<?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-11088625</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:57:56.814-05:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Tony'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='movies'/><category term='yard'/><category term='tired'/><category term='books'/><category term='death'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='PayPal'/><category term='easter'/><category term='hair'/><category term='nails'/><category term='home'/><category term='flip flops'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='job'/><category term='travel'/><category term='spring'/><category term='gas'/><category 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Savings</title><content type='html'>Since I lost my job in May and lost my insurance coverage in June, I have been dreading having to refill my monthly prescriptions.&amp;nbsp; I have waited as long as possible, resorting to taking my pills every other night instead of every night to allow them to last longer.&amp;nbsp; 2 nights ago I took my last pill.&amp;nbsp; Today, I made phone calls to find out how much the prescriptions would be without insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Kroger, the normal place I get them filled.&amp;nbsp; I was quoted a price of $23 for the first one and $77 for the second one!!&amp;nbsp; OUCH!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Kmart, and was told that they have a prescription program where you pay $10 for 12 months to be enrolled in the program.&amp;nbsp; If you are enrolled in this program your prescriptions are less than if you are not enrolled.&amp;nbsp; Fine.&amp;nbsp; She quoted the price for the first prescription as $5 and the second as $10!!!&amp;nbsp; WOWZA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...that is less than my co-pay WITH insurance!!&amp;nbsp; I asked her to sign me up for the prescription program and to please call Kroger and have my prescriptions transferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably should have called around months ago.&amp;nbsp; who knew??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088625-4426992012230158919?l=lifeisjust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisjust.blogspot.com/feeds/4426992012230158919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088625&amp;postID=4426992012230158919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088625/posts/default/4426992012230158919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088625/posts/default/4426992012230158919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisjust.blogspot.com/2010/05/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078633721345247702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PTerUobyAa4/R6ExrA9kbEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zECtOoywzoE/S220/triciaavblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088625.post-7826419480400303026</id><published>2010-05-01T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:04:30.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>It was gorgeous yesterday!  Clear blue skies, 80 something degrees.  I was stuck in a building all day with no windows.  I got to enjoy the beautiful weather on my two 15 min breaks and on my drive home.  This morning I woke up to grayness and rain.  It's just as well though, I will be stuck inside doing school work all day.  This working full time and going to school is going to do me in.  I will be so glad when summer break is here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my 3 weeks of training and on Monday will start calling on "my" location in GA.  I'm excited to have an area of my own--a database of my own, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed the kids up for daycare for 2 days/wk this summer.  It's at a church close to where Kyle works so he can drop off and pick up.  They take field trips on MWF so I am going to have them go 2 of those days. That way they get to do lots of fun stuff this summer and mom gets a break from having them 5 days a week.  If they go there 2 days and mom takes them to the free movie one day and swimming one day, that will be a pretty good week for all involved! :)  I think they will have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked a vacation for Disney again.  In September when they have free Dining.  We were trying to decide where to go and decided that we had such a good time at Disney last time and really loved the whole aspect of it being "all inclusive" and not having to drive anywhere, etc.  that we wanted to experience it again.  So we are.  and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dishwasher went out last week so we are supposed to buy a new one this weekend.  Kyle hurt his back at work yesterday so I'm not real sure how that's going to pan out.  It might have to wait a week.  I am excited to go and look--it's been 10 years since I've shopped for appliances.  We have white..but are going for black this time.  We are getting my father in laws new fridge and stove and they are black..so it kinda made the decision for us. I'm very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on a court date for Kyle to be named the executor of his father's estate.  When we go down to TN to take care of that, we will get the appliances.  I wish it would hurry up..we have lots of things to take care of and are waiting for that piece of paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my thoughts have rambled long enough, I have to do some schoolwork. lucky me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I think it is 1,056 square feet..that doesn't count the basement..but the basement isn't finished anyway..so it doesn't really count ...unless you wanna live down there with the spiders and washer and dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..the house is small and I am increasingly annoyed over the lack of space. I blame the non-organized-ness on this fact. I look around and think of all the things we could do, IF. It's a pretty stupid way to look at things, I admit it! I am starting to get past it..and make things work, small or not. Boy! could I make LESS sense?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I was talking to my friend Teresa and telling her that I thought it was impossible to be organized in a small house. That I had no room for cute shelves and units to put things in. I told her I wanted to have a house like her house and a garage like hers. She had set up a shoe area in her garage..a place for shoes to be taken off and put away before even coming into the house! SO much better than my (then) pile of shoes under the endtable next to the front door! She said that I may not have what she had..but I had to figure out something that could work for me. Yeah. easy for HER to say, right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I thought and considered and thought some more and then it came to me. I would put an over the door shoe holder on the inside of the hall closet door! I did..and it works and I love it. and yes, I realize that I could just not be lazy and take my shoes to my room and put them away. But..you should know by now...I AM lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I had a bit of a melt down over the state of my house. The clutter was overwhelming..the kids had tons of make-up school work and home work laying all over the table. I had mail and papers to be filed laying all over the place and it was really really making me crazy. So, saturday I cleaned and purged and organized and felt much better. Then I had Kyle help me make a "command center". LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a place to hang a calendar--a place where we could all look at it and know what was going on with who on any given day. A place that I could look to see what is going on in case I lose my personal calendar. AGAIN! And I needed to figure out a system for the boys papers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303769598966445458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTerUobyAa4/SZrGWYTpNZI/AAAAAAAADEs/a5wYE71pA14/s320/february+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now..I knew I wanted to do this..but AGAIN with the issue of WHERE. So I had a brainstorm This "command center" is on the other side of the door to the basement. So, it can be shut and no one sees it..and when we need it..we simply open the door. It's not inconvenient because we have to walk right past it to get from the living room to the bathroom and all the bedrooms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The calendar is there, a basket with markers, 3 hanging file trays. One for Logan, one for Dylan and one for Misc. I labeled the boys trays with their names so there is no confusion. I really really love it! who knew something so simple could make me so happy!! I bet you're wondering how something so simple could take such a long blog entry, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088625-2220139741047476436?l=lifeisjust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisjust.blogspot.com/feeds/2220139741047476436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088625&amp;postID=2220139741047476436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088625/posts/default/2220139741047476436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088625/posts/default/2220139741047476436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisjust.blogspot.com/2009/01/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078633721345247702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PTerUobyAa4/R6ExrA9kbEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zECtOoywzoE/S220/triciaavblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTerUobyAa4/SX3CzZGZfNI/AAAAAAAADEU/QVznr1PxKO8/s72-c/menuplanmonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088625.post-8862066469664735579</id><published>2009-01-24T20:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:35:06.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paragraphical Errors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what I just realized?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My blog doesn't show &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;paragraphs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How does ANYONE read my posts when they look like one big huge long run-on sentence? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Huh? I ask you..HOW?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid Blogger. I WILL figure this out.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok...well...it looks like all of my older posts have space between the paragraphs..so the problem is this one and the one before it.  I think the problem is that I did these 2 posts in center aligning and used color and size differences on some of the words.  Not sure why that makes a difference....but, apparently it does.  hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Not TOO shabby for a 2nd grader...especially a 2nd grader that did not study the word list!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE word was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;frying&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Pretty easy, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently not!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He spelled it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;f-r-i-e-i-n-g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...and INSISTS he has seen it spelled that way. ah well. He was really ok with it..and is ready to try it again next year. He's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;good boy&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other Bee news...I found out last night (after Kyle read the note sent home a month ago--it was attached to the non-studied words) that he could only have ONE visitor. HMMPH! He asked Kyle to take him since Kyle never can go to school stuff since he works..and I already saw him in his school Bee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So..off they went and Logan REALLY enjoyed being with him and him alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dylan slept in until almost 9 so I had some alone time this morning and then some quiet time with only 1 boy--which was nice. 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She had had diarrhea for several days and was very sick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning (nov 21), they moved her to the ICU as they were unable to keep her BP and blood sugar stable.  I spoke to a nurse who told me that she was moved because in ICU they could give her medications that they couldn't on a normal floor because she would be constantly monitored in ICU.  I called back later that afternoon and was told that her BP was getting more stabilized but that she was a very sick woman.  I asked if she was so sick that we should be there. The nurse said it was up to us..and that she would come if it was her..but if it was going to be a problem with work that we could probably wait.  At that point Kyle and I thought we would wait until the next morning and then go down. This was at 3:30 or 4ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 Kyle's aunt Sally called.  She was there at the hospital. She said she had just talked to the dr. and he said Peggy was toxic and would not make it through the night.  that all of her organs were shutting down.  She had to repeat the info to me 3 times.  I could NOT wrap my head around the fact that she was saying peggy was going to die.  I immediately called Kyle and told him we had to go to TN right then.  He said he would be home as soon as he could.  I started packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:00 Kyle got home and made a few phone calls...to his dad and his siblings as they still had no idea what the dr. had told his aunt. He then called Sally again...and ended up talking to one of his uncles.  While he was on the phone, the nurse came and got the family because Peggy was fading fast.  Kyle stood in the kids bedroom and sobbed.We hugged and cried together.  Then he got his tools and started fixing something on the backdoor so it could be locked easier since my mom would be taking care of the animals.  Certainly not something that HAD to be done.  But I assume it was something he could control at that point so that's what he did.  I continued to get our things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6:00 Kyles uncle called and told him Peggy was gone.  He leaned over and rested his head on the kitchen counter and bawled.  Big tears fell from his face and pooled on the kitchen floor.  I stood behind him and rubbed his back.  When he stood up, we hugged and cried and the kids did too.  Logan ran to his bedroom and I took Dylan to the couch where I could hold him better.  Kyle finished fixing the door.  I found Logan in his room rocking and crying and praying.  Then he ran around the house crying and punching his fist saying he was SO MAD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so heartbreaking.  Kyle and I managed to settle down enough to talk to the boys and get them settled down.  We then loaded the car and left.  At this point the kids were much better and back to their laughing and fighting selves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were a whirlwind of activity and decisions.  Peggy had pre-arranged her funeral as far as the casket and the funeral home..and paid for it.  So that part was taken care of.  but we had no idea where to bury her, etc.  The services were Tuesday and I swear it felt like it had been 2 weeks since the day she died when it finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being a very lovely service and I think she would have been very pleased.  It opened with a favorite song of hers (Most of All by the McGruders), then Kyles cousin's husband, Jay did an opening prayer, read the obituary and read a scripture she wanted read (Psalms 118:5).  He also said some very nice things about her.  Then, the congregation sang "Amazing Grace". Then the eulogy was given. Then Rick, Angela's husband (kyles sister) read a poem he wrote about a "Godly Mother", then there was a slide show with pics of Peggy through her life, then Lee's (Kyle brother) wife read a poem titled "The Best". One more song Peggy loved--I can't remember the name of it, but it was sung by Wendy Bagwell.  Then the services were over and we headed to the cemetery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graveside service was nice--short and sweet as they usually are and then it was over.  We each took a few flowers from the casket arrangement and then headed back to the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was a flurry of activity with all the family coming there.  Thank God the church had brought food--I couldn't believe how fast everything was eaten.  As it turned out none of us "kids" got a chance to eat and had to make a Sonic run later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finish writing this, tomorrow will be 2 weeks since she died.  Amazing.  I was getting dressed last night and was thinking about the kids pictures with Santa and thought, "I should send one to Peggy" then I remembered.  I wonder if thoughts like that ever stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle is doing well, as are the kids.  They are sad, but we can talk about her and laugh about good things and memories.  I think they'll be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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She and my brother had cards for me but my gift had yet to arrive. She did tell me that it was a QVC gift card! woohoo! FREE shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night we went to dinner at Max and Erma's to celebrate my birthday ON the day. I ordered myself a gift from K and the boys. I got this purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267132570261099202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTerUobyAa4/SRidKotNksI/AAAAAAAACtk/CKWGKB1k_sI/s320/purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It arrived the other day and I am in love. not bad for $20!! I had visited Sam Moon when I was in Dallas last Summer and forgot all about it. &lt;a href="http://joyshope.blogspot.com"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; mentioned it on her blog the other day and I knew I had to have a purse for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got lots of wishes from my on-line friends and phone calls from my "in real life" friends. My dad still owes me dinner. :) All in all turning 34 was pretty nice. I'd like to halt time though...40 is coming up fast! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my day was nice..it was a little overshadowed by election talk and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Election&lt;/strong&gt;--I was so disappointed that they called Ohio so early. At that point I KNEW we had lost. I had been saying for weeks..."you know Obama is going to win right?" to anyone that would listen..but in my heart of hearts I hoped it wouldn't be so. I should have known though. So, my heart is heavy and my concern and worry are great and I dont have this "hope" that so many proclaim to have now. I DO HOPE that Obama does a great job and all of my concern and anxiety are for naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New TV&lt;/strong&gt;--My niece is moving back home with my sister..she has been living with her dad. In order for her to do that, they have to build her a bedroom..to do that, they had to make the living room smaller. Therefore, they upgraded to a flat panel tv and sold us their wide screen, Big Screen, HD tv. We drove out there on Saturday and went to dinner and then loaded the tv up and set it up here. We love it! We had a big screen before, but it was not wisescreen or HD--so we are really enjoying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old tv got moved downstairs for the "rec room" I am setting up for the boys--that'll be a nice long post for another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Blinds&lt;/strong&gt;--When K and I first moved in here we had the blinds on the windows that his mom left. They were light blue and ugly and dirty. But we had no money and a baby on the way..so we dealt with them. Eventually, I bought new rods and denim tab top curtains and took the blinds down. When I put the new window coverings up..I expected it to feel DONE. you know, that feeling when something is right and it's like "ahhhhhhhhhh". Well I never got that feeling, but I lived with it..and just figured it was me being stupid. Baby #2 was on the way by now and now I REALLY couldn't afford to get anything else. Fast Forward 6 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local store is going out of business so I went over to check out the sale. I ended up finding bamboo roman shades in the perfect size for the living room windows!! Now...I SOOOO cannot afford them anymore now than I could then..but at this point sometimes I just say "whatever" and do what I want. :-) So, I did!! Kyle put them up yesterday and I made him raise the curtain rods too. So..the denim tab tops are still there, but NOW I have these pretty bamboo shades on the window as well. The curtains flank the window on each side and the shade covers the window. As soon as K got done I was like "oooohhhhhh" hand on my heart and all. I told K, "it just feels complete doesn't it???" He was like, "yeah whatever!" BOYS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The West&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 76%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The South&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 64%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 62%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 43%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 36%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 34%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 32%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Biden made no such assertion about a testing of John McCain should he be elected. Perhaps that is because McCain has already been tested … and he passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the public’s swoon over Obama is the gnawing doubt that we are about to elect the wrong man; an inexperienced man who is more fluff than substance, more personality than resume, more idealist than realist. Obama, himself, said he lacked experience and was not ready to run on a national ticket shortly after his election to the United States Senate just four years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from where, exactly, will this test come? Biden mentioned the Middle East and Russia as possible administrators of such a test. Might Iran’s Ahmadinejad test Obama by following through on his repeated threat to wipe outIsrael? Would terrorists living in this country get a signal to blow up shopping malls and government buildings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two historic events offer instruction about what happens when foreign leaders believe an American president might not have the backbone or judgment for the job. Nikita Khrushchev twice tested John F. Kennedy after meeting him in Vienna in 1961. Khrushchev believed Kennedy was out of his league and that his youth and inexperience on the national stage made him and the United States vulnerable. So Khrushchev approved plans proposed by East German leader Walter Ulbricht to build the Berlin Wall and nearly caused a nuclear war during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Biden referred to Kennedy and Khrushchev in his Seattle remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other teachable moment came on Jan. 20, 1981, when Ronald Reagan took the oath of office and Iran’s Ayatollah Khomeini immediately released 52 American diplomats held hostage for 444 days. Khomeini likely believed some American press accounts that Reagan was a “cowboy” and might bomb Iran back to the Stone Age, if that were possible, since the religious fanatics had already taken the country there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn’t a President Obama be tested by the world’s tyrants and wouldn’t it be better if they feared a President McCain and decided not to put him to the test? Not having a president tested in this way would benefit America, the fragile economy and world order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biden said something else that was bizarre. He said that it could appear in response to such a testing that Obama responds in the wrong way, but he appealed to the crowd to stick with he and Obama because even though the decision might appear wrong, it will actually be right. What kind of logic is this? The “messiah” can make no mistakes, because he is anointed, so even if a decision appears to be the wrong one and disaster occurs, let not your heart be troubled. It will actually be the right decision and to say otherwise makes it our problem and not his because of our lack of faith in Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is beyond hubris. This is cult-like devotion and dangerous. No politician enjoys angelic status and anyone who beatifies one in this way is setting himself up for more than disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will John McCain do with this gift he has been given? At first, he dropped it. Instead of tagging Biden with the quote, he said that Obama had said it. He’s recovered from his own gaffe and he should now pound away on Biden’s statement, which is not a gaffe at all, but one of those rare moments in politics: a statement that reveals what a politician actually believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mark my words,” said Biden to emphasize that this self-proclaimed (and Obama proclaimed) expert on foreign policy knows what he is talking about. So let’s mark them and take them seriously and decide whether electing Barack Obama guarantees another international incident — perhaps a second terrorist attack on our homeland, which has not happened since 9/11 and for which the Left will never give President Bush credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship should be reserved for Sunday mornings, not Election Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I killed a spider in the kitchen today--all by myself!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Didja?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yeah, it was scary too!!  It was crawling on the ceiling and was all weird looking and when it walked it would put out one of it's legs kinda like a feeler first.  It was gross.  So I took the kitchen spray cleaner stuff out and sprayed it, and it dropped down on it's web so I sprayed it again and I yelled for the kids to bring me a shoe. Dylan brought me one of my flip flops--usually I use your shoes to kill spiders but whatever-- and then I smashed it!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didja just leave it smashed on the floor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NO! I wiped it with a paper towel and even cleaned the floor in that spot.  I thought about mopping the whole floor and then decided it wasn't that big of a spider."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, it sounds smaller than the spider I saw in there the other night."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You saw a spider? When? Where was it? How big was it? Did you kill it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The other night--the night we had Joe's Pizza. I went into the kitchen and it was on the stove next to the pizza box. So I moved the box to kill it and it ran off the stove and went underneath it.  I think it might have been one of those wolf spiders"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It was NOT one of those wolf spiders...we don't get those anymore and we haven't seen one in a long time. NO WAY was it one of those.  I'm sure it was the one I killed in there today.  I mean how many spiders can we have in our kitchen, you know?  I'm sure that's what it was. Don't you think it was probably the same spider I killed?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hmm, maybe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I bet it was the same spider--it has to be.  I'm sure of it. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was sitting on the couch talking to my mom and saw something run across the floor.  I looked again and OMG! it was a spider a BIG spider..one of those wolf spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh my gosh, there is a HUGE spider on the floor.  Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh.  Someone get me a shoe!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I grab a section of Sunday's newspaper that is still scattered on the ottoman and roll it up.  Since I took my eyes off the spider I can no longer see it.  Dylan brings me the requested shoe--again with my flip flops.  I'll have to give the kid a lesson on good spider killing shoes which is of course ANY shoe but mine!!  I wave the newspaper over the floor and the spider takes off again. HEEB!  My toes are curling and I think I am going to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Help me Jesus, Help me Jesus, Help me Jesus, Help me Jesus"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THWACK!!  I got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THWACK!!  I got it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUB RUB RUB--I grind it into the carpet to make sure no part of it is alive before I put my feet on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! That was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mom, you never even said anything during my whole spider ordeal"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I said, Kill it Tricia"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yeah, but you could have offered to walk down here and kill it for me or acted as appalled and scared as I was"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, sorry. What kind of spider was it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think it was one of those wolf spiders--you know like those ones we had in our basement that time?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well where did it come from?  I think I would sell my house and move if I were you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ok, I'm going to go start packing, I'll forward you my new address"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Goodbye, Patricia"&lt;/em&gt; (that's how I know she doesn't think I am funny--she uses my REAL name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle comes in from work--he was on call last night and had to go in to fix an AC.  Happy Labor Day to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think I found your wolf spider from the other night!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"didja? where was it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the LIVING ROOM!!"  I swear I about had heart failure! I was begging Jesus to help me and my toes were curling and I think it was going to eat me.  It was going one direction and then started coming back for me.  It was going to eat my toes, I just know it.  That's why I kept my feet on the couch."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I bet it was coming back to get you.  You know they hunt their prey rather than just hanging out and waiting for them?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I KNOW"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I say all wide eyed with head bobbing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It was SUPER SPEEDY too!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yeah, they're fast little suckers--It's hard to kill them 'cause they're so fast"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know..but I did it.  Me and my trusty flip flop!!  I sure hope that was the one that you saw in the kitchen and not it's mate.  I hope we don't a nest of them somewhere."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you never know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um, the correct repsonse when I am talking about a nest of spiders in our home would be: "I'm sure you killed the one I saw, NO WAY do we have a nest of spiders in here--that's the only one there was and you got it.  I'm sure of it!!""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's no nest of spiders, you killed the one I saw--that's the only one there was.  Can we eat dinner now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank you!  Yes we can"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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When I picked him up at the end of the day he said he had a great day but he did cry a little because he wanted to come home. That makes me sad..but he survived and he is excited to go back tomorrow. Oh, and he LOVED the merry-go-round on the playground. Logan agreed that the merry-go-round is pretty awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTerUobyAa4/SKtjR1UGC5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6vVa-CdOHds/s1600-h/dylan+kindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236388149768620946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTerUobyAa4/SKtjR1UGC5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6vVa-CdOHds/s320/dylan+kindy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logan said today was the best day of his life.  He did however, get 2 checkmarks on his behavior thingie and lost 10 mins of recess time.  When asked what he did he said that he got one for talking when he wasn't supposed to, and the other he's not sure about..but he knows the kid next to him told on him for something.  Hopefully he'll learn quick and he  won't have a year of shortened recesses.  I'm not holding my breath though! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236389495813543762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTerUobyAa4/SKtkgLuNl1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/WGkOclX7BfM/s320/logan+2ndgrade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did enjoy the day alone.  Well, I wasn't completely alone..since Amelia is still out of school.  We spent the day watching recorded episodes of The Secret Life of an American Teenager.  It was a very lazy day!  Her last day is Thursday and then I will be totally alone! I am so excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088625-6760698015802174454?l=lifeisjust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisjust.blogspot.com/feeds/6760698015802174454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088625&amp;postID=6760698015802174454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088625/posts/default/6760698015802174454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088625/posts/default/6760698015802174454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisjust.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school_19.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078633721345247702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PTerUobyAa4/R6ExrA9kbEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zECtOoywzoE/S220/triciaavblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTerUobyAa4/SKtjRd8ymtI/AAAAAAAAADw/IcBaefOnNOA/s72-c/BACK+to+school1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088625.post-5047298283994801724</id><published>2008-08-18T17:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:13:48.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>The boys are done with their 2nd round of swimming lessons. They were both in Level 2. Logan passed and is ready to go to Level 3, Dylan unfortunately has to repeat Level 2. He is NOT happy, but I told him that Logan didn't do better than him, he just learned faster and that's ok. Honestly, I think them being in different classes will be good for him. Several of the kids have to repeat Level 2 and the instructor said it's not uncommon to have to take it more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan has taken to swimming like a little fish, I swear. He learns SO fast. He must take after Kyle. Kyle is a MUCH better swimmer than I. Really, I am happy doing the doggy paddle and treading water..and occasionally swimming under water--but I don't like to get my head wet. Dylan takes after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan wants to joing the swim team but has to wait until he is done with Level 3 and Level 4. He can't take Level 3 until October as he would miss 2 lessons while we are on vacaton if I signed him up for the September class. I am going to take him (them) swimming at least once a week so they don't forget all they have learned. Here is a video of Logan doing his backstroke for his level 2 test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5981b7db0f70a9ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5981b7db0f70a9ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331626774%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8216B82341211AE6BCC32079776AE000C09F7F53.31E81BB648BD93DDF9785D86849053B5E248F9C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5981b7db0f70a9ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiU1b1Q0rBMagq5-TODxNgBR1hBY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5981b7db0f70a9ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331626774%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8216B82341211AE6BCC32079776AE000C09F7F53.31E81BB648BD93DDF9785D86849053B5E248F9C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5981b7db0f70a9ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiU1b1Q0rBMagq5-TODxNgBR1hBY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I did this because it is a little cheaper every month. While doing that, I became eligible for several rebates. $100 for the land line, $100 for DSL, $50 for Dish and $79.99 for the modem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago I rec'd information about the $50 dish rebate, I redeemed it and got a check yesterday. As of yesterday, I still hadn't heard anything about any of the other rebates so I called to check on the status. oh my goodness! What a pain in the hiney that was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the reward center first, the lady there said they only showed the Dish rebate and I would have to call customer service and have customer service call them on 3-way to tell them which rebates I was entitled to. So, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lady I talked to was very nice..I was on hold for a long time, but she was getting everything taken care of so I didn't mind. Plus I was loading the dishwasher, making dinner etc. So, finally this lady gets everything sorted but only with the land line and the Internet, she has no record of the free modem offer so she tells me I have to call the DSL department and gives me their number. fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I call the # and the recording prompts me to enter my 3 digit transfer code. I don't have a code, so the system thanks me for calling and promptly hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call the customer service number, I get a lady that looks at my account and says yes, I am eligible for the free (after rebate) modem, she will transfer me to the rebate department to get it taken care of. My mistake is that she called it the "rebate department", had she called it the "reward center" I could have saved myself a lot of headache and stopped her before she made that transfer--as I had already talked to the reward center first, remember?? and they couldn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get the reward center and am told they can do nothing. I asked her if she had a code for the transfer to the DSL dept. She said she has never heard of such a thing! terrific!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I call the customer service number AGAIN! I get a recording telling me the call volume is high and my wait time is expected to be 10 minutes. Fine, I'll wait 10 minutes. Well......180 minutes later. YES,180 minutes!! I finally hung up!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called first thing this morning and talked to some guy in the DSL shipping dept, of course that was wrong, transferred to some girl in the billing dept, of course that was wrong--I was VERY annoyed with her because instead of just saying it was the wrong dept and she couldn't help, she started spouting off all kinds of false information...like just to get me off the phone. Finally, she transferred me to the sales department stating that she could only help me with billing problems! So, I got transferred to another girl that I had to about put the phone inside my brain to hear her. She also could not help me, said I needed customer care. Transferred again. this time to a man that I also could not hear, but thank GOD! he knew what he was doling!! He asked me how much the rebate should be for, I told him $79.99 he put me on hold, came back and said that he called the reward center and told them I am eligible for the modem rebate and to process it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished. WHEW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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