Of course the spot I choose had a million roots to dig though (I figured by the tree so she would know where he was).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I wait for her to come home so I can tell her and we can bury him.  The things we do for our children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-780077407340388144?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/780077407340388144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/10/dead-hamster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/780077407340388144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/780077407340388144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/10/dead-hamster.html' title='The dead hamster'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-2855105785119042708</id><published>2009-10-07T13:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:35:26.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey some how I got back in</title><content type='html'>I started a new blog - but didn't tell anyone and I just tried to sign in and it brought me here??!!  Weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-2855105785119042708?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/2855105785119042708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-some-how-i-got-back-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/2855105785119042708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/2855105785119042708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-some-how-i-got-back-in.html' title='Hey some how I got back in'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-6655050560412446678</id><published>2009-03-23T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:49:51.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bag of steamers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you know there is a reason I don't have dogs.  A good reason!  We are at Mom's and Alex wants to walk her 3 dogs (a wiener dog, poodle type dog and a black lab).  So I agree to go around the block with her.  So here I am walking with one dog who is strangling itself trying to go and the other dog I am practically dragging around the block.  If that isn't bad enough I have to stop and pick up steamers.  Now Alex thinks this is hilarious.  Me trying to juggle the 2 dogs and pick up crap at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I have 2 cats.  Yes I have to clean up their crap, but I don't have to walk around the block with it.  I don't have to pick it up off someones lawn while they watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex got some entrainment out of it, the dogs got some exercise and I got 3 bags of steamers.  They fun never ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has bought her 3rd house.  They plan on fixing this one up and renting it out.  So mom asked D if he wasn't working this summer if he could come up and help reno it.  Now if this was MIL I'd be all for it.  He would be getting paid and learning about something he wants to do (he wants to build houses). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However mom's boyfriend drinks a lot.  And he drives drunk.  And he grows and smokes pot.  And again drives.  So when we got in the car, I told D he wouldn't be able to do it.  I told him I wasn't answering a bunch of questions on why.  I am only saying it isn't an appropriate place for him and I know CAS would not approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is mad at me.  He really wanted to do it.  But I am not going to put him in that kind of situation.  I wouldn't be surprised if moms boyfriend offered him a drink or some pot.  He has never done this (to be clear) but it wouldn't surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kills me because this isn't the same mom I grew up with.  Mom was 100% against drinking and driving (now she defends him) and 100% against drugs (now she laughs about it).  Mom is so afraid to be alone.  She changes to be like the person she is with.  I don't know Mom.  I don't know if I ever have.  I mean the mom I knew growing up, was she just like that because that's how my step father was?  Or was that the real mom?  I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to bring Alex there.  I hardly ever go and when we do I find something to do outside to the home.  Like Sunday we picked up mom and went to the flea market.  Mom doesn't get why Alex sleeps over at MIL's and not her house.  I never thought in my life I would have to tell my mom that her grand kid can't sleep over because or the drinking and drugs that goes on at her house.  Never in a million years did I think I would have this problem.&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/4354979177641132374-6655050560412446678?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/6655050560412446678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/03/bag-of-steamers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/6655050560412446678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/6655050560412446678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/03/bag-of-steamers.html' title='bag of steamers'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-3062281774615737418</id><published>2009-03-18T15:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:38:13.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex is sick...AGAIN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She was at Grandma's for 2 days (1 night).  Grandma said she started having the runs as soon as she got there.  Sigh!  I guess Alex woke Grandma up at 3am asking if she had any spare underwear.  Alex tried to wash her in the sink but she couldn't get them clean enough to put back on, lol.  What a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D just asked Alex if she farted.  Alex replied, "If I did fart I'd have poop running down my leg right now.  Does it look like I have poop running down my leg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least she is in good spirits.  When I was taking her to Grandma's she said her tummy hurt but I didn't pay much attention to it.  Alex fakes sicks daily.  Guess it was real this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Alex about me having an Olympic athlete in me and she told me she was the Olympic athlete and she had already come out.  Then she finished up by explaining a proper diet to me and offering exercise classes.  For those who don't remember, Alex's exercise classes are brutal!  I passed.  I'd rather be fat, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The town fathers were looking for a way to increase attendance and participation at their regular meetings. One member suggested bringing in a hypnotist. The officials agreed, a famous hypnotist was hired, publicity distributed, and everyone was pleased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A few weeks later the meeting hall was packed, and the town's people sat fascinated as the hypnotist withdrew a pocket watch. The hypnotist began chanting... "Watch the watch, watch the watch, watch the watch..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The crowd became mesmerized as the watch swayed back and forth, light gleaming off its polished surface. Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed the swaying watch, until suddenly the hypnotist's fingers slipped and the watch fell to the floor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Shit" said the hypnotist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It took three weeks to clean up the town hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354979177641132374-3062281774615737418?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/3062281774615737418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/03/alex-is-sickagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/3062281774615737418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/3062281774615737418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/03/alex-is-sickagain.html' title='Alex is sick...AGAIN!!'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-4926067231193718917</id><published>2009-03-13T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:22:09.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a penpal you know!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alex got her 1st letter today from her new penpal.  She is walking around the house saying "I've got a penpal, you know!"  LOL  She is so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex comes out of the bathroom the other day steaming mad.  She starts yelling at Dad and I.  "How hard is it to change the toilet paper?  How come every time I use the bathroom I have to change the roll?  It's not hard to change the roll, you know.  Even the 6 year old can do it!  Geez!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then (I assume in protest) she has started putting the empty rolls of toilet paper back in the extra roll holder,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching TV last week and a commercial comes on saying we all have an Olympic athlete in us.  Well no wonder I am over weight!  How long have I been carry this athlete around?  If they are an athlete, why do I need to carry then around?  They are fit and in shape, they should be carrying me!  So no more diet and exercise (not that I really did) for me!  Instead I am focused on getting this free loader out of me!  Think about how much weight I will lose when I do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex wants a few blond streaks in her hair.   I think when we go on Monday to get her hair cut I will ask the hairdresser what she thinks.  Plus I am going to have her sit under the dryer to see if she can do it.  I'd hate to get the colour in her hair and then she refuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out how to get Alex to clean her room.  I told her she needed to clean her room so her friend could sleep over tomorrow night.  Well she was gone in a flash!  Now the question is, is it wrong of me to pretend someone is sleeping over every few weeks so she will clean her room?  Then after I will tell her they canceled?  LOL.  Now that I think about it, the freak out over them canceling will be worse then the freak out over cleaning her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Signs you drink too much coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You answer the door before people knock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Juan Valdez named his donkey after you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You ski uphill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You grind your coffee beans in your mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You haven't blinked since the last lunar eclipse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You lick your coffeepot clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You're the employee of the month at the local coffeehouse and you don't even work there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Your eyes stay open when you sneeze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You chew on other people's fingernails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Your T-shirt says, "Decaffeinated coffee is the devil's blend." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You can type sixty words per minute ... with your feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You can jump-start your car without cables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Cocaine is a downer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You don't need a hammer to pound nails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Your only source of nutrition comes from "Sweet &amp;amp; Low." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You don't sweat, you percolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You buy 1/2 &amp;amp; 1/2 by the barrel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You've worn out the handle on your favorite mug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You go to AA meetings just for the free coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You walk twenty miles on your treadmill before you realize it's not plugged in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You forget to unwrap candy bars before eating them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Charles Manson thinks you need to calm down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You've built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- People get dizzy just watching you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You've worn the finish off your coffee table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- The Taster's Choice couple wants to adopt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Starbucks owns the mortgage on your house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Your taste buds are so numb you could drink your lava lamp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Instant coffee takes too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- When someone says. "How are you?", you say, "Good to the last drop." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You want to be cremated just so you can spend the rest of eternity in a coffee can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Your birthday is a national holiday in Brazil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You're offended when people use the word "brew" to mean beer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You have a picture of your coffee mug on your coffee mug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You can thread a sewing machine, while it's running. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You can outlast the Energizer bunny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You short out motion detectors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You don't even wait for the water to boil anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Your nervous twitch registers on the Richter scale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You think being called a "drip" is a compliment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You don't tan, you roast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You can't even remember your second cup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- You help your dog chase its tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/4354979177641132374-4926067231193718917?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/4926067231193718917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-got-penpal-you-know.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/4926067231193718917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/4926067231193718917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-got-penpal-you-know.html' title='I&apos;ve got a penpal you know!!'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-6557123411368239205</id><published>2009-03-10T11:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:01:54.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Been 8 days since I was last here??  WOW!!  I bought the twilight series so I have been busy reading.  Plus working.  And appointments on top of that.  Did you all miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to type and where to start??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...So Alex comes home from school (one day last week) and heads straight for her room and calls out "If anyone is looking for me I'll be in my closet blowing things up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to love a kid who can entertain them selves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put a turkey in the fridge to thaw out.  The same day at 4pm D opens the fridge and we have the following conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-we're having turkey for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;me-what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;D-I don't know.  There is a frozen turkey in the fridge so it looks like we are.&lt;br /&gt;me-how long will it take to thaw?&lt;br /&gt;D-few days&lt;br /&gt;me-how long will it take to cook?&lt;br /&gt;D-few hours&lt;br /&gt;me-so do you think we are having it tonight?&lt;br /&gt;D-I guess so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!  5 mins later I hear him telling Alex we are having turkey for dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D split model paint on his carpet.  If that wasn't bad enough he scrubbed it to get it out. So it went from a 3 inch round spot to a 8 inch spot on his rug.  Why he was working on models in his room instead of downstairs or the garage is beyond me.  Either way, carpet is ruined.  I guess on the plus side, it doesn't really matter what else he does to the carpet, it is ruined anyways.  One less thing in life to worry about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got 2 new tires.  1 blew and the other was close to needing to be changed anyways so I got 2 new front tires.  The guys at the garage gave me the old tire in case I may need it on the back or something.  I put it in the garage.  Dh was poopy face over it.  He wanted me to get rid of it.  I said I would.  I admit I forgot about it.  Out of site out of mind.  So he put in beside my car.  Now my 1st thought was to put it by his truck and act like I didn't see it.  But we just got over the laundry war, do I really want to start another?  So I had D roll it up to the garage.  now I kind wish I left it.  It's fun having a "cold war" going on the house.  I miss the laundry war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex renames Fat Tony - Richard.  Now she did this a while ago.  Most of the times when she renames the cats it last for a day and then forgotten.  Well he is still Richard.  I think Richard is here to stay.  Now I'm not sure what name I like better for him.  Richard or Fat Tony?  Fell free to leave comment and have your say on what one is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week at school is spirit week.  Different things each day.  Today is dress like your teacher day.  So we go to value village and Alex is looking for something her teacher would wear.  Well she choose this flashing red outfit with sparkles and lace.  Says this is exactly like something her teacher would wear.  Now her teacher is a devote catholic.  She is an older lady who wears white knitted sweaters and is very very conservative.  I wish I was there to see the look on her face when Alex walks in wearing that claiming to look like her, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;                         &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(12, 59, 5);"&gt;Motherhood - a                          precious gift&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                                                                           &lt;/blockquote&gt;                       &lt;blockquote style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;                         &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Brings a tear to                          your eyeseeing how tenderly creatures care                          for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; 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Fun fun fun!!!  Alex missed 4 days of school.  I have missed 2 days of work (I replaced my shifts or else I would have gone in), Dh came home early last night and doesn't plan to go in tonight, Big says his ear hurts when he burps, then his eye hurts when he chews.  No comment on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are men such babies when they are sick?  My Dh goes between can't do anything to grown man without warning.  So I will ask him if he wants some soup and he will say "I'm a grown man.  If I want soup I can make it.".  5 mins later he will be whinning he wants a drink and please can I get it for him.  He asked me not to take any call in shifts this week,  He is too sick to look after Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the last few days in the bathroom and yet no one helped me parent!  No one offered anything to make me feel better.  No one did anything to make my life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has renamed Fat Tony - Richard.  Now she has renamed the cats many times.  This is the longest she has stuck to the new name.  When DH kicked Fatty off the couch Alex told him to show Richard some respect!  LOL.  Who names a cat Richard??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I order Alex a special bracelet and necklace.  She loves to chew.  She needs that oral stimulation.  She chews her shirts and sleeves, hair, nails, anything really.  So this necklace and bracelet is for kids who need oral stimulation.  Basically it's a chew toy, LOL.  It should come this week or next in the mail.  I am interested to see how that goes over.  I hope she likes it.  I hate it when she tries to cuddle with you and she has slimy hair or clothes - eewwwww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the car trap on Sunday.  Alex gets you trapped in the car with her and then she just talks and talks and talks.  "At school I play crash with Tye.  He is crash and I am coco.  Sometimes when a bad guy is behind me I punch behind me to get him.  Tye can run really fast but I can run faster.  I can see though things.  I can see though my hand.  I can see though the car doors but (sniffle sniffle whine whine) no one believes me.  Why won't anyone believe me?  No one believe that I am the fastest runner in my school either.  I can run faster then the grade 8's.  I told Big D that my teacher took a vote to see who had the best Birthday party, I won by the way, and Big D didn't believe me.  Why won't anyone believe me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up shut up SHUT UP!!  No I didn't really tell her to shut up, but man if she could read my mind she would be crying!!  For some reason when ever she is in the car she just talks non stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Little D out to dinner plus their little sister T.  Little D has gotten worse.  I don't know if it is because he hates where he is so much or if it is anger at me for having him moved.  The last few times we have seen him he is filled with anger.  He snaps at me and gives me real short answers.  He is like that with us all.  Basically it is like he just got in major poo poo at home before he came out with us.  I have asked him if everything is OK and he is short with me.  Even his Grandparents have noticed this.  I feel bad for him and helpless.  What can I do?  I keep telling him he is welcome to call anytime if he wants to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D wants him to do all our summer stuff with us.  So far we have planned Canada's wonderland and a week of camping.  I understand Bid D wanting us to do that, however Little D has ruined every family vacation we have had since he came to us.  He is always grumpy and yelling at everyone.  Having tantrums over everything.  I don't know.  I'll be honest I would rather do a bunch of local day trips with him.  I don't want our big trips to be ruin, yet again.  With his increased anger and attitude towards everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Little D.  I really wish I could have helped him more.  I can't imagine what it is like to be him.  I can't imagine living in a world where no one wants me.  I really wanted things to work out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Alex and I saw mall cop on Sunday.  I knew Alex would not like it.  But she insisted.  I told her we were not leaving half way though if she didn't like it.  She said that was OK.  Half way though...I'm bored.  Suck it up buttercup!!  We are staying for the whole thing!  And we did.  She was pretty well behaved.  However she kept asking questions every 2 seconds.  How come they did this?  Why are they doing that?  What happened to so and so?  sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is making life altering decisions.  She is trying to decide is she should be a scientist or a singer or a talent show performer when she grows up.   I say do then all!!  Maybe she will end up rich and I can sponge off her!!  She can take me to the stores and I can beg for things!  Oh what fun it will be!!  Think of the great old age home I will be in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="introText"&gt;Things kids have learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you       try, you can't baptize cats.&lt;br /&gt;When your Mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.&lt;br /&gt;If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.&lt;br /&gt;Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.&lt;br /&gt;You can't trust dogs to watch your food.&lt;br /&gt;Reading what people write on desks can teach you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Puppies still have bad breath even after eating a tic tac.&lt;br /&gt;Never hold a dustbuster and a cat at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;School lunches stick to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.&lt;br /&gt;The best place to be when you are sad is in Grandma's lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh it was so cold outside this morning Alex and I both had snotcicles while waiting for the bus.  Been a long time since I had those!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Has anyone tried threading?  I am trying his for hair removal.  It is interesting.  Sorry If I am typing funny Alex is now crawling on me.  She is trying to get beside me on the couch (so between me and the back of the couch).  What a goof ball!!  Oh sorry she isn't Alex she is Mimi the cat.  Mimi is her alter ego.  Oh great now she is purring and rubbing up against me.  Stinking cat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well that's all for now.  Don't forget to comment even if it is just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out&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/4354979177641132374-1513151552096595909?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/1513151552096595909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-with-bunch-of-sickos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1513151552096595909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/1513151552096595909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-with-bunch-of-sickos.html' title='living with a bunch of sickos!!'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-3237815405039946361</id><published>2009-02-25T17:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:23:04.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cut throat camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I spent last night with Alex.  Taking ehr temperature and waking her to give her medicine.  If that wasn't bad enough I had to get up at 6:30 to book a camp site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp site...&lt;br /&gt;You can book camp sites 6 months (to the day) in advance.  So we want to arrive on July 25, so camp sites for July 25 are available to book starting today.  Of all the 16 sites we wanted 2 were left to book for July 25.  A 3rd OK one was available as well. I sat at the computer from 6:30 on trying to book them (you can book them starting at 7am, but I start early, just in case).  Click on our 1st choice right at 7am on the noise and it was taken.  Try our 2nd choice and it was taken.  So I choice the 3rd choice and got that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked 10 mins later and you can not book any site at the camp ground with electricity starting July 25, they are all booked up.  Lucky we got what we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will go camping for a week this summer.  We have a 1975 trailer.  It has gold curtains with the little pom poms on it.  It like stepping into Austin Powers, LOL  I love it!  So much better then a tent.  Plus because it is old it isn't a big deal if the kids track in mud and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alex is still sick.  This morning she was 103.  Now she is hanging around 100-101.  She is happy that she got to stay in her PJ's all day.  It was the highlight of her day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be interesting.  I have to work 7am -1.  Dh is working afternoons so he will have to get up with her and decide if she stays or goes to school.  I am thinking she should stay home.  Just to be sure she is over this.  But I guess Dh will have to decide tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex hasn't clued in that tonight is sparks yet.  I know she is going to be upset when she realises she missed it.  But what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#fd0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(253, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How  many women with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; does it  take to change a light&lt;br /&gt;bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#0c00ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(12, 0, 255); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#fd0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(253, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman'sAnswer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One!&lt;br /&gt;ONLY  ONE!!!! And do you know WHY? because  no one else in this house knows  HOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; to  change a light bulb! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;They &lt;br /&gt;don't even know that the bulb is BURNED OUT!! They would sit in the  dark for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;THREE DAYS before they figured it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,  once they figured it out, they wouldn't be able to find the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;stinkin' light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CABINET for  the past 17 YEARS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But  if they did, by some miracle of God, actually find them, 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;on  to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND  UNDERNEATH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;IT  WOULD BE THE WRAPPER&lt;br /&gt;THE FREAKING LIGHT BULBS CAME IN!!! BECAUSE NO ONE  EVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#7f0080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(127, 0, 128); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;PICKS  UP OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;CARRIES &lt;br /&gt;OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATEDFROM THE  PILES OF GARBAGE THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ARE  A FOOT DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT  WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS PLACE! AND&lt;br /&gt;DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHO  CHANGES&lt;br /&gt;THE TOILET PAPER ROLL !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:#0c00ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(12, 0, 255); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#810082;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(129, 0, 130); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What  was the question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just a short one today.  I probably won't post again until Friday.  Tomorrow is pretty busy for me.  TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/4354979177641132374-3237815405039946361?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/3237815405039946361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/cut-throat-camping.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/3237815405039946361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/3237815405039946361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/cut-throat-camping.html' title='cut throat camping'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-8923054926820212131</id><published>2009-02-24T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:35:33.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicko</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My poor pookie is sick.  She has a fever and is coughing.  She isn't eating or drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't thrown up yet but she is hoping she does.  Reason being is last time she was sick, she was choosing what colour Popsicle to eat and was excited because she knew that meant her barf would be that colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least she has something to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hanging out on the couch today.  She is all covered up.  She is always hot so to see her complaining that she is cold, well that's just not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh made homemade hamburgers for the 1st time the other night (they sucked!!  They had no flavour!  But don't tell him that)  So now he wants one of those tupperware hamburger makers.  (I need am eye rolling smilie!).  Like he is going to make them again.  I hope he doesn't make them again!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey for great and easy hamburgers, mix ground beef, box of stuffing, an egg and a dash or 2 of whorshire sause.  yum yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to get up at 6:30am.  Our summer vacation is depending on it!  You see you book your camp site up to 6mths in advance and I need to book ours.  We plan on going July 25.  I looked today because I thought I would book it a day early and then it was done.  Well all the camp sites we want are all booked already!!  Only one is still available and you can't book it until tomorrow at 7am.  So I am in a race tomorrow morning to book that site.  If someone gets it before me, well I don't know what we will do.  I do this every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dh has decided to work straight midnights (untill there isn't midnights anymore.  Could be a week, could be 2 months ~ who knows!)  This allows me to work more.  Dh has been on afternoons for the last 2 weeks and I have worked 4 shifts.  Turned down many.  2 weeks before when he was on midnights I worked 11 shifts.  So on one hand I am excited I can work more.  But on the other hand, it sucks him being on midnights.  Alex will love it because she can take over his side of the bed!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Little Johnny goes to school, and the teacher says, 'Today we are going to learn multi-syllable words, class. Does anybody have an example of a multi-syllable word?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Little Johnny waves his hand, 'Me, Miss Rogers, me, me!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Miss Rogers:'All right, little Johnny, what is your multi-syllable word?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Little Johnny says, 'Mas-tur-bate.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Miss Rogers smiles and says, 'Wow, little Johnny, that's a mouthful.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Little Johnny says, 'No, Miss Rogers, you're thinking of a blowjob".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey if yoru reading this, will you send a comment.  Even if it just said I read it.  I am wondering how many people read this.  Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to pick up a prescription today and the cute Pharmicist was working.  He doesn't have a ring on his finger (course neither do I so that doesn't mean anything).  I wonder if DH will let me date him on the side??  Probably not.  Oh well I can drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember it's OK to read the menu as long as you eat at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I only ate out once last week.  Thats was friday night, Alex had a sparks thing at the mall.  We wouldn't really have time to eat at home and make it there so we grabed something quick at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eating out on Thursday, but that is my night to take Big D and his siblings out for dinner.  I do that 1-2 x a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating once a week is far better then 4-5 times a week.  Well it isn't better, I hate cooking and enjoy eating out.  But it does save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of saving money, Dh now wants me to put money down on the mortage each pay.  He really is wreaking my free loading!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thats all for now.  don't forget to comment to say you read it.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/4354979177641132374-8923054926820212131?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/8923054926820212131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/sicko.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/8923054926820212131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/8923054926820212131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/sicko.html' title='Sicko'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-5841478194051236434</id><published>2009-02-23T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:35:56.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seinfeld</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel like Seinfeld.  This is a blog about nothing.  Went to the coffee shop today?  That's an entry in yoru blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I worked all weekend so Alex spent all weekend with Dad.  You can tell.  She is trying to get me with all his crappy jokes.  Like this morning we are at the Doctors and there is a sign on the wall.  She asked me to read it to her.  So I told her to read it herslef and she did with a little help.  Then she asked me to read after she did.  I did and she laughed because she got me to read it.  Then 2 minutes later she asked me to read it again.  Trying to see how many times she can get me to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex ~ mom I know how to spell stinky.  Want to hear me spell it??? p-o-o-p. (groan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Alex was crying in bed.  She was crying because no one else (that she knows) has sensitivity issues.  She is the only one in her class that has problems wearing socks and snow pants.  Everyone else is normal but her.  Everyone thinks she is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor little pookie.  Breaks your heart.  However she has so far in the last little while.  She really has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Alex about Grandma babysitting her over the summer (because of me working and Dh working 5 days a week now).  She said I didn't have to worry about her, she would be fine with Grandma.  I assured her I wasn't worried about her, I was worried about Grandma!!  She said, "Don't worry Mom, I'll take it easy on Grandma."  Oh what a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex ~ ANYONE KNOW WHERE FATTY IS?  NOT YOU MOM, I AM LOOKING FOR THE CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, thanks for clearing that up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our taxes this morning.  For the 1st time ever I owe!!  $100.  Now if owing $100 isn't enough I had to listen to DH all the way home...You know if you just blah blah blah...or you could blah blah blah ... it wouldn't be to hard to blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he tops it with, "you know when it comes to money you are your own worse enemy!"  Well that isn't exactly a news flash!!  Any moron who knows me knows that.  He says it like its news or something.  blah blah blah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~You have no idea how becoming a parent changes you&lt;br /&gt;DH~Clearly or else you would have bought a wig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I lost about 3/4 of my hair when I was pregnant and it never came back.  Dh and I are in a race to see who will be bald 1st)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this Fat Tony (my 30+ LB cat) is on the back of the couch behind me, purring and doing his paw thing on the back of my head.  It isn't relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all for now.  I know as soon as I hit publish I will think of something else to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wanna hear a dirty joke? A little boy falls into the mud&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear a clean joke? He takes a bath with bubbles&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear a dirty joke? Bubbles is Michal Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/4354979177641132374-5841478194051236434?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/5841478194051236434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/seinfeld.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/5841478194051236434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/5841478194051236434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/seinfeld.html' title='Seinfeld'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-2330559671964640950</id><published>2009-02-21T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:39:13.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you have Mommy guilt?  I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night around 4am Alex came into my room and said she couldn't sleep.  I told her I had to get up early in the morning.  She should just go back to bed and try to sleep.  As I laid there trying to go back to sleep I could hear her crying in her room.  Now I knew she wasn't crying.  It was my Mommy guilt playing tricks on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get up and check on her and low and behold she is in bed sleeping.  I go back to bed.  I lie down and I can hear it again.  I can hear her crying.  I know she isn't crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been up since 4am.  Funny enough if I had just got up with her and tucked her back into bed I probably would have went back to bed and slept fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex still wants to see Caroline.  I explained it was too scary for her and meant for older kids.  But she assured me should could handle it.  I suggested we rent Nightmare before Christmas but she said it was too scary for her.  However she again assured me Caroline wouldn't be.  Sigh, sorry kiddo, we will rent it when your older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A blind man walks to the corner with his seeing-eye dog. When the blind man reaches the corner, he snatches the dog up by his collar and starts swinging him around and around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;An on looker speaks up and says “Hey what are you doing?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The blind man says, “Just taking a look around..” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That is Alex's new joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That got started in the car.  Alex said she is going to train a seeing eye dog one day.  I said I was going to train a see eye cat.  Big D then said her was going to train a seeing eye fish.  Then I said I was going to have a seeing eye bird.  I would hold on to its lease and it would be like holding a balloon.  Then I told her the blind man joke.  Now she is telling everyone it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I went to the mall with Alex yesterday and they have the toilets that flush when you stand up.  So Alex is in one stall and I am in another.  Suddenly I hear her say, 'Oh great it flushed and I haven't even wiped yet!  Now what do I do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Um wipe!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4354979177641132374-2330559671964640950?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/2330559671964640950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/mommy-guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/2330559671964640950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/2330559671964640950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/mommy-guilt.html' title='Mommy guilt'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-7208048137996457123</id><published>2009-02-20T14:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:22:54.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to type, so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No that I have started I keeping of all these random things to post.  However because they are all so random I don't know if they will make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start I guess with yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I played Mario cart for most of the day.  It was quite a waste of a day.  But I did unlock some people and some carts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I watched the old gladiators last night.  We were laughing at all the mullets.  This one lady, Ice I think was her name, Every time they showed her she was picking a wedge!!   How go you take a someone serious who is spending all that time trying to get their costume out of their butt?  Alex got a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has decided that she is going to marry Tye, (a boy in her class).  They are going to have 2 kids.  A girl names Lexi and a boy named Conner.  They are going to live here with us.  All I can say is...Tye better get a good job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex also was going on and on about her secret lab.  You see she has a secret button that she pushes on her bed.  It then flips the mattress over and sends her down a slide to her lab.  You have to pass a voice test or else the spikes at the bottom will engage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lad is full of boobie traps.  I asked why she would fill it with bra's?!  She didn't think that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still working on a chore doing robot.  Plus she is working on hippo-mo-tizing (as she puts it) the cats into doing chores.  I hope she is sucessful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess last night she didn't want to work in her lab as she tried to sleep with me.  It went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me-where do you think your going?&lt;br /&gt;Alex-to sleep in your bed&lt;br /&gt;Me-what about dad?&lt;br /&gt;Alex-what about him?&lt;br /&gt;Me-where is Dad going to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Alex-I don't know.  Ask him.&lt;br /&gt;Me-Get in your own bed!&lt;br /&gt;Alex-It's not fair!  Dad gets to sleep in your bed whenever he wants too and I hardly ever get too!&lt;br /&gt;Me-you do realize Mommy's bed and Daddy's bed is the same bed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She is great fun to sleep with.  The last time she slept with me she slapped me across the face in her sleep.  I often wake up to her feet in my face too.  It's like sleeping with a kung-fu fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today her snow clothes were all wet.  So she had to wear a different coat, snow pants, mitts and hat to school.  Not only that she has just started wearing socks again and she got new boots a week ago.  So big changes for her today.  I am sure she will handle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we have to go to a sparks campfire thing in the mall.  Well it isn't just sparks all guides and cub scouts will be going.  Should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get new pants for her all well.  We will do that tonight as well.  Ok I am done for today.  I will do more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&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/4354979177641132374-7208048137996457123?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/7208048137996457123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-to-type-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/7208048137996457123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/7208048137996457123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-to-type-so-little-time.html' title='so much to type, so little time'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354979177641132374.post-2897322268224642035</id><published>2009-02-20T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:51:13.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursting my blog cherry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well this is my 1st time doing this.  You know I was driving and thinking about how I should start this.  I had some wonderful idea's.  I, of course, can't think of any of them now,LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start by saying who I am and about my family.  So who am I?  Let me pause for a moment and ask the voices in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a 32 year old Mom.  I work in group homes for adults with intellectual disabilities.  I have a daughter, Alex who is 6.  And we foster a young lad, D who is 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved out of my parents house as soon as I had my grade 12.  I should have went to college then, but I didn't.  I lived with my then boyfriend and a roommate.  After living there a year I kicked out my boyfriend, my roommate was getting married and I couldn't support myself on Wendy's wages.  I was homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend at the time Troy offered to let me stay with him for a month while I figure out where I was going to live.  Well that was 13 years ago and he still hasn't gotten rid of me!!  We married September 25 1999.  We have Alex November 2002.  D and his little brother (Little D) moved in March 2005.  Little D moved out December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is me.   Not too exciting.  I can't help but wonder if anyone is still reading?  I am very boring.  I live a quiet unexciting life ~ just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has been diagnosis with sensory a processing disorder (SID) and mild OCD.  You can imagine the fun times we have had!  It was a long time before we found out about the SID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically everyone told us nothing is wrong with her and we were bad parents or ineffective parents.  When you hear something enough, you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to Doctors about Alex, early years, teachers, other parents, my parents, MIL and FIL, parenting forum and the answer was always the same.  We need to learn to be better parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read many books and watch videos. None of it worked.  Let me pause here and explain what we were dealing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex can not stand how certain clothes feels like sandpaper.  Socks drive her insane.  Too much noise is too much for her to take in.  So when we said it was time to get dress each morning, it was followed by a total fit and meltdown.  So bad we had to clear out a room and out her in there for her own safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those metal containers you get cookies in at Christmas time?  If you ever meet my DH, ask him it feels to get one of those in the back of the head,LOL!!  (Sorry that isn't funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got in touch with a resource consultant.  I told her, if we are just bad parents, please be honest and help us.  But she didn't 'think so.  She told us about SID.  I start talking to other ladies (on TP, of course) with kids who have SID.  It was Alex.  Anytime I listen to another parents story I could have written it.  They were describing Alex to the letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ball was sent in montion.  Alex is doing a lot better now.  The stress in her life is less.  She is wearing snow pants for the 1st time in 2 years.  Socks ~ it's been 2 years for them too.  She is willing to try on different pants and even tights.  She is doing much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that is my life in a nut shell.  That our background.  I guess now I can post from time to time about our every stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your still reading, WOW get a life!!  LOL.  Talk about snoresville!!  I mean, thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&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/4354979177641132374-2897322268224642035?l=dandydandylion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/feeds/2897322268224642035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/bursting-my-blog-cherry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/2897322268224642035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354979177641132374/posts/default/2897322268224642035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandydandylion.blogspot.com/2009/02/bursting-my-blog-cherry.html' title='Bursting my blog cherry'/><author><name>Dandylion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364610271042969930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjkFY03UMo/SaQDT-cMSnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FRx_Jx4BGG4/S220/051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
